Getting The Waller Rub Effect (Grayson Waller Story)
Summary: Y/N is just ordinary girl who loves wrestling but never got a chance to watch it live. Her best friend buys her ticket to Monday night Raw and Meet and Greet to see Grayson Waller. She gets Grayson Waller starstruck at the meet and greet. Does he fall in love with you?
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 31
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - February 2023
For the rest of January, I focus on completing more edits on my second manuscript and creating content to promote my upcoming book, Bad Omen. I want to get ahead of the latter so I’m not scrambling to have content to post closer to my book’s release date. While I’m anxious for my second novel to come out, I become less anxious after Matt tells me his thoughts about it.
“It was amazing,” he said when I came over to spend the night at his place on a chilly Sunday evening. “I finally got the chance to finish it in one sitting.”
I smiled wide. “Aww, I’m so glad to hear that!”
“You’re really talented,” Matt added while also beaming. “I hope you keep writing, because I’ll definitely read all your books.”
My face turned a curious shade of red. “Guess that means I have to write another one.”
“Guess so,” Matt said with a playful smirk.
I rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t annoyed by his antics. I was truly touched that he read my book and enjoyed it so much.
Outside of work, Matt and I spend a ton of time together at either my home or his apartment. This is in between weekly date nights that consist of going to the movies or going out for dinner- sometimes both. With the prospect of telling Matt about my mental health issues no longer weighing heavily on my mind, I’m able to fully relax when I’m with him. I don’t feel like I have to put on an act of being okay on days when I’m feeling anything but.
On a chilly Tuesday morning, Matt texts me to wish me a happy Valentine’s Day. He then lets me know he has to spend several hours working- doing an interview at a local TV station in town, training, and then film a new episode of NXT.
Olivia: No worries! I have to finish my current round of edits anyway.
Matt: Good luck with that! I’ll miss you while I’m working.
Olivia: lol you’re ridiculous
Matt: Nah, just missing you
I send him a few eye roll emojis before getting back to work on my manuscript. Truthfully, I’ve never really been a fan of Valentine’s Day, even when I’m in a relationship. To me, I look at it as just another day of the week. This year is no exception. It doesn’t bother me; Matt is busy with NXT, and I’m busy with my manuscript. Life doesn’t stop, even on Valentine’s Day.
By the time the clock reads six PM, the last edits are complete, so I send them back to my editor. I stretch my body out in my office chair and get up to relax for the rest of the day.
A few hours later, I watch NXT from my living room couch. My heart sinks when Matt loses his match against Tyler Bate.
Olivia: You did great out there! You totally should’ve won.
His reply comes a few minutes later.
Matt: Thank you, baby. Hopefully, I win the next one.
I send two red heart emojis before watching the rest of the show. Once it ends, I stretch and get off the bed to take Ash outside. I’m bringing him back inside when I hear a sudden knock at the door. A quick look in the peephole brings a huge smile to my face.
“Surprise!” Matt exclaims. He has a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a bag of takeout from a local Mexican diner in the other. Gary enters and immediately greets me by trying to jump on me.
“Oh my God, you shouldn’t have,” I say while letting them in.
“I wasn’t gonna not do anything for Valentine’s Day,” Matt replies matter-of-factly. “I know we didn’t talk about gifts, so I didn’t wanna buy you something and make you feel guilty. But I knew this would make you happy.”
“Well, I appreciate that,” I remark. I pause to take a whiff of the flowers. “These are beautiful. Thank you for all this.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I wasn’t sure if you’ve had dinner yet, so I figured I should bring food too in case you haven’t.”
My stomach painfully growls on cue. It’s only now I realize I haven’t eaten any food today, unless you count the copious cups of hot coffee and water I’ve consumed. I thank Matt again while leading him into the dining room.
“I’m sorry I look like a hot mess,” I laugh, glancing at my unofficial writing uniform- glasses, no makeup, hair up in a clip, an oversized sweatshirt, and cotton shorts.
“You look beautiful,” Matt corrects while his light blue eyes drink me in.
My face flushes. “Oh, thanks.”
We enjoy dinner while chatting about how our days have been. I force myself to slow down and not inhale the food in front of me to satisfy my nearly empty stomach. My shrimp tacos taste divine after having not eaten much of anything.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t be tied up with work too much, ‘cause I really wanted to do something nice for our first Valentine’s Day,” Matt says as our meal winds down. “I know you appreciate all this, even though I know it’s not much.”
I bite my lip. “Honestly, it’s more than what I had in mind.”
Matt raises his eyebrows, clearly surprised by my blunt admission.
“Sorry, it’s just…I’ve never been the type to make Valentine’s Day a big deal,” I add, tossing in a nervous laugh.
“Why’s that?”
It takes a minute for me to realize that Matt isn’t pissed off by my revelation- he’s genuinely curious.
“I’ve always looked at it as another day. The way I look at it, I don’t need a bullshit holiday for me to show my partner how much I care about them. That’s something I want to do every day,” I explain.
“That makes a lot of sense,” Matt says.
“Besides,” I continue, “my birthday is later this month. So, you have another chance to do something nice for me.”
Matt perks up immediately. “When’s your birthday?”
“February 25th. It’s on a Friday this year, so I’ll just be working like usual,” I say casually.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I pretty much always work on my birthday.”
“You deserve to celebrate it!”
I shrug. “I’m only turning thirty-four. It’s not a milestone or anything.”
“Wait- you’re turning thirty-four? I could’ve sworn you were younger,” Matt remarks with raised eyebrows.
“Are you younger than me?” I ask. I can’t believe we haven’t covered this particular topic until now.
“Thirty-two,” Matt answers. “I turn thirty-three on March 21st.”
I scrunch my face into a look of disgust. “You’re a 90s baby? Oh God, they’re taking over WWE!”
Matt chuckles while shaking his head. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“It’s fine, it was inevitable,” I deadpan.
“Anyway,” Matt says, “I want to celebrate you on your birthday.”
I shrug off the suggestion. “I’m not a partier. Hell, I don’t even drink.”
“That’s fine! What would you like to do?”
“Uh…” My mind draws a blank.
Matt raises his eyebrows. “You really don’t do anything for your birthday?”
“I’m usually working, especially when I was wrestling. If I ever did anything, I would just go out for dinner with AJ or Saraya. Last year, I was so busy with doing work for my first book that I almost forgot until a couple of friends texted to wish me a happy birthday.” I shake my head with a humourless laugh. “Fuck, that sounds so pathetic.”
I look down at my now empty plate and slowly tuck my hair behind my ears. When I finally glance up at Matt, I study his bemused smirk.
“I know, I know, I’m a massive workaholic,” I say in between another empty laugh. “I sound so lame.”
Matt shakes his head. “Lame, no. Workaholic, yes. Being a hard worker is admirable, and I have no doubt it’s what made you such a successful wrestler and author. But don’t you think you deserve to be spoiled?”
I sit back in the dining chair with a pensive expression. I know he’s right; after doing so much work to get my second book ready for publication next year, I deserve to treat myself and be spoiled. If there’s ever a time to do just that, it’s on my damn birthday.
“I’m such a workaholic and focus on making sure everyone else is okay that I tend to put myself on the back burner,” I confess shyly. “Put it this way- I’m acting all whatever about my birthday, right? But at the same time, I know I’m gonna want to spoil you when yours comes along. God, I’m such a fucking hypocrite.”
“You’re not a hypocrite, you just love taking care of other people,” Matt counters. “That’s why I wanna take care of you, baby. So…will you let me? Whatever you wanna do on your birthday, I’ll make it happen.”
I grin. “Alright, let me think about what I wanna do. By the way, I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but we can’t fool around tonight. I’d love to, I really would. It’s just…it’s my time of the month, that’s all.”
My body tenses, expecting a negative reaction from Matt. Instead, he nods without a second thought.
“You can stay, if you like,” I add. “I just didn’t want you to get your hopes up about us sleeping together. Of course I’d have my period on fucking Valentine’s Day, of all days.”
“That sucks,” Matt says. “Do you need anything for that?”
“No thank you, I’m all set. Wanna watch a couple of movies on the couch?”
“Hell yeah! Why don’t I go out and grab some popcorn? You can’t have a movie night without it!”
“Sure. I’ll pick what to watch.”
Matt’s smile is bright. “Perfect.”
I insist on cleaning up dinner while Matt runs out. I also take the dogs outside and then begin arranging the sectional to turn it into a couch bed. I pause to keep Gary from chewing on the leg of my coffee table. It’s then that the front door opens, which gets his attention to see who just entered my home.
“I’m back!”
“Good timing, because Gary’s being a little shit disturber,” I say.
My eyes dart over to Matt, who enters the living room with a yellow plastic bag from a local movie theatre. My jaw drops when I put the pieces together.
“You went to the movie theatre to buy popcorn?”
“Well, yeah. Like I said, you can’t have a movie night without popcorn!”
I cackle. Only this man would do something that ridiculous just to make something as simple as an at-home movie night that little bit special. “Thank you, sweetheart. So, I’ve got 10 Things I Hate About You ready to go, and then I was thinking of us watching my favourite romance, Pride & Prejudice. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like we have a great night ahead,” Matt says.
I smile at the twinkle in his eye, as well as his goofy grin. I beckon him to join me on the couch with our popcorn. Once we’re all settled in underneath a fuzzy white throw blanket, I snuggle up into his chest with a bag of popcorn in my lap. He kisses my temple while the TV begins to play 10 Things I Hate About You.
“You picked this movie ‘cause an Aussie is the leading man, didn’t ya?” Matt teases in my ear.
I burst out laughing. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Matt chuckles and kisses my temple again.
The dogs join us on the couch, lying down by our feet. I smile as I continue watching Heath Ledger woo Julia Stiles. My body feels warm being so close to Matt in such a quiet, intimate moment.
My mind goes back to our chat about my upcoming birthday. I hadn’t been lying about not doing much at all to celebrate it over the years. Outside of the aforementioned birthday dinners, I usually treat the day like any other. Between my crazy traveling schedule with WWE, working out, and making time to hang out with friends to celebrate them, I always put myself last. I don’t mind because I love working and I love spoiling my friends. Both bring me a lot of joy, especially the latter.
Then again, I know I deserve to celebrate my birthday. Even though I have everything I could ever want or need- a nice home, a thriving writing career, loving dog, great friends, and an amazing boyfriend- there’s nothing selfish about celebrating myself. If Matt really wants to do something for my birthday, why push back on that?
“I know what I want to do for my birthday,” I say once the movie credits play.
“Oh, yeah?” Matt remarks, his eyes glancing down towards me. “What are you thinking?”
“Before I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh.”
“I would never! Well…unless you wanna go to the UK for some reason. It's so cold and miserable there this time of year. Please don’t make me go to that cesspool.”
I roll my eyes with a dramatic huff. “Well, there goes my idea!”
We laugh, and I gently elbow Matt in the ribs.
“Honestly, I just wanna have a relaxing day,” I say once our laughter subsides. “I don’t wanna dress up or go anywhere fancy. I’ve been thinking about treating myself to a spa day at my favourite day spa here in Orlando. I haven’t been there since my car accident, so it’s long overdue. I’d like to get a massage and a facial, as well as spend time in their sauna and pool. And I’d really love it if you’d join me- but only if you’re interested.”
Matt’s smile is wide by the time I finish talking. “I’d love to join you, baby. That sounds like a fantastic idea. And I’ll get you a present too.”
I shake my head. “No, no, it’s okay.”
“Olivia.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “Trust me, a spa day with you is more than enough. And anyway, I truly cannot think of a gift for you to get me.”
Matt nods in defeat. “Alright, then. What’s the place called?”
“Aurora Day Spa.”
“Perfect! I’ll take care of booking everything. I’ll pick you up too.”
I smile and press my face into his chest. “Thank you, baby. Let me know what time to be ready.”
“Definitely,” Matt says. “Now, do you still wanna watch Pride & Prejudice?”
“Yes, please!” I exclaim with newfound giddiness. “I need you to experience the movie adaptation of my favourite romance novel of all time.”
Matt chuckles while kissing my head. “Now I’m really looking forward to watching this.”
“And I’m looking forward to watching it with you,” I say with my full chest.
***
My birthday starts off on a high note with reading plenty of texts with my friends wishing me a happy birthday. I thank everyone for the well wishes with a big smile on my face. I also decide to take up some of their offers to get together, having been inspired after my recent chat with Matt. This includes organizing a brunch date with Demi, Gionna, and Victoria next week- something that I’ve been putting off so I could focus on my manuscript edits. I also promise other friends that we’ll make plans to hang out during Wrestlemania weekend. There’s no way in hell I’m not going, especially after having to miss it last year.
Matt arrives outside my house just before ten in the morning. As soon as I spot his car, I wave goodbye to Ash and leave.
“Hey!” I say when I open the passenger door.
“Hey, you!” Matt greets. He pecks my lips with a silly grin once I’m settled in. “Happy birthday, baby! You look lovely.”
“Oh, thank you,” I say as I quickly glance at my outfit- an oversized light grey hoodie, black leggings, and brown slip-on sandals.
Matt suddenly does a double-take. “Wait…is that my hoodie?”
I twirl a strand of hair as I glance at the aforementioned article of clothing. “I plead the Fifth.”
“I was wondering where that shirt went!” Matt remarks, laughing with amusement.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give it back to you after today.”
“Nah, keep it. It looks way better on you, baby.”
My cheeks grow hot as Matt begins driving. “You always know what to say to get me all hot and bothered.”
“I try.”
Fifteen minutes later, we arrive at Aurora Day Spa. Once inside, we go in different directions so we can change into our swimsuits.
I find Matt sitting alone inside the large square-shaped pool. The room is empty besides us, much to my enjoyment. The deck is white stone to match the colour of the walls. One wall is made out of real plants, likely to purify the air, while another is basically a giant window with silver window frames. The lighting is bright without being harsh on my eyes. I spot two white lounge chairs with a brown towel draped over one of them. I place my black towel on the other chair and sit down to take off my prosthetic leg.
“Here, I’ll carry you,” Matt says, exiting the pool to grab me.
I open my mouth to protest, only to quickly realize that his idea is far safer than me hopping over on one leg. So, I allow him to pick me up bridal-style once my prosthetic is off. A giggle escapes my mouth at his hands holding onto me tight.
Matt sets me down in the warm water that tickles my fair skin. I adjust my light pink bikini and check to ensure that my long hair is still up in a black claw clip.
“I just realized that the colour of our swimsuits are almost identical,” Matt quips.
My eyes sweep his swim trunks, which are light pink and blue leopard print. “I swear I wasn’t trying to match you on purpose.”
“Great minds think alike,” Matt says, smirking.
“I guess they do,” I remark with a grin.
I close my eyes and rest my elbows on the pool deck. I hear water gently moving around us, along with Matt’s steady breathing.
“This feels so nice,” I say after a long moment of silence passes.
“It really does.”
My eyes open to find Matt sitting beside me with a calm facial expression. His smile is wide and makes his light blue eyes appear bright. I can’t help but smile in return.
“You look happy,” he notes.
My face turns hot in an instant. “So do you.”
After relaxing in the pool for a long while, we go inside the nearby sauna. The walls and benches are wooden inside the dark, small space. My ass makes contact with the hot bench after Matt sets me down. My prosthetic leg sits just outside the sweltering room. The heat seeps into my pores and lungs with every breath I take. We spend a fair amount of time there before we have to leave for our respective massages.
My masseuse takes extra care to work my back while being mindful of my spinal fusion after I bring it to her attention. While my back doesn’t hurt too much these days outside the occasional chronic pain flare-up, I would hate for this massage to accidentally aggravate my old injury. Her hands knead my soft skin and work out any lingering tension hiding throughout my body with ease. I almost fall asleep during the hour-long ordeal.
I have my facial once the massage ends. The esthetician works her magic while my mind wanders off in a state of bliss.
An image of Matt’s smile abruptly takes centre stage, causing me to smile in response. I know he went to a lot of trouble to book everything today, especially after I had admitted to not making it a habit to celebrate my birthday. Knowing that he not only wanted to do exactly that, and then went along with how I wanted to celebrate the occasion, is enough to fill my body with warmth. My heart swells in my chest thinking about how he has always been insistent on taking care of me in so many ways. He’s there for me when I’m not okay, says I’m beautiful, piles on the compliments without a second thought, and is always so happy to spend time with me.
He could very well be in love with me.
The sudden thought makes my heart ferociously slam into my rib cage. I force myself to calm down by exhaling slowly through my nose.
“Still doing okay?” the esthetician asks while applying a mud mask on my face.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I lie.
In reality, my head and heart are now a total mess.
It’s no secret that Matt cares about me deeply. His feelings for me have always come across as genuine from the get-go. There has never been a moment where I’ve been forced to question if he’s sincere about wanting to be with me. He has shown up for me more than once and never fails to make me smile. Christ, just thinking about him fills me with a sense of peace I have never felt from being with another human being. No one has ever made me feel so happy and cared for. I want to spend as much time with him as possible, even if we’re only watching a movie or talking about even the most mundane topics.
All that being said, our relationship could be considered fairly new. Sure, we chatted for almost a year prior to meeting and got to know each other quite a bit as a result of that. Our relationship has also been going really well despite all the baggage I brought. Yet a part of me feels like perhaps we’re still in the honeymoon phase, and that’s still clouding my view on everything.
Once my facial wraps up and I can finally change back into my street clothes, I take a minute to be alone with my thoughts. In my heart of hearts, I know for a fact that my feelings for him are incredibly strong. I’m not sure I would go so far as to say that I’m in love with him. However, I know that I’m definitely heading in that direction. It should scare the shit out of me- but it doesn’t.
Even though those thoughts don’t freak me out, I refuse to tell him I love him. First off, I’m not sure I’m ready to say those fateful words yet. Second, the absolute last thing I want to do is say them, only to find out that he doesn’t feel that way after all. That would be beyond mortifying. So, I’m going to keep my mouth shut and not breathe a word of this to him- for now.
I shake these thoughts away while finally exiting the change room. As much as I would like to continue ruminating about this, I don’t want to keep Matt waiting too long. I find him waiting for me in the reception area. He grins the second he spots me.
“Sorry, the bathrooms were busy,” I fib. “Ready to go?”
Matt nods. “I have another surprise for you. But first, I should ask- do you wanna come over to mine? We can stop at your place so you can grab some of your things, as well as Ash.”
“Sure!”
About half an hour later, we’re at Matt’s apartment. He insists I make myself at home while he takes Gary outside. I sit on the living room couch and pet Ash, who’s eager to cuddle with me after being apart most of the morning.
When Matt and Gary come inside, Ash jumps off the couch to greet them both. Gary then initiates play-fighting, which Ash happily reciprocates.
“They definitely missed each other,” I snicker as Matt and I watch them play with reckless abandon.
“Looks like it,” Matt says. “I just need to grab your surprise.”
As he heads in that direction, I fight to keep a smirk from blooming on my face. I just know he bought me a present despite my previous insistence that it wasn’t necessary. He’s usually good at respecting my wishes, but I have a feeling he decided not to this time because he simply couldn’t resist giving me something.
Matt returns to the living room with a lime green envelope in one hand. He’s grinning as he takes a seat beside me on the couch.
“It’s not a gift, I promise,” he insists. “But I still really wanted to give you this.”
“Thank you,” I say while accepting the envelope.
I carefully rip it open to find a white card with an adorable golden retriever sitting in a field of daisies. I laugh until I open the card and read the handwritten message handwritten inside.
Dear Olivia,
I’m not a talented writer like you, so this won’t be as well written as your books. But I’ll do my best.
As much as I feel like I know so much about you already, I also feel like I’ve only scratched the surface. I look forward to learning more about you- both the good and bad. I want to know every thought you have running through your mind. I’ll pay any amount of money for you to tell me what you’re thinking.
I sometimes can’t believe you’re my girlfriend because you truly are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I know I’ve told you that so many times, but I want to tell you again. Your appearance isn’t the only thing that makes you beautiful (also you ARE gorgeous to look at). Your kind heart, caring nature, strong work ethic, and wicked sense of humour make you beautiful too.
You’re perfect for me. I don’t want you to think that I’m calling you perfect as a cheap compliment because I know you’re not, nor do I expect you to be. But when I look at you as a whole- your body, face, smile, personality traits- there’s not a thing I would change. Everything about you is perfect for me. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
Happy birthday, Olivia. Here’s to many more birthdays and many more memories made together. I’m so happy to call you mine!
- Matt
Tears are slowly streaming down my cheeks by the time I finish reading the card. I wipe them away with one hand while my gaze returns to Matt. I realize his eyes are watery as he tries to keep his composure. He clears his throat before speaking.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. My hand clutches the card for dear life to keep myself from dropping it. I bury my face into his chest as more tears spring to my eyes.
“You’re welcome,” Matt replies as he wraps his arms around me. His lips leave a tender kiss on the top of my head.
“Honestly, this has been a wonderful birthday,” I say when I pull away to wipe my cheeks. “I really mean it.”
Matt smiles and kisses my lips. “I’m glad to hear that. Wanna watch a movie? It can be a horror flick too, if you want.”
My eyes widen. “Are you absolutely positive you’re okay with that?”
“It’s your birthday, so I’m willing to watch a horror movie for you.”
“Aww, thanks! I’ll pick the most graphic one I can think of.”
I cackle as Matt turns pale. He clears his throat again and runs a hand through his short hair in a feeble attempt to maintain a calm composure.
“Okay, okay, I won’t do that to you,” I say. “I’m just teasing, sweetheart.”
“Oh, thank God,” Matt replies with overwhelming relief.
“It’ll have some gore, though,” I add as I swipe through Netflix to find the right choice.
It only takes a couple of minutes to find the perfect flick to watch- Tucker & Dale vs. Evil. While I’ve seen it before, I don’t mind watching it again.
“It’s a bit graphic, but it’s also really funny,” I explain as the movie starts. “I know you love funny movies, so I think it’s an excellent choice for your first-ever horror movie. And yes, I know I could pick anything and you would go along with it, but I want to be a little considerate- this time.”
Matt snickers while pulling my arm to get me to lay down beside him on the couch. I giggle as he envelopes me in his muscular arms and holds me close. My heart squeezes in my chest when his arms do the same to my body.
“I need to hold you in case I get scared,” he confesses sheepishly. “Not that I’ll get scared, of course.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone if you do,” I tease.
As the movie gets underway, my mind drifts to my thoughts I had in the day spa’s change room. Except this time, they’re now swirled with Matt’s handwritten words from his birthday card. All of it overwhelms me while also helping me draw one conclusion: He’s definitely in love with me.
Moreover, I’m dangerously close to falling in love with him too.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 30
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Matt - January 2023
My entire body is sore as hell as I’m driving to Olivia’s house to pick up Gary. Last night’s house show match in Austin, Texas had been especially brutal, thanks to suplex I had to take outside the ring from Bron Breakker. Despite all this, I’m eager to see Olivia.
My heart slams into my ribs out of nowhere. Christ, just the idea of seeing her again is enough to put my body into overdrive. The thought of holding and kissing after being apart makes me lay on the gas pedal a bit harder. Even though we’ve texted while I was away working the live events, it’s not a good substitute to seeing her in-person.
As I drive up to Olivia’s house, a silver sedan parked out front catches my eye. Then I remember that she had told me that Saraya would be staying over for a few days while she’s in Orlando. It must be her rental car.
I try the front door, which opens right away. I hear Olivia chatting away from the living room while another woman laughs. Gary’s barking cuts through the air, interrupting them as he barrels over to greet me.
“Hello!” Olivia calls out.
“Hey!” I respond while making my way into the living room.
Olivia is sitting on the couch with Saraya beside her. My heart jumps into my throat seeing my girlfriend with a relaxed smile on her face.
“Why, hello there,” Saraya pipes up, hopping off the couch to shake my hand. “So, you’re the guy who’s made my bestie so happy.”
My chuckle is shaky. I catch a glimpse of Olivia, whose face is now pink. “Yeah, that would be me.”
“Now I’m glad I didn’t leave earlier!” Saraya exclaims, all giddy. “I’m Saraya Beavis.”
I extend my hand. “Matthew Farrelly.”
“Saraya and I have known each other since 2011,” Olivia explains as Saraya and I shake hands. “She’s the one that has put up with all of my bullshit before I met you.”
“That sounds about right,” Saraya remarks with a laugh.
I chuckle too. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“You too!” Saraya says. “I know you wanna spend time with Olivia, but can I please talk to you outside?”
“Yeah, sure,” I reply.
“Be nice,” Olivia says firmly, looking right at Saraya.
“I will, I will,” Saraya replies defensively.
I follow her into the backyard and onto Olivia’s patio. I’m not stupid- I know Saraya is likely going to suss me out. As Olivia’s best friend, it’s her job to make sure I’m a decent guy after all.
“Olivia has told me so much about you,” Saraya starts.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I chuckle. “I take it you two are really close then?”
Saraya nods, twirling a random strand of her black hair. “We met in FCW- what NXT used to be- when I was new to WWE and Olivia was already on the main roster. I didn’t have any friends at the time in WWE or in the U.S., and some of the girls in FCW weren’t very welcoming. Olivia was super nice to me from the moment I met her, and we’ve been best friends ever since. We’ve been through a lot together- boys, career highs and lows, and our respective struggles- for over ten years.”
“Damn,” I remark.
“After everything happened with my neck,” Saraya continues, “she helped me through my rehab and even took care of me- showering me, being a shoulder to cry on, you name it. And then, when she had her car accident two years ago, I stayed at her place to help her get through it. I’m talking helping her through her injuries, driving her to appointments ‘cause she couldn’t, comforting her…all of it. I’m not telling you all this so that I look like a hero or whatever- I’m only telling you so you get just how close we are. ”
I let out a long, low whistle. “Wow, that’s incredible. I’m glad she has you in her corner.” I pause to sigh. “She’s really amazing, isn’t she?”
The words fall from my mouth before I can stop myself. Somehow, I keep my face neutral despite Saraya’s jaw dropping.
“Jesus Christ, you think pretty highly of her,” she remarks in a daze.
“Definitely,” I say. “Has she told you how we met and whatnot?”
“She did,” Saraya replies. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen her so smitten over a guy, and I’ve seen her in past relationships! With you, though, she’s been…different. It’s a good different, don’t get me wrong. You’ve made her so happy, which makes me happy too.”
“I want Olivia to be happy,” I say. “For what it’s worth- and I know this sounds kinda juvenile- she makes me happy. Even if we’re just hanging out at her place or mine or out somewhere, it doesn’t matter. I want to spend as much time together as possible. Honestly, I asked her if she would watch Gary while I was traveling just so I had an excuse to see her.”
My face grows hot when I realize what I just said. Saraya goes slack-jawed again at my admission.
“Stupid, I know,” I add sheepishly.
“That’s actually ridiculous,” Saraya remarks with a laugh. “But it’s also kinda cute.”
I smirk while scratching the back of my head. “Look, I know I’m a new person in Olivia’s life, so maybe you’re nervous to trust me. And I get it, I do. Just know that I care about her a lot and I don’t plan on hurting her, okay? Like I said, I want her to be happy.”
Saraya narrows her dark brown eyes at me. “I’m sorry, I need to ask- are you in love with her?”
The question throws me off. That’s now two different people who have brought up that word. It’s not a word I like to throw around lightly. My chest feels tight as I try to think about how to respond to this question to Olivia’s best friend, of all people.
“I won’t say anything to her, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Saraya adds in a rush.
I study her for a second. Even though we just met, I get the sense that I should believe her. I swallow hard and finish collecting my thoughts.
“I’m falling for her.”
Saraya’s lips curve into a small smile. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, I am,” I say, my voice sounding more confident.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Saraya replies. “I do need to say this, though- if you break Olivia’s heart, it’s not me you’re gonna need to worry about- it’s her. She’s a really nice person, but I’ve seen her angry before, and…well, it’s not a pretty sight.”
I manage to keep a calm demeanor despite gulping. “Duly noted.”
Saraya snickers. “I don’t think I have to worry about that, though.”
“You’re right about that,” I say.
Olivia suddenly opens the backyard door. “Dude, you have a flight to catch! Are you done interrogating my boyfriend yet?”
Saraya glances at her watch. “Shit, I gotta go!” She turns back to me. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Likewise,” I say, offering her to go inside first after we shake hands again.
Once we’re back in Olivia’s house, the two women hug tightly.
“Bye, Matt! Bye, doggies!” Saraya calls out.
I wave as Olivia walks her out. With them out on the front porch, I take this as my cue to run to the bathroom. By the time I come out, Olivia is back in the house, shaking her head with laughter.
“Sorry if Saraya was over the top with putting you through the third degree,” she says.
I smirk. “Nah, she’s just being a good friend. She’s really nice.”
Olivia smiles. “Oh, good.”
I close the gap between us and hug her. “I missed you so much, baby.”
“I missed you too,” Olivia says.
She pulls away and grabs my shirt collar. She pulls me in for a passionate kiss that takes my breath away. My cock begins to harden the second she deepens the kiss. I use my tongue to explore her mouth with ease.
“Fuck, I really missed you,” Olivia tacks on once we break apart. “If Saraya hadn’t been staying over, I would’ve touched myself just thinking about you. But I didn’t want to subject her to hearing that.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Someone sounds a bit needy.”
Olivia frowns. “Can you blame me? I wanted us to fool around before you left, but then you had to catch an earlier flight ‘cause NXT wanted you to do some media. I was so mad at them for doing that to you.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, how dare WWE ask me to do my job!”
“You know what I mean,” Olivia retorts with a dramatic eye roll.
My lips land on her neck, leaving kisses and a couple of love bites. Olivia moans in response while I hold her up so she doesn’t melt into the floor.
“We don’t have to go any further,” I tease.
Olivia bores her light green eyes into mine. “How fucking dare you!”
I burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, baby!”
Before Olivia can get another word in, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She shrieks and laughs as I carry her upstairs.
“Make sure to close the door so the dogs can’t follow us!” she hollers.
I look down to see Ash and Gary watching us with curious expressions. Fortunately, they stay in place, either because they’re confused or weirded out by what we’re doing to want to follow us.
As soon as we get in the master bedroom, I shove the door closed with my foot. I place Olivia on the bed carefully despite wanting nothing more than to body slam her on the mattress. I don’t want to accidentally hurt her in the heat of passion.
I pounce on her in a split second, hungrily kissing her lips like a parched man who has been left in the desert with no water for years. I’m about to rip off the oversized sweatshirt she’s wearing, only to stop myself.
“May I?”
Olivia nods. “Please, Matt. I need you so bad.”
I take her sweatshirt off, smirking when I see Olivia’s bare breasts staring back at me.
“No bra?” I ask while tossing the article of clothing aside.
“Bras are overrated,” Olivia replies.
Chuckling, I kiss her lips once more before trailing more down her neck and towards her chest. I kiss one breast while massaging the other with my hand.
“You’re so beautiful,” I mutter on her delicate skin.
Olivia shivers, her hands fumbling to grab the hem of my grey T-shirt. I stop kissing her breast long enough to yank my shirt off. She trails one finger down my chest, her nail scratching me just hard enough to make me hiss. She leans up to kiss the spot where she left her mark.
Once she’s lying on the bed again, I kiss her other breast. My tongue circles around her nipple more than once to make it pointy. She moans softly in response, making me grin.
My lips leave more kisses down her stomach and to the beginning of her sweatpants.
“You better get them off me right this second,” Olivia orders.
I’m about to make a wisecrack about changing my mind, but then I catch a glimpse of her face. I cackle when I spot her death glare.
“I won’t keep you waiting,” I say right as I undo the drawstring and pull them off, along with her underwear.
I get on the bed as close to Olivia’s glistening pussy as I can be.
“Fuck, please,” she whines.
My lips curl into a smirk. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, damn.”
I insert one finger inside her, which brings out a loud moan from her throat. My mouth attacks her pussy a moment later as I continue working her. I add another finger inside her and then flick my tongue on her clit to draw out louder moans. Her legs thrash about on the bed, forcing me to use my free arm to pin her down by her hips.
“Matt, fuck!”
This spurns me to insert a third finger inside her pussy while my mouth continues to taste her. I only pause the latter sporadically to use my tongue to play with her clit. She moans louder now, which encourages me to work my fingers faster.
“Oh, fuck!”
After a few more minutes of attacking her pussy with my fingers and mouth, Olivia comes with a loud cry of pleasure. I use my tongue to taste everything she releases, making sure not to miss anything. I keep at it a second longer than necessary to ensure I get every last bit of Olivia. It’s a taste I savour and file away in the darkest recesses of my mind. I don’t want to forget how sweet she tastes when I go down on her.
Once I finish, I climb back to her mouth and kiss her sloppily.
“You took that so well,” I mumble in between the kiss.
Giggling, Olivia manages to flip us around so that she’s now on top. She straddles my hips as she leaves love bites on my neck that I know will bruise later.
Her lips travel down my neck and chest in the form of tender kisses. Her hands explore my body while she kisses her way to the hem of my sweats. She suddenly looks up at me and bats her eyelashes innocently.
“Please, baby? May I taste you?” she asks in a sickly sweet voice.
“Yes.”
“What’s the magic word?”
I narrow my light blue eyes. “Yes, please.”
Olivia giggles as she yanks my sweatpants off me, and then my boxers. My cock is hard and already leaking as she licks it gently. I let out a strangled groan as her hand works the base and she takes more of me into her mouth. Her movements are deliberately slow to draw out pleasure.
“Fuck,” I growl.
At this, Olivia looks up again and throws a wink my way. It makes my body warm from head to toe to watch her take all of me in her mouth. Her hand also palms my cock faster to match the speed of her mouth. She runs her tongue up and down, making sure to pay a little extra attention to the tip. I grab her hair to keep it from falling in front of her face. I don’t want something so trivial to distract her.
Her mouth and hand work even faster on my cock, making it difficult to keep my composure. My breathing is shallow as my heart pounds in my chest.
I tug on her hair hard enough to get her attention. Olivia lets go and removes her mouth from around my erect dick.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, your mouth is amazing. I just wanna be inside you so bad.”
Olivia grins. “Would you like me on my back, or on my hands and knees?”
I swallow a moan. “Fuck…your hands and knees, for sure.”
“Very well then,” Olivia says, her grin widening.
I sit up to kiss her hard. I taste both her and myself as my tongue explores her mouth. Then I watch Olivia assume the position. I’m about to begin when something abruptly catches my eye.
“Is that…”
“A tattoo on my right ass cheek? Why yes, it is.”
I study the pretty script on Olivia’s skin- Curiosity often leads to trouble. My face breaks into a devilish smirk.
“It’s from the movie Alice in Wonderland,” she adds casually.
“How long have you had that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Since before Covid,” Olivia answers. “So…are you gonna fuck me, or not?”
I chuckle as I line my cock up with her entrance. My hands grab at her ass while I enter her slowly. She moans into the duvet, her hands clutching the fabric for dear life.
“That’s it,” I coo. “You’re already taking me so well.”
My thrusts are gentle to start. Olivia’s moans are almost as gentle to match. I hold her in place with a firm grip, not wanting to hurt her.
“Please fuck me harder,” she begs.
I grant her wish by increasing the speed of my thrusts. My grip on her ass becomes stronger as a result. My breathing is erratic while I continue to fuck her senseless.
“You’re such a good girl,” I snarl. “You take my cock so, so well, baby.”
Olivia cries out when my thrusts get faster. She moans louder into the duvet as the sound of skin slapping on skin gets louder.
I suddenly pull out and flip her onto her back. Olivia opens her mouth to protest, only for me to shush her with a passionate kiss.
“I need to see your face when you come,” I say when I come up for air.
Now my thrusts become even faster. Olivia’s moans turn animalistic when I use my thumb to play with her clit. This goes on for what feels like forever.
“Are you gonna come for me?” I ask.
“Yes!” Olivia cries. “Fuck, yes!”
I keep my thrusts fast while my thumb continues to play with her sensitive clit. A few minutes later, she comes hard.
Rather than fuck her through her orgasm, I pull out to taste her as she comes. I don’t focus on anything but her cries of ecstasy and the sweet taste coming from her body. I hold her while making sure my tongue collects every last drop. This makes Olivia cry out even louder, which I didn’t think was possible. Her legs shake violently as a third orgasm crashes into her like a large ocean wave in a violent storm.
When she comes down from her high, I begin stroking myself. Olivia catches what I’m doing and hops off the bed to get on her knees.
“Let me.”
I stop what I’m doing, and she uses her mouth and hand to work my hard cock frantically. She only needs to do this for a few minutes before I come with a loud grunt. She swallows everything without trouble while I shut my eyes to let my climax take over. My hands hold her head in place to keep her from going anywhere.
It takes a couple of minutes for Olivia to remove herself from my cock. I help her to her feet and lay her back on the bed.
“Fuck, that felt so good,” Olivia remarks.
“It really did,” I say before planting a kiss on her lips.
“Hope you didn’t have anywhere you needed to be,” Olivia laughs.
“Nah, you’re good,” I reply, my hand stroking her hair.
Olivia’s laughter fades, as does her smile. I frown and stroke her hair again.
“A dollar for your thoughts?”
Olivia frowns. “I’m sorry?”
“Last time I asked for a penny for your thoughts, you said your thoughts were worth way more. So, I figured a dollar would be more than enough,” I explain.
This joke makes Olivia laugh briefly. “It’s just…if I asked you to shower with me, would you say yes?”
“Of course,” I say. I don’t see a world where I would say no to that suggestion.
“You realize that means seeing me without…this.” Olivia nudges her prosthetic leg with her other leg.
Now her question makes sense. She’s worried I’m going to be freaked out the moment I see her without her prosthetic. I had figured that was one of the things she has stressed out over in the past.
“That’s fine,” I say casually, like we’re talking about the weather.
My hand touches her right hip. Olivia shrinks a little at my touch, so I kiss her forehead.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So beautiful in every way.”
Olivia reluctantly leads me to the ensuite. She sits inside the shower on the built-in bench and slowly takes her prosthetic leg off. It takes a minute or two for the rest of her leg to be revealed. The skin appears smooth all the way down, even at the spot where the amputation happened.
“May I please touch it?” I ask. “You’re not okay with it, that’s fine.”
Olivia grins and nods just as she turns on the water. So, I enter the shower and gingerly touch the skin. Hot water hits my head, soaking my hair in seconds.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she says.
Knowing that, I relax my body. I kiss her right leg and then her lips. Olivia gasps at the gesture.
“It doesn’t matter what your leg looks like,” I say. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. I don’t keep telling you that as a cheap compliment. I keep telling you because it’s the fucking truth, Olivia. Everything about you- your hair, eyes, skin, body, personality- is beautiful.”
I watch Olivia’s eyes light up at my words. She captures my lips in a tender kiss as water cascades over us. I pick her up and lean her against the foggy glass. She gasps at the cold contact and then continues kissing me. After another minute of this, I set her back down on the shower bench.
We shower in silence for several minutes. Once we finish, I exit first to grab Olivia’s clothes. Once I give them to her, I return to the bedroom to change. I give Olivia privacy so she can freshen up alone.
She exits the ensuite with a shy smile. She hops onto the bed and sits with her knees close to her chest.
“Thank you for trusting me with that,” I say while resting one hand on her back.
Olivia nods. “No, thank you. And…I owe you an apology.”
I frown in confusion. “For what?”
For a moment, Olivia stays quiet. “I know I’ve told you a lot of personal stuff…losing my parents and how I hate being seen as strong when I don’t feel that way. And I know you’ve seen me struggle with the aftermath of the car accident- the chronic pain, dealing with my stupid prosthetic leg and nightmares, you get the point. But…do you remember how you said I didn’t have to tell you anything I don’t want to?”
“I remember.”
“Well…” Olivia swallows hard. “I want to tell you now. It’s nothing earth-shattering- I’m not a serial killer and I don’t hate wrestling after all.”
Despite the tension in the room, I chuckle. “That’s good to know.”
Olivia grins for a second. “So, because of all the shit I’ve been through, I have my fair share of mental health issues- namely, depression and PTSD. I have to take two Prozacs in the morning just so my brain can function normally.”
The revelation hangs heavily in the air. I feel like I’ve finally clicked a big piece of the puzzle that is Olivia Parker into place. I had sensed something more beneath her sunny surface when we first met in-person. Knowing what it is exactly helps explain why Olivia was so shaken about the most recent anniversary of her car accident.
“Very few people know this about me,” Olivia continues. “My psychiatrist knows- she diagnosed me, after all- and some of my closest friends know. Other friends of mine don’t know, and neither do my fans. I’ve done a really good job of keeping this to myself.”
“Why haven’t you told others?” I ask in a slow voice.
Olivia sighs loudly. “Because I don’t want to let people down. I’m ‘so strong’ after all”- she throws in sarcastic air quotes- “so I can’t tell people. I know it sounds so fucking stupid when I say it out loud; especially with you ‘cause you’ve told me it’s okay if I don’t feel strong. And now I'm worried you’re gonna be mad that I kept this from you.”
My heart sinks hearing all this. As much as I wish Olivia had told me about her mental health struggles sooner, I understand why she hasn’t. Her explanation makes sense when I look at it from her point of view.
“I was also worried that, if I told you, you would think I was too much for you. But honestly? If you’ve stayed after everything else, surely you would stay after me telling you this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my mental health issues until now,” she concludes, her voice shaky.
I watch Olivia rest her head on her left leg, her eyes looking away from me.
“Look at me.”
Olivia doesn’t look back at me. So, I move to sit cross-legged in front of her.
“Baby, please look at me,” I say again.
It takes a minute for her to bring her gaze up to mine. I catch a glimmer of tears inside Olivia’s light green eyes.
“Fuck me, I cry a lot,” she says with a hollow laugh. “I’m sorry about that. I’m…I’m not a good girlfriend.”
“That is not true!” I roar.
Olivia flinches. I mentally curse myself for raising my voice.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I tack on. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper, but it kills me to hear you talk about yourself that way. Look, let me be crystal clear- I’m not going anywhere. There’s nothing you could say or do to convince me to leave you. I want you- no, I need you, baby. And I’ll do anything to prove to you that I’m serious.”
“I don’t deserve you,” Olivia says.
“Yes, you do,” I counter. “You deserve me because I say so.”
At this, Olivia smiles. “Thank you for being so patient with me. It means a lot to me.”
“Of course,” I say, returning her smile.
I pull Olivia into my lap, her legs wrapping around me with ease. Her head gently rests on my chest as I hold her tight. I kiss her temple and hold her close to my body. Even though I should collect Gary and head back to my apartment, I don’t want to be anywhere else on Earth.
Something clicks in my head as we sit on her bed in this embrace. My mind, body, and soul feel at peace, something I’ve never felt with another human being. Being with Olivia- touching her, kissing her, sleeping with her, holding her- feels so right. It feels more right than anything else in the world.
I was wrong to tell Saraya that I’m just falling for Olivia.
The truth is, I fell in love with her a long time ago.
Those three fateful words are on the tip of my tongue, but I’m not about to unload them on Olivia right after she confided something so raw and personal. I keep my confession close to my heart for a better time.
Right now, I just want to enjoy this tender moment.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 29
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - January 2023
On the morning of New Year’s Evil, Matt invites me to the Performance Centre to watch his match in-person. I happily accept his invitation, and he picks me up from my house so we can carpool later that day.
When I see Matt’s sedan pull up, I hop in as quickly as I can. We exchange greetings before our drive to the Performance Centre begins.
“How are you feeling about your match?” I ask.
“Nervous, but excited too,” Matt answers.
I look down to find him drumming one hand on the console. I grab it and run my thumb along his knuckles. I snap my gaze up to find him grinning.
“Win or lose, I’m so, so proud of you for this match,” I say, my grip tightening ever so slightly.
Matt steals a glance at me, his grin now larger. “Thank you.”
Once we arrive, we split up so Matt can get ready for his match. I say hi to Shawn Michaels and some producers I already know. Once I finish catching up with them, I decide to pay a visit to the women’s locker room. I meet many talented NXT female Superstars, learn about their journey to this company, and how they’re feeling about where they’re currently at in NXT. Some of them aren’t familiar with me, though they’re polite in our interactions. Other Superstars- namely Cora Jade, Roxanne Perez, and Thea Hail- fan girl the minute they see me.
“Aww, you’re so sweet!” Cora exclaims.
“Oh my God, I’m such a huge fan!” Roxanne squeals while hugging me tight.
“I’ve always looked up to you, and I’m so glad you’re just as nice as they say!” Thea shrieks.
I thank everyone for their kind words, and even take pictures with many of the girls. Some ask me for wrestling advice, which I’m all too happy to give. I wish them all the best of luck in NXT and make it clear that I’m always rooting for them. I even give some of them my phone number in case they ever want to chat more.
After doing this for over half an hour, I exit the women’s locker room to grab a bite to eat. I’m only halfway to catering when I hear someone call my name. I stop in my tracks to turn behind me.
A tan woman with long, straight jet black hair and light green eyes speed walks over with an unclear facial expression. She stands almost a head taller than me once she’s up close. It only takes me a second to figure out who she is.
“You must be Indi Hartwell! I’m Olivia, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. You can call me by my real name, Samantha.”
We exchange handshakes. Her grip is firm, albeit with a sliver of apprehension. I’m about to say I’m a fan of her too, but she speaks up first.
“Matt’s told me so much about you.”
My smile grows a bit. “Oh, yeah? I take it you two are friends then?”
Samantha nods. “Yeah, I met him when he first signed to WWE in 2021. We hit it off ‘cause we’re both from Australia; he’s from Sydney and I’m from Melbourne. He’s one of my best mates.”
“That’s awesome!” I exclaim. “I’m assuming he’s told you good things about me?”
“Oh my God, he’s so into you!” Samantha gushes.
My cheeks turn red. “Oh, lord. I’m sorry you had to hear all about it.”
“No, it’s sweet!” Samantha insists. “He’s been into you for so long. I clocked it long ago.”
“You did?”
“Absolutely! Last summer, a bunch of us went out for drinks, and I watched him turn a woman down. He told me that you two were talking and just friends, but I wasn’t convinced.”
I frown. “No?”
Samantha shakes her head. “And then it happened again, like, a month later. I knew he was into you- and I was right, because he told me that night that he’d started flirting with you. He was all like, ‘Nothing’s going on between us.’ I knew it was bullshit.”
My heart skips a beat. Learning about Matt’s initial feelings for me from one of his friends is turning me into a puddle of goo.
“I hope he didn’t annoy you by going on and on about me,” I remark with an airy laugh.
“Honestly, it mostly annoyed me that he wouldn’t see what was right in front of him,” Samantha says, tucking a strand of hair behind her left ear. “And don’t get me started on that bloody TikTok! You know, the one where he said you were his dream guest for The Grayson Waller Effect?”
I snort and burst into a fit of hysterical giggles. “How could I forget?”
Samantha also laughs. “He was so stressed about what he’d said, and then was all like, ‘I don’t know why I’m acting like this.’ I was like, ‘Mate, you can’t be this thick!’, ‘cause I mean…seriously?? I knew he was into you- I think he just wasn’t ready to admit it to himself.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I think he was nervous to be honest with himself,” Samantha continues. “He knows who you are ‘cause you’ve been in WWE for so long, and I think that made him really nervous to pursue you.”
I bite my lip. “I didn’t realize that.”
“Well, I’m just glad you forced him to meet you by showing up here out of the blue,” Samantha says with a newfound smirk.
“It had to be done,” I reply matter-of-factly.
Samantha giggles again while crossing her arms over her chest. “He thinks so highly of you, you know. When he told me about you two meeting a while back, I could see how much he cares about you from how he talked about you.”
I smile. “I’m glad to hear that. And like I said, I hope hearing him ramble on about me wasn’t too annoying.”
“Don’t worry about it, mate! I’d rather hear him go on about you than about himself.”
I cackle at Samantha’s remark. Hearing about Matt from her perspective helps shine a new light on his feelings for me. It also makes my feelings for him grow deeper.
Her words linger in my head later that night, when I find Matt standing outside gorilla prior to his match. I easily spot him from his basketball shorts-style ring gear. He’s stretching his arms over his head with his back facing me.
“Damn, you look so hot!”
Matt spins around, flashing me a devilish grin. “Why, thank you, baby. Can I get a good luck kiss before I go out to the ring? Please?”
I smirk and nod. “Remember- we’re in public, Matthew. Please try to behave yourself, okay?”
He frowns for a split second before smiling again to plant a soft kiss on my lips.
“Please be safe,” I whisper once we break apart.
“I’ll try my best,” Matt says.
Once he’s in gorilla, I find a nearby monitor to watch the match. I smile as Matt makes his entrance minutes later. Seeing his cocky swagger makes me snicker into my hand. I wish I was sitting at ringside just so he could hear me boo the shit out of him.
The match goes fairly well, with Matt doing a great job at holding his own against Bron Breakker. When Matt takes a brutal move, I wince with baited breath. The thought of him getting injured niggles me, but I try to push that possibility out of my head. When Matt gets some good hits on Bron, I smile wide. Since I’m backstage, I don’t cheer or make any noise so as to not disrupt anyone nearby.
In the end, an issue with the ropes breaking causes Matt to not be able to execute a move and take a brutal hit to the ground. This results in a count out finish, much to my dismay. I frown when the ring announcer declares that Bron is still the NXT Champion as a direct result. He’s a great wrestler, but I had wanted Matt to win more.
I leave the monitor and find the entrance to gorilla again. After several minutes, Bron exits with his NXT Championship in hand. We meet and chat for a bit, with me praising him for doing well and him thanking me for my kind words. He then leaves while I stay by gorilla.
A couple of minutes later, Matt appears, rubbing the back of his neck. He smiles as soon as our eyes meet.
“You did so good out there,” I say as we close the gap between us. “I’m sorry you didn’t win.”
“It’s okay,” Matt replies, his tone light-hearted yet tired.
He carefully cradles my head with one hand and places a soft kiss on my forehead. The scent of sweat hits my nostrils, though I pay it no mind.
“Thank you for being here to support me,” Matt whispers in my ear.
He pulls away in time to see me smile. “Of course, sweetheart. I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”
He leans down to kiss my lips this time, which I’m more than willing to return. His arms wrap around my waist while my hands grab his face.
We shouldn’t be all over each other just outside gorilla in the Performance Centre. Any Superstar, producer, or backstage personnel could catch us in the act right this second. We both know better than to make out here like a pair of horny teenagers.
Yet even with that in mind, I couldn’t care less about who sees anything.
***
About a week later, Saraya texts me to say she’ll be in Orlando for work for a couple of days. I insist that she stays at mine while in town- an offer she’s quick to take me up on.
“Hey, bestie!”
I smile wide when I spot her strutting into my home like she owns it. She sets her luggage aside just as I run over to tackle her with a massive hug.
“Hey, babe! How have you been?” I ask.
“Good,” Saraya replies with a warm tone of voice.
Once the hug ends, Gary makes his presence known by weaseling his way between us. He jumps on Saraya’s leg and whines loudly to get her attention.
“Hey, bud!”
“Gary, stop!” I command. “Sorry, he loves meeting new people.”
“It’s okay,” Saraya says, reaching down to pet him. “His name’s Gary?”
“Yeah, he’s Matt’s dog.”
Saraya looks up at me with raised eyebrows. “Oh?”
“He’s doing a few NXT house shows, so I offered to watch his dog while he’s away,” I explain.
“That’s very sweet of you,” Saraya remarks. “Do Gary and Ash get along?”
“Well, they were sleeping all cuddled together right up until two seconds ago.”
“Aww, that’s too cute!”
Our eyes flick over to Ash’s bed, where he continues to snooze without a care in the world.
“They’re both so adorable,” Saraya says while strolling into my living room.
“They are when they’re not trying to kill each other,” I reply as I follow behind her.
We each sit on the sectional, with Gary hopping up to sit closer to Saraya. His tag wags like crazy as she resumes scratching his head.
“I take it things are going well between you and Matt then, if you’re watching his dog,” Saraya says.
I nod. “Yeah, things are good with us. As a matter of fact, we went to Sydney over Christmas so I could meet his Mum and extended family.”
Saraya’s dark brown eyes widen as she goes slack-jawed. I respond with a nervous laugh while raking one hand through my long hair.
“So, I met his mum before Christmas, and then I met most of his extended family on Christmas Day,” I add. “We flew back to Orlando the next day.”
“How did it all go?” Saraya asks with baited breath.
“It couldn’t have gone better,” I reveal.
I proceed to recall how the meeting with Matt’s mum went. I don’t leave anything out, including the moments when I had to tell her about my parents being deceased and showing her that I’m an amputee.
“She was really sweet about everything,” I say after recalling both memories. “Matt told me she wouldn’t have a problem with my leg, but I wasn’t sure. It’s not that I thought he was lying; I just needed to see it in order to believe it, you know?”
“I totally get what you’re saying,” Saraya says as she stretches her legs out. “What about meeting his extended family?”
“That also went well,” I reply. “Matt made the day really special even before that.”
Saraya raises her eyebrows. “How so?”
My insides become warm when I think back to Christmas Day.
I woke up that morning to find Matt not in bed beside me. I blinked hard and rubbed sleep from my eyes just as he came out of the bathroom.
“Morning,” I mumbled as I threw my glasses on so I could see him clearly.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said, climbing onto the bed to wrap me in his arms.
I leaned into his touch, smiling when he kissed my temple. He left a few more kisses on my face before finally kissing my lips. I giggled as he pulled away.
“Merry Christmas,” I replied in a sleepy manner.
“Remember when I said that flying you here was my Christmas present to you?” Matt asked.
I nodded.
“Well…there’s one more thing.”
My eyes went wide and I sat up in bed. “Matt, you didn’t-”
“It’s not much,” he interjected, “but I think you’ll like it.”
He hopped off the bed and went into his suitcase. It took him a few minutes to pull a medium-sized red gift bag from a small compartment. He handed it to me and sat back on the bed.
“You shouldn’t have,” I began.
“I wanted to,” Matt interjected. “I wanna spoil you too.”
I smiled as my hand dove into the gift bag. It took a minute for me to extract a small kangaroo plushie from inside. Another laugh bubbled out of my throat as I examined the soft stuffed animal.
“I saw it when I was in town filming for NXT,” Matt explained sheepishly. “I thought you would like a little souvenir of our first trip to Australia together.”
The sentiment hit me harder than expected. I felt my insides turn into mush at the idea of this being the first of many trips we would take together as a couple. A few tears brimmed my eyes too. Luckily, I managed to quickly blink them away.
“Thank you,” I said as I looked back at my boyfriend. “Now I wish I had a gift to give you.”
“Nah, it’s okay,” Matt replied, scooching over to wrap an arm around my shoulders. “I truly mean it when I say that you being here and spoiling me with this fancy hotel is more than enough.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Matt nodded with a big smile. “Positive.”
We shared a tender kiss and hug. A rouge tear trickled down my cheek, but I swiped it away before Matt noticed. I wanted to enjoy the remainder of Christmas morning without turning into a weeping mess.
By early afternoon, we returned to his mum’s house to meet a lot of extended family- Matt’s aunt and uncle, as well as a few cousins and their respective families. Everyone welcomed me with open arms and kind greetings, and I warmed up to them easily. I made a point not to bring up my leg or my parents to anyone so as to not ruin the festive mood. Instead, I spoke about the upcoming release of my second book, what I had planned once Matt and I returned to the United States, and how much I love being a dog mom. It had been a fun night of good food and even better people.
“That was a lot of fun,” I said as I drove us back to our hotel room sometime after dinner wrapped up.
“It was,” Matt remarked. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
“I really did,” I replied. My voice suddenly felt thick, forcing me to try and clear it.
“Are you okay?”
I sighed loudly. “Ugh, I don’t wanna ruin Christmas Day.”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that. I could very well tell you that Santa isn’t real.”
Matt gasped dramatically and clutched his chest like he was in the throes of a massive heart attack. “What?! Since when?”
I snorted and let out an obnoxious laugh. “Since forever, dumbass.”
“Oh my God, my whole life has been a lie!” Matt wailed, putting his face in his hands like a child who’s seconds away from bawling his eyes out.
I flashed him a death glare. “Seriously?”
Matt pulled himself together like nothing happened. “Nah, I’m good. I already knew that.”
“Yeah, I figured as much.”
“No, seriously, though- are you okay?”
I found a parking spot at our hotel and threw the rental car in park. “It’s just…I had forgotten how nice it felt to spend Christmas with loved ones. After my parents died, I didn’t have anyone to spend the holidays with. My grandparents on both sides have passed away, my mom was an only child, and my dad’s sister passed away when she was a baby from SIDS. So, that means no aunts or uncles too. My family has always been small, which was fine with me. But then my parents died, which meant that I was alone.”
Hot tears pricked my eyes the more I spoke. While it’s no secret to anyone that my parents are long gone, only a few people close to me know just how hard it is to be alone in this context.
I have no problem being alone in other aspects. Prior to my relationship with Matt, I loved being single and not dealing with the bullshit that comes with dating. I also didn’t mind not being able to get together with friends if they’re busy. In fact, I genuinely enjoy taking myself on a solo date to dinner or to a cute coffee shop. In my early twenties, it took time to get to a place where I’m truly happy being alone. I wouldn’t even think twice about it today.
Spending Christmas with Matt and his family had brought back old memories of Christmas with my family. Every Christmas morning, I woke to find gifts under the tree of our apartment. Dad would grumble about Santa eating “his” cookies, only for Mom to promise that there were more for him to munch on later. While we weren’t rich by any stretch, my parents did their best to make the holiday season magical.
My paternal grandparents would spoil me with hugs and homemade Christmas cookies that I wanted to devour, but couldn’t because Mom insisted I save room for dinner. Meanwhile, my maternal grandfather would insist I show him all the gifts Santa got me for Christmas, even after I learned the truth about Santa. My paternal grandmother Olivia would then let me watch her cook and throw a ton of silly questions her way about whatever was on my mind. No matter what I asked, she always answered me like I was an adult.
I word vomited all that in the driver’s seat of the rental car, with Matt watching on in stunned silence. While a tiny part of me was happy to share these precious memories with him, grief and guilt consumed my entire body. My body shook as I cried, wishing that none of those things came out on today of all days. I couldn’t look my boyfriend in the eye throughout me spilling my guts.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin everything,” I muttered when I finally managed to calm down. “I promise you, I’m so grateful you asked me to come here, and I’m grateful I got to meet your family. This is all just hitting me at the worst fucking time.”
Matt reached across the car and hugged me tight. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. Do you hear me? You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t ruin anything. I wanted to bring you here to make happy memories for you because you bloody deserve it. And hopefully, we can continue to make more happy memories in the future.”
I snapped my still watery gaze to him. “Really?”
Matt kissed my damp cheek. “Absoutely. I’d do anything to make that happen, Olivia.”
My heart skipped a beat. “That’s a really big thing to say.”
“Good thing it’s the truth.”
I shook my head with a shocked laugh. “Thank you again for everything- this trip, meeting your family, your Christmas gifts…and just being you. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
Matt smiled while wiping the last few tears off my face. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
As I relay all this to Saraya now, I find myself getting choked up more than once. It’s taking everything in me to not get super emotional while talking about my trip to Sydney.
“As emotional as it was, I truly had the best time,” I say.
Saraya’s eyes are misty. “Holy fucking shit, Olivia. I’m telling you, dude, he’s a keeper.”
“I almost wrecked what was supposed to be a nice trip more than once,” I point out while shaking my head in disbelief.
“You didn’t almost wreck shit,” Saraya says while pushing impending tears back with the pads of her fingers. “You’re allowed to be vulnerable with your boyfriend, you know.”
I groan and drop my head to my hands.
“What?” Saraya asks.
“That reminds me,” I say as I look back at her. “I still haven’t opened up about my mental health issues to Matt.”
“You haven’t?”
I shake my head. “I’ve only told a few of my closest friends, including you. I haven’t told anyone else, including my own boyfriend. Fuck, I haven’t even talked about it publicly. My psychiatrist told me I should tell Matt and my remaining friends, or just Matt at the very least.”
“So, why haven’t you done that?” Saraya inquires.
“It’s just…” I sigh loudly. “I have a reputation for being ‘strong’”- I make sure to include air quotes- “all the time. After all, how else could I have endured what all I’ve been through? So, if people find out I’m not as strong as they think, I’ll only let them down. I won’t carry on ‘cause you of all people know about this.”
I pause to rub my bare face with my hands. “The thing is, Matt already knows how I feel about being seen as a strong person. We talked about it long before we started dating, for Christ’s sakes! A part of me knows he would understand and accept it as part of me, just like being an amputee and having dead parents. But also…it’s a lot. All of it is a lot. It’s making me wonder if all my trauma is too much to make being with me worth his while.”
Saraya sighs softly as she places her hands on my shoulders. “Olivia, the man came to your fucking house to take care of you when your chronic pain was making you feel like shit. He accepted some of your darker, uglier thoughts and your past without hesitation. He asked you to fly across the fucking world to meet his family. And most of everything I just said happened in the few months since you two met in-person. Do you honestly think that this will be the thing that will make him walk away from you?”
I sit back on the couch to muse everything in silence. It’s one thing to have my psychiatrist gently suggest opening up about my mental health issues to those closest in my life. While I respect Dr. Montgomery and acknowledge how much her sessions have helped me, I find myself unwilling to take this one piece of advice. It’s another thing to have one of my closest friends- a woman who dropped her entire life to take care of me in the immediate aftermath of the car accident that wrecked my body and my wrestling career in one fell swoop- lay out all the facts in front of me.
My heart slowly sinks into my stomach. How could I be such a blind idiot? Saraya’s right- this wouldn’t cause Matt to walk away from me. If anything, not telling him my mental health struggles would do just that. It makes me look like a dishonest person for not coming clean. Worse, it makes me look like a hypocrite after I had told him how important not breaking my trust is to me.
I’m inadvertently breaking his trust by keeping this to myself.
“Also,” Saraya continues, “our friends won’t judge you for your mental health issues. I’m sure some of them struggle with similar shit too! Sure, it’s not the same as what all you’ve been through- I wouldn’t go so far as to say that. My point is, everyone is dealing with something.”
“Everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about,” I interrupt.
Saraya grins. “I think I’ve heard you say that exact phrase before.”
“Only a couple hundred thousand times.”
We both giggle. While it has been more than a hot minute since I uttered that very sentence, it is one I have been known to use.
“Do you think I should disclose my mental health shit publicly?” I ask. “I’ve thought about it, but I don’t know how WWE will react to it.”
“If they have a problem with it, that’s too damn bad,” Saraya replies. “It’s not like you’re blaming them for your mental health- you’re just disclosing it. I highly doubt they’ll be mad about that. If that does happen though, don’t worry- I’ll yell at management for you.”
“WIth all due respect, you’ll have to get in line,” I say.
Saraya cackles. “That’s my bitch!”
I join in with her boisterous laughter. Ash, who has only just woken up from his slumber, saunters over to greet Saraya with his tail wagging.
“Aww, hi, you!” she coos. She pets his head while Ash practically smiles in response.
I watch Gary stare at Saraya paying attention to Ash and not him. His body is uncharacteristically stiff.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” I say while grabbing him so I can pet him. “You get plenty of attention too, buddy.”
“Someone’s jealous,” Saraya teases. “Don’t worry, dude- I also get jealous when Olivia doesn’t give me enough attention.”
“Saraya!!!”
“What?! It’s true!”
I shake my head and facepalm at her remark. “You’re fucking unreal.”
Saraya tosses me a wink. “Oh, shut up. Admit it- you love me.”
“Sure,” I say lamely.
We laugh again at our nonsense. It’s times like this that make me eternally grateful for Saraya’s friendship. She truly is a fantastic friend to have in my corner through highs and lows.
“Thank you for laying everything out for me,” I say once our laughter ceases. “You and my psychiatrist are right- I need to tell Matt before I can even think of telling anyone else.”
“Good,” Saraya says firmly.
“I’m gonna wait until he comes back from the house shows he’s doing,” I add. “I need to tell him in-person, not over text.”
“That’s the right thing to do” Saraya remarks.
Later, when Saraya and I turn in for the night, I lie awake in bed to think about everything we discussed. I know I have been putting off confiding in Matt about my mental health issues for far too long. Granted, it’s not like I haven’t opened up to him about anything personal up to this point. This, however, is the one thing I have kept close to my chest the longest. I need to ignore my worries of what it could happen if I tell him and just fucking do it.
I finally close my eyes to sleep with Matt’s smile fresh in my mind.
I put on my headphone and headed to airplane, I toke a seat in my window seat. As soon I got the airplane, I text my girlfriend to let her know that I'm on the plane.
Grayson: I just got on the plane. We are about to take off soon. I will call you when I get to the hotel or venue.
Dallas,TX
Sunshine: Sounds good. Have a good day at work. When you call me, I have surprise for you
Grayson: I can't wait. Talk to you soon.
Sunshine: Safe travels. Love you ❤️❤️
The plane toke off, It was 3 hour flight. I arrived in Dallas,TX. I passed all the psycho fans who was waiting at the airport and ask us for autographs. I got in my uber and headed to venue. When I got to the venue, I went inside and put my stuff in the locker room and went to catering and sat at the corner in the back. I texted my girlfriend to let her know that I have at the venue.
Grayson: I arrived at the venue in American Airlines Center for tonight show.
Sunshine: I'm glad you got there safely. I'm still work. I might be home same time as you tonight because Travis sends me email around 8am saying he can't come to work today. So I have to work overtime.
I read the message and part of me wants to break Travis face. That's Grayson Waller/Matty in me.
Grayson: You want to me break his face for you.
Sunshine: I would love but if you do that I won't have employee babe 😂
Grayson: that's very true, hopefully he has good reason why he isn't showing up. I have to get going but I will talk to you. Before I go, you know you don't have call me by wrestling name right.
Sunshine: yeah hopefully he does. I know I don't have to but I know you get turn on when call you Matty Wahlberg 😂.
Grayson: Also true. Just you calling me Matt turns me on regardless. But I'm still waiting for my nickname from you.
Sunshine: I will have nickname for you soon. Now stop getting distracted by texting your sexy girlfriend and start getting ready for work.
Grayson: I love when you are demanding, it's hot. I'm going go now before I start getting hard at work. Love you
Sunshine: 😈. Love you too.
I looked down at my pants to make sure I don't have a boner or anything. I didn't have one which it's good. I headed to locker room, I got ready for the show. Today schedule I had segments with Austin Theory and Adam Pearce and force Austin Theory go against Sheamus. After the show was over, I headed back to locker room to grab my stuff and headed home. As I turn around, I see my partner Austin Theory standing there.
"What in the hell was that you pulled out there" Austin said
"I'm not sure know what you are talking about"
"We agree that you are going against Sheamus and you backfire it on me and let me face against him" Austin said
"Mate I know. I wasn't feeling well that's all"
"Feeling sick, my ass. The reason why I didn't want face Sheamus because you were too busy jerking off and thinking about the girl met at the meet and greet" Austin said
"Don't bring Y/N into this. Do you hear me"
"Oh sensitive subject I see. We'll lock in next time. Stop thinking about her at work and focus on us winning tag team gold again" Austin said
Austin left before I could even answer him, Sheamus enter the locker room.
"What's wrong with him" Sheamus asked
"Nothing, he just being baby"
"Ahh okay. Listen mate, since I got you before you go. There is a concert in Nashville this weekend, I have to three tickets well two tickets since Bayley agree to come. You bring someone to the concert, what do you say fella" Sheamus said
"Yeah why not. I will see if my girl wants to go. Who's performing"
"Luke Bryan" Sheamus said
"Okay, I will ask her when I get home and I will shoot you a text when I get home"
"Okay sound good Fella. Have a safe flight home, sorry for beating up your partner tonight" Sheamus said
"I will thanks. And don't worry you need that but I don't tell him that I said that"
"My lips are sealed" Sheamus said
I grabbed my stuff and headed to airport to go home.
Orlando, Florida
I arrived in Orlando, I toke a taxi and went home. When I opened the front door of my place, instead of my dog Gary running at the door, it was girlfriend standing there with whip cream can in her hand. She gave me a kiss on the lip and I kissed her back.
"Hello babe, how was work"
"I don't want to talk about work. I want to have fun with my man right now" she responded while removing my belt of my pants.
"Someone is really horny. I like it"
My girlfriend brought me to bedroom and push me on the bed. She toke off her top and bra off, she was completely naked.
"Take off your pants now" she said
"Make me"
She went to kitchen, grab a chair, toke a seat facing me and pulled out the vibrator.
"If you don't want me to use the vibrator in front of you, then I advise to take off your pants now" she said.
She knew how to make me mad and make me turn on as well. I started taking off my pants and even my boxer as well. I just looked at her as walking towards me.
Your POV
You walked towards your man, got the bed. You licked your hand and stroking his cock, he let a moan.
"Fuck baby" Grayson moaned
You decide not suck on his cock this time, you whisper his ear as you stroking his cock.
"Matt, my love I want you to fuck me like right now. My body needs you. Please fuck me"
"Anything for you baby" Grayson said
Grayson put you on your back, stroked his cock a bit and put it in your pussy, started fucking you.
"MATT FUCK"
"You are so wet baby. You like when I fuck you hard" Grayson responded fucking you while holding your waist.
"Yes. Don't stop, fuck me harder"
Grayson kisses and sucking your neck while fucking you hard and rough. All you can do is moan.
"FUCK BABY. THAT FEELS SO GOOD"
"Fuck, I'm about to cum" Grayson moaned
"Cum inside me baby, I know you want to"
Grayson went faster and harder, I can my legs shaky. The thing I know he cums inside me. He pull out and lay next to me. He gives a kiss on the forehead.
"Anything else you need me to do for you baby" Grayson said.
"Another than coming in the shower with me"
"I would love too" Grayson said.
You and Grayson got in the shower together. You were stroking his cock in the shower for a bit. As you did that, he pin to the wall under shower head and started fingering you. You had to stop him before it got out of hand. You guys got of the shower, put on your sleeping wear and went to bed.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 28
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Matt - December 2022
The next couple of weeks fly by. The biggest highlight is the most recent PLE, NXT Deadline, where I won the Men’s Iron Survivor Challenge to become the number one contender for the NXT Championship. It’s a massive opportunity that I’m incredibly grateful for, and I know I need to step up to the plate to impress people.
“You already impress me,” Olivia said when I told her this during a phone call after my match. “I’m so proud of you for getting this opportunity, and I’m gonna continue to be proud of you whether you win or lose.”
My heart swelled to match the size of my wide smile. “Thank you, baby. I’m so glad I have you in my corner.”
“I may make fun of Grayson Waller and silently wish for his downfall, but I would never do that to Matthew Farrelly.”
“You better keep doing that,” I insisted in between a light-hearted chuckle. “Who else is gonna give me a hard time the same way that you do?”
No one is funnier than me, not even you,” Olivia deadpanned.
I laughed and shook my head. I wasn’t about to admit it, but she’s right.
Almost two weeks later, we make the long journey from Orlando, Florida to Sydney, Australia. It takes two long flights that add up to over 25 hours of traveling. It’s a long, tiring trip that will be well worth it.
During both flights, I wait until Olivia falls asleep in her seat to begin reading her second book. The handwritten message and autograph she left in the opening page makes me smile before I finally dive in. I manage to read a third of her novel whenever she’s asleep. I don’t want her to know I’m reading it and make her super nervous about whether or not I like it.
We arrive in Sydney on Thursday just after nine AM. Once we collect our luggage and get through customs, we rent a car to grab some much-needed food.
“So, what days do you have to film stuff for NXT?” Olivia asks as we sit in a fairly crowded diner.
“Most of it will happen today and tomorrow,” I answer. “They want to film me at my old stomping grounds, and then I need to film a promo. I’m sure we’ll film other stuff too, but those are the biggest things.”
As much as I wish this was just a vacation, it’s also a work trip. NXT wants me to film some content to hype up my NXT Championship title match, which is happening next month at New Year’s Evil against Bron Breakker. They had the bright idea to film me in Sydney to show where I come from and hype me up. While I have no problem with it and think it will turn out cool, a bigger part of me would prefer to spend all my time showing Olivia around my hometown and have her meet my family.
“It doesn’t bother me at all,” she said when I had explained this to her. It was the morning after she had invited me to her place to cook me dinner. “I won’t die if we don’t spend every waking moment together.”
“Yeah, well, I might,” I grumbled.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Trust me, you’ll live.”
I knew she was right at the time, and I still know that now. Yet guilt continues to nag me, even in this very moment. I would rather this be a fun vacation, especially since I can’t forget Olivia’s past comment about not usually having plans around Christmas time.
“We’re not filming today until mid-afternoon,” I add after swallowing a bite of vegemite toast. “The crew needs some time to get in and set things up. That means you have me all to yourself until then.”
Olivia grins. “I like the sounds of that.”
After breakfast, we explore some Christmas markets deep in the city. We take our time exploring the vendors under the hot Sydney sun. We grab meat pies for lunch from one of the vendors, which I insist on after Olivia confesses she has never had one before.
“So, you eat it with ketchup?” she asks as she tears open the small packet of sauce.
“It’s tomato sauce, not ketchup,” I say.
Olivia shrugs. “To-may-to, to-ma-to.”
A curse nearly slips out of me. “Seriously? Taste it, and then tell me it’s the same as ketchup.”
Once she tastes her meat pie, she smirks. “Alright, I stand corrected. And this is delish!”
“I’m glad you admitted your mistake.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
When we can finally drive to our hotel to check in later that afternoon, Olivia is the one who plugs in the directions on our rental car’s navigation. I don’t realize what hotel it is until my eyes catch sight of a fancy building that sits a stone’s throw away from the Sydney Opera House.
“Olivia, you didn’t.”
Olivia purses her lips while fighting a smirk off her face.
Despite my newfound apprehension, I pull into the Park Hyatt Sydney parking lot. Once I find a parking space and kill the engine, my head whips over to her.
“Told you to consider this as my Christmas gift to you,” she says.
I sit back in my seat. “Baby…you didn’t have to spend so much on our hotel room. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, but…” I trail off in disbelief.
Olivia waves off my words. “I wanna spoil you! You deserve it for getting this incredible title opportunity, and for how sweet you’ve been to me. And I think it suits a future NXT Champion, don’t you agree?”
I find myself smiling as my heart tightens in my chest. “Thank you, baby.”
We check into a lavish room with a stunning view of the Sydney Harbour. The king-sized cream bed takes up a sizable amount of real estate. There’s a fair-sized black flat-screen TV sitting across from it on a wooden dresser. By the large window is a beige love seat, as well as a wooden dining table with beige chairs. There’s a closed-in balcony with comfy beige chairs sitting inside. It all looks and feels expensive.
I head inside the bathroom to drop off my toiletries, only to stop dead in my tracks to take in my surroundings. The bathroom is also lavish, complete with white marble countertops, double sinks to match, a giant rectangle mirror, and dark cherry wood cabinets. There’s also an oval-shaped white marble bath tub that could easily fit two or three people. A spotless glass shower with a rainfall shower head completes the picture of a luxurious bathroom that would fit perfectly inside the mansion of an A-List celebrity.
I'm not in the right tax bracket to stay in this hotel room.
Once I finish organizing my stuff in the bathroom, I exit in a slightly stunned state.
“For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t normally stay in such a fancy hotel while traveling,” Olivia pipes up. “I just wanted to splurge on my man for a change.”
My gaze snaps over to my girlfriend, who’s emptying some of her clothes into the dresser. I can hear blood rushing in my ears as the implications of this grand gesture hit me all at once.
“You really did this for me?”
Olivia looks up, and then strolls over to hug me. “You have no idea how much being here with you means to me, Matt.”
Now it all makes sense. This isn’t just about celebrating my title opportunity, or her showing her appreciation for me just because.
She’s showing her appreciation of me wanting to make better Christmas memories for her.
I return the hug, making sure to hold her tight. Tears spring to my eyes, but I manage to blink them away before she pulls away to smile at me.
“Thank you,” I manage despite my throat feeling thick.
“No, thank you,” Olivia replies.
***
I spend most of the next morning filming for NXT, getting footage we weren’t able to get yesterday. This includes one instance where I get some shots of me at Bondi Beach before Olivia shows up after we wrap to join me in enjoying the sun and surf. It’s annoying having to work during what should be a nice Christmas trip with my girlfriend. Yet she doesn’t complain or seem put out from having to deal with this.
“It’s okay, Matt,” she says once we find a shady spot away from the insanely crowded beach. “If I’m gonna be alone, at least I’m alone in a beautiful city. Besides, I’ve been keeping busy while you’re working.”
“Oh, yeah? What ‘cha been up to?” I prod.
Olivia stretches her arms over her head and rolls her shoulders. “Well, I took a stroll around the Sydney Harbour to check out the area- mostly some nearby stores and a cute little coffee shop. I don’t want to wander off too far, since it’s my first time in Sydney. But it’s been nice to get outside and enjoy the summer weather.”
I nod while my eyes drink in her appearance. She’s wearing an emerald green halter bikini that shows off her petite, slim figure perfectly. I spy the large sunflower tattoo on her left knee that I’ve grown to be familiar with, as well as various quotes and smaller tattoos scattered about both her arms.
“You should take a photo, it’ll last longer.”
I blink hard to find Olivia smirking and shaking her head. My cheeks flush as she adjusts her bikini bottoms. My cock twitches at the sight, so I look away to chill out. I refuse to embarrass myself on this beach with a raging hard-on.
“We’re going to your mother’s place this evening, right?”
The innocent question stops more dirty thoughts from brewing in my head. “Yeah, I told Mum we’d be there by five. Are you nervous to meet her?”
“Oh, for sure,” Olivia says, her eyes dropping to her exposed prosthetic leg. She crosses her other leg over it, as if she’s trying to hide the former. “Does she know about my leg?”
I shake my head. “I know she’s not gonna have a problem with it, though.”
Olivia bites her lower lip. “And if she does?”
My gaze hardens. “And if she does…then that’s her problem, not yours. I seriously doubt that that’s gonna happen, though. So, please don’t feel like you have to hide your leg from my mum.”
Despite my reassurance, Olivia doesn’t appear convinced. I reach over and grab her hand to give it a squeeze.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
“You sound really sure about that.”
“Because I am.”
Olivia inches over to me and rests her head on my arm. I tune out the bustling beach as I kiss her temple.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll tell you that as many times as I have to so you believe me.”
I watch Olivia blush and press her lips into a thin line. She then snickers while shaking her head again. “You really are something else.”
“So are you,” I remark before kissing her temple a second time.
My eyes drop to this beautiful woman, curled up into my side. Her long, red hair is in messy waves while the large pair of black sunglasses she’s wearing take up a good portion of her face. Her body feels hot, likely due to a combination of the summer heat and my recent compliments.
I’m not about to say anything, but I had spotted a few beach goers openly stare at Olivia as she strolled through the burning hot sand. She had smiled upon seeing me, picking up the pace to get to me quicker. While I couldn’t see her eyes due to her sunglasses, her energy had felt a bit off upon her arrival. I’m sure she noticed, if not sensed multiple prying eyes on her just because of her prosthetic leg.
My heart sinks just thinking this. I don’t even think twice about Olivia having a prosthetic leg- it’s a part of her just as much as the freckles on her skin. It doesn’t make her less beautiful to me. Yet while I don’t think twice about it, I’m sure she does. It wouldn’t surprise me if it’s something that’s at the forefront of her mind more often than not.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I repeat in a low voice.
Olivia hums in acknowledgement.
“You’re the most beautiful woman on this damn beach,” I add, my tone taking a husky turn. “It’s taking everything in me to not rip this bikini off in front of all these people. The other guys here wish they had a girlfriend as hot as you.”
Olivia’s body shakes with laughter. “If you make a scene, I’ll kick your ass.”
I chuckle and kiss her head. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave myself.”
Olivia looks up and tilts her sunglasses so I can see her light green eyes. “Thank you. Although I must admit…flattery will get you somewhere with me.”
“Good to know,” I say.
We enjoy the beach for most of the afternoon before we have to return to our hotel room to get ready for dinner. I change into a light blue button-up T-shirt, white distressed skinny jeans, and brown sandals. I sit on the bed and wait for Olivia to emerge from the bathroom, killing time by playing on my phone.
My gaze snaps up when I hear the bathroom door open. I barely finish shoving my phone into my pocket when I catch sight of Olivia. She’s wearing a white romper with a pink floral pattern, and a pair of white flat sandals. Her hair is in a braid that hangs down her back.
“Is this okay? If you don’t think it’s appropriate, I can change.”
I smile wide as I make my way over to her. She tilts her head to look me in the eye.
“You look perfect,” I say.
“Oh, thank God,” Olivia replies in between a sigh of relief. “I wasn’t sure about my outfit.”
“Do you feel beautiful?”
Olivia frowns.
“Do you feel beautiful?” I ask again. “With what you’re wearing, I mean.”
“Yeah, I do,” Olivia answers.
“Then you should wear it,” I say. “I think you look beautiful, and so do you.”
Olivia blushes as I kiss the side of her head. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
The new pet name tugs at my heart strings. I take her hand in mind and we head out to make the drive to Mum’s.
After a brief drive, we make it to Mum’s quaint suburban home. It takes a couple of minutes for her to answer the door.
“Hello, sweetie!” she exclaims before enveloping me in a massive hug.
“Hi, Mum!” I reply. As soon as the hug ends, I look over at my girlfriend.
“Hi, I’m Olivia Parker,” Olivia greets, extending her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s so nice to meet you too!” Mum says, her smile reaching ear to ear as the two shake hands.
Once inside my childhood home, we follow Mum into the living room. It hasn’t changed at all since I moved to the United States nearly two years ago. The walls are covered in loud floral wallpaper, and the furniture is the same brown comfy sofa and love seat set I remembered. The TV is on a black stand while a square black coffee table sits nearby. The maple laminate flooring feels cool on my bare feet as I walk over to the sofa to take a seat. While the living room is modest and a little messy, it feels so much like home that it takes my breath away.
Mum excuses herself to grab water. Olivia sits beside me and nudges me with her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
“It’s my first time home since signing with WWE, so…it’s a lot,” I explain.
Olivia nods as she grabs my hand and places a tender kiss on the palm. I grin at the loving gesture.
Mum returns minutes later, causing Olivia to sit up straighter. She places both her hands in her lap as she thanks Mum for the hospitality.
“You have a lovely home,” she adds.
“Oh, thank you,” Mum replies. She pauses to sit in the love seat. “So, Matt has told me so much about you.”
Olivia briefly glances at me with a newfound smirk. “Oh, yeah? Good things, I hope.”
“Only good things,” I chime in.
Mum snickers. “Yes, only good things. He also told me how wonderfully he thinks of you, even though you two hadn’t bloody met yet!”
My cheeks burn at the memory.
“Yeah, it took a while for that to happen,” Olivia remarks with an apologetic laugh. “To be fair, I wasn’t the first one who suggested that we finally meet- Matt did.”
“He did mention that,” Mum says, briefly shifting her gaze to me before focusing back on Olivia. “About time, too!”
“Hey, better late than never,” Olivia replies.
“So,” Mum begins, “I see that you’re American. Where exactly are you from?”
“Long Beach, California. It’s about half an hour or so from LA. I’ve lived in Orlando, Florida for over ten years now.”
“You two live in the same city, then?”
“That’s correct,” I pipe up. “So, we get to see each other quite a bit.”
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Mum says. “Do your parents still live in California?”
My heart drops to my stomach like a lead balloon. I hadn’t told Mum that Olivia’s parents are dead because it didn’t feel like my story to tell. Now I’m wishing I had so that this didn’t happen. I’m about to try and change the subject, but Olivia speaks before I can get a word in.
“No, unfortunately, they passed away several years ago.”
Mum gasps and places one hand over her chest. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I had no idea”
“Thank you, and it’s okay that you didn’t know,” Olivia says. Her smile has dimmed, though only just. “I’m really happy to be here and to finally meet you. Matt has been so good to me, even before we met in-person. And seeing how kind you are now, it’s not hard to figure out why.”
My jaw drops at her words. She doesn’t appear to be upset or annoyed by Mum’s remark. She even turned it around to give Mum such a huge compliment.
“Oh, sweetie, you’re way too kind! Matt’s a great lad.”
Olivia nods. “He’s alright, except when he’s making fun of me for being a Swiftie.”
This joke allows me to relax after what could have been an upsetting moment. I roll my eyes at my girlfriend’s words.
“Hey, I have good taste in music!” she argues.
“Sure you do,” I counter.
Mum laughs at our playful banter. “If he gives you a hard time, you have my permission to give him what for.”
“Duly noted,” Olivia says with a giggle.
I shake my head with a scowl. The two of them are getting along great, except they’re doing so at my expense. While it isn’t what I had in mind, I’m glad they’re hitting it off really well.
“So, what do you do for work?” Mum asks.
“I’m an author,” Olivia answers. “I published my first book this past summer, and my next book is set to come out next July.”
“Her first book was amazing,” I chime in.
Mum nods. “Didn’t you used to be in WWE?”
“Yeah, I’m signed on under a Legends contract,” Olivia reveals. “That’s just the term they use for it. I had to step away in November of 2020 after I was in a really bad car accident.”
She pulls up the leg of her jumpsuit just enough to show more of her prosthetic leg. Mum gasps and covers her mouth with one hand.
“Oh my gosh, you’ve been put through the bloody ringer,” she says, her Australian accent thicker than usual. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m feeling a lot better,” Olivia replies, her voice light as she sits back up. “I was banged up pretty badly and haven’t wrestled since. It sucks, but my day-to-day life is good. Even when I’m struggling with chronic pain, Matt knows how to cheer me up.”
I grin upon hearing my name. “You’re amazing, baby.”
Olivia’s smile brightens as we lock eyes. “As are you.”
She leans into my chest while I kiss her head. Even though Mum is watching, I can’t help it. I could practically burst with pride over how well Olivia has overcome everything she has been through.
“You’re a tough one,” Mum remarks as she smoothes down her greying hair.
“Oh, thanks,” Olivia says with a shy laugh.
The rest of the evening goes well, much to my relief. Mum makes spaghetti and meatballs, which we enjoy in between more chatter. She shares some funny stories from my childhood that make me blush violently. Olivia laughs in response and shares some stories of her own to make things even. It’s an enjoyable dinner that doesn’t hold any of the awkwardness from earlier.
About an hour after dinner ends, Olivia and I get ready to leave. She excuses herself to use the washroom first. I watch her head that way in a slight trance.
“You like her a lot.”
I swing my head over to Mum. She’s smirking with her hands on her hips.
“Of course I do,” I say without thinking twice. “I’m glad you two hit it off so well too.”
“It wasn’t hard,” Mum replies. “She’s a sweet woman, works hard, and is really funny.”
“She’s definitely all those things,” I remark with a chuckle.
Mum narrows her eyes at me. “This sounds pretty serious.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” I retort. “We’ve only been together for a couple of months.”
“It still looks pretty serious to me,” Mum says. “You both really care about each other. You were especially invested in what Olivia was saying.”
“I like hearing what she has to say.”
“Sure, but I’ve never seen you look at a girl the way you looked at her while she spoke. You looked so happy and in love.”
I immediately bristle at the latter suggestion. “Mum!”
“What?”
I swiftly look around to check that Olivia isn’t returning from the bathroom yet. “I told you, we’ve only been together for a couple of months. We’ve only known each other in-person for that long too!” I whisper.
“And you two talked for how long before that?” Mum asks.
“Almost a year.”
“Right- almost a year. That’s quite a long time, sweetie. You two have known each other longer than you think. It might not have been in-person, but it still counts. I think it does, anyway.”
Before I can respond, we hear footsteps coming from the washroom. I paint on a smile the second I spot Olivia.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Nah, you’re good,” I say.
I hug Mum goodbye, and Olivia does the same.
“Please keep an eye on my son,” Mum says.
Olivia nods and squeezes her shoulders gently. “I promise.”
“I really like you,” Mum continues. She then glances at me. “You be nice to her, okay?”
“I’m always nice!” I exclaim.
Mum ignores my outburst and flashes Olivia a kind smile. “Drive safe, you two.”
Once Olivia and I are in the car and begin driving back to our hotel, I reach across the console to touch her thigh. My mind drifts back to Mum bringing up Olivia’s parents, which makes my pulse buzzes in my neck.
“Hey.”
Olivia looks away from her window to stare back at me. “Hey.”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell my mum about your parents. I just didn’t think it was my place to tell Mum something so personal about you. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that she would ask about them. I feel like an idiot for putting you in that position.” My pulse feels like a ticking time bomb the more I ramble.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” I insist. “I should’ve-”
Olivia grabs my hand. “Matt, you are fine. I figured something like that would happen. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with that awkward exchange while meeting my boyfriend’s parents. And honestly? I wanted to tell your mum myself. Because you’re right- it isn’t your place to tell her.”
I bite my lip, confident that she’s incensed by my lapse in judgement. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
My heart rate settles down when I steal a glance at Olivia’s face. Her smile is soft and her eyes appear to twinkle. Still, guilt continues to gnaw away at my stomach.
“Please promise that you’ll stop feeling bad about this.”
I bite my lip. “I’m trying.”
“Look,” Olivia starts, “I’m not the kind of woman who’s gonna say I’m fine when I’m not. I used to do that for years, but I’m too old to keep doing that shit. If I’m upset or angry with you, I’ll let you know. I don’t want you wondering if I’m upset. All I ask is that you’re just as upfront with me if I upset you.”
Once I brake at a red light, I look back at her. “That’s fair. I meant it when I said that I’m an honest guy, and that includes being honest about my feelings. I’m not gonna punch a hole in a wall if I’m mad.”
“You only do that when I play Taylor Swift,” Olivia teases.
I snicker as I look back at the road. “Nah, I’ll just bitch about it instead.”
“Ahh, gotcha.”
We laugh and continue our drive to the hotel. Once we make it back, we get comfy and decide to sit on the balcony to enjoy the summer evening air. We each sit in a chair to watch boats go about their business on the calm waters of the Sydney Harbour. The sky holds shades of burnt orange and indigo, accompanied with plenty of white clouds as the sun begins to set.
I tear my gaze away from the gorgeous sight to watch Olivia, who’s too absorbed by the skyline to catch me staring. She’s curled up in her chair, wearing black pajama shorts and an oversized red graphic sweatshirt. Her light green eyes stay transfixed on the sunset.
My mind drifts back to Mum’s comments about how happy and in love I appear to be. While I won’t deny how happy I am with Olivia, I’m unwilling to agree with Mum’s latter observation. Yes, my feelings for Olivia are quite strong; I won’t deny that. But am I really in love with her? Or is Mum seeing something that isn’t there?
“Enjoying your view?”
I give my head a shake, only to find Olivia staring at me with a playful smirk.
“Yeah, of course,” I say, quickly running a hand through my hair. “How could I not?”
Olivia snickers while shaking her head. “You really are unreal.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I guess not.”
I sit up and open my arms up. “Come sit on my lap.”
“Really?”
“Only if you want to.”
Olivia considers my suggestion for a second before getting up to taking me up on my offer. She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my chest. I hold her tight to keep her in place. I kiss the top of her head before resting my chin there.
“Comfy?” I ask.
“Very, thanks,” Olivia replies.
Musings about my feelings for her can wait. For now, I want to enjoy the Sydney sunset with this amazing woman in my arms.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 27
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - December 2022
The next few weeks go by in a flash. Our dinner date goes well, with us chatting and laughing in a crowded diner until an hour before closing time. The night ends with a goodnight kiss and a promise to chat again soon. I consider asking him to come over to my place, but abruptly change my mind. As much as I enjoy spending time with Matt, I don’t want to come off as needy. Besides, I like to be alone.
Thanksgiving is an uneventful affair. I end up doing nothing at home while Matt has to work a few NXT house shows in the following days after. He’s apologetic for not being able to spend time with me despite my insistence that it’s no big deal. I don’t mention that I’ve spent Thanksgiving alone for years because I know it will only add to his guilt. So, I work on some much-needed edits, and do some marketing for my second book. This includes creating social media posts and setting up a couple of interviews to discuss its July release.
December arrives, along with cooler temperatures and shorter days. On the first Monday afternoon of the month, I’m about to head upstairs to my office when I get a knock on my door. I open it to find a large cardboard box being delivered to me by UPS. It only takes a split second for me to guess what’s inside.
Sure enough, I open it to find many hardcover copies of my second novel, Bad Omen. I squeal as I quickly shuffle through the contents. I can’t help but jump up and down while clapping my hands like I’ve just won a prize. These specific copies are just a fraction of what I had asked my publisher to set aside to sign and send to my friends.
After racing upstairs to grab a red Sharpie, I return to the living room to set the box of books on the ground. I’m about to start signing them when I get an idea.
Olivia: Hypothetical question- If I were to give you a signed copy of my second book, would you like me to address it to Grayson or Matt?
I only have to wait a few minutes for a response.
Matt: Grayson, only so I can brag about it online. If that’s okay with you, of course.
I burst into a fit of laughter as I type my reply.
Olivia: I should’ve expected that answer lol. Thank you, gotta go sign a ton of books now k byeeeeeeeeee!!!
Once I set my phone down, I think long and hard about what personalized message I want to leave when I sign Matt’s copy. While a few people in our respective inner circles know about our relationship, the public hasn’t. More importantly, I have no clue if NXT management is in the know. Outing our relatively new relationship online would be a bad idea right now.
With that in mind, I know the message I include needs to not make it super obvious that we’re a couple. But I still want it to be sweet with a splash of humour.
I finally settle on the perfect thing to write.
Dear Grayson,
Thank you for your support! Hope you think this one is just as good as my first book.
All my love,
Olivia
Satisfied, I set this copy on my counter to keep it safe so I can continue to sign the remaining copies. I cross off names from the Notes app on my phone as I go. I take extra care to make sure nothing is mispelled, or that my handwriting isn’t too messy for anyone to decipher.
It takes about over an hour to finish signing dozens upon dozens of books. I make a note in my phone to get them sent out to people before another box arrives. If one is here now, the next one is likely to come sooner rather than later.
Once I finish tidying up, I get up and grab Matt’s copy of Bad Omen. The cover has a wooden office table with a scrap of paper that has illegible scribbles on it. In the background is the silhouette of a woman standing by the office door in the dark. The title and my name are emblazoned in large white lettering to pop against the dark grey and black shades of the book’s cover.
I set the book down to check my phone. My grin evolves into a smile when I see Matt’s latest text.
Matt: I wanna buy it so I can support you, so don’t worry about it.
Olivia: Too late, I already signed a copy just for you! But I appreciate the thought. So…when do you want it?
Matt’s reply comes just one minute later.
Matt: You’re gonna hand deliver it?
Olivia: Would you rather I mail it to you?
Matt: lol no
I laugh, only to stop when a new idea pops into my head. It’s an idea that makes my face hot and sends a shudder up my spine.
Olivia: Would you like to come over this evening? I can cook you dinner.
Matt: I’d like that.
Olivia: Perfect! And you can bring Gary and stay the night, if you wish.
Matt: That all works for me! I’ll be there by 5?
Olivia: Sounds good. Just one thing- please don’t bring dessert.
Matt: Sure, but why not?
Olivia: Because I’m dessert
I send a wink emoji a second later before setting my phone down to exhale loudly.
Up until this point, all the flirting between Matt and I has been more humorous than sexual. I don’t know if Matt is holding back because he doesn’t think I will react well to it. He has been such a gentleman since we started talking, and that has continued after meeting in-person. Sure, he has called me beautiful and other similar compliments on more than one occasion. Yet his flirting hasn’t turned inappropriate.
I don’t mind the kind compliments- they always leave me feeling warm and fuzzy all over. But recently, I have been yearning for things to take a turn for the sexual. The stress of wanting to divulge my mental health struggles to Matt has pushed that to the back burner for far too long. I will share that with him at some point- just not today.
Right now, I need to focus on bringing more romance into this relationship.
***
I’m standing at my kitchen stove when I suddenly hear my front door open. I quickly wipe my hands on a hand towel before hustling to the entrance. My face breaks out into a big smile when I see Matt entering with Gary in one hand, and an overnight bag in the other.
“Hey, you two!” I exclaim.
Gary’s paws barely touch the floor before he sprints over to me. He jumps on me to get my attention, only making me laugh. I lean down to pet him.
“I see you, I see you,” I remark in between giggles. “I haven’t forgotten about you, don’t worry.”
“What about me?” Matt asks as he sets his overnight bag down on the ground.
I stand back up with narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry, who the fuck are you again?”
Matt scoffs. “Hey, I thought you were nice!”
“Only when I wanna be,” I tease as I stroll over to lock the door and give Matt a hug. I inhale his musky cologne and smile wider. When I pull away, I catch a glimpse at his intense stare.
“You look beautiful.”
My face flushes as I glance down at my outfit- a bright red cropped tank top with lace trim and black jeans.
“I’m so happy to see you,” Matt pipes up before kissing me.
“Me too,” I say. I drink in his appearance- a sky blue long-sleeved button-up shirt, light blue ripped skinny jeans, and black running shoes. “You look really handsome.”
“Thank you,” Matt replies. “So, what’cha makin’?”
I grab his hand and hurriedly lead him into the kitchen. He hops up on one of the stools at the breakfast bar while I return to my cooking.
“Pasta carbonara,” I answer as I stir the steaming pan in front of me. “I even made the pasta from scratch. It’s my favourite meal to make ‘cause it looks and sounds fancy, but it’s actually really easy to make.”
Matt eyes my cooking. “It smells amazing.”
I close my eyes to bask in the scents of bacon, cheese, and pasta. “Thanks! And it’s almost ready too.”
A few minutes later, dinner is served. While the dogs eat their meals in the kitchen, Matt and I sit across from each other in my dining room. The rectangle dining table and upright chairs are white with black trim, sat on hardwood flooring. The walls are adorned with the same white-and-gold pinstripe wallpaper that covers my kitchen, save for one wall, which is painted metallic gold. On that wall is a large rectangular painting of the ocean on a sunny day, which sits in a white frame. A small, gold crystal chandelier hangs above us to illuminate the room. In one corner of the room sits a sizable snake plate in a white pot.
“This is delicious,” Matt says after tasting his food.
“Thank you,” I reply with a small smile. “I’m glad someone else appreciates my cooking.”
While eating, we make idle chit-chat about what we have been up to recently.
“Do you mind if I run something by you?” Matt suddenly asks.
I glance up from my plate. “I never mind you doing that.”
“So…I want you to meet my family.”
I set my fork down with raised eyebrows. “Oh?”
Matt lets out a nervous chuckle. “NXT wants me to fly out to Australia to film some stuff for the show. While I’m there, I wanna visit my Mum and extended family. I’d really like you to come with me.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to conceal my anxiousness. I resume eating even though my stomach is now doing somersaults.
“It’s a big thing to do so early in our relationship, I know,” Matt adds. “I’m only suggesting it because I want to visit my family for the holidays. I haven’t actually seen them since moving to America. And If I don’t go while I’m off, then I have no clue when my next chance will be.”
“No, that makes sense,” I say slowly. “Do they know about me? Besides your mum, I mean.”
Matt shrugs. “I haven’t said anything, but my Mum might have. I’m not sure.”
I nod. “Do you think they’ll all like me?”
“Oh, for sure,” Matt says, his voice confident. “You’re kind, caring, beautiful, strong, funny, and smart. What’s not to like?”
My face is beet red by the time he finishes listing off all those compliments. I clear my throat and take a sip of water.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I say with a silly smile on my face. “So…are you formally inviting me to come to Australia with you?”
Matt chuckles. “I am.”
My smile grows to be ear to ear. “Well then, I would love to. Thank you for the invitation.”
“I’ll pay for your flight and hotel.”
I frown. “No, I can pay-”
“No, I insist,” Matt says in a firm tone. “Think of it as my Christmas gift to you.”
My frown deepens. “But that’s so expensive, and I don’t wanna put you out.”
Matt smirks. “You’re not, I promise.”
“At least let me pay for the hotel. I can’t ask you to pay for everything. That’s my Christmas gift to you!” I argue, crossing my arms over my chest with my own smirk.
Realizing that I’m not budging on the matter, Matt snickers. “Alright, deal.”
I make a mental note to find a really nice hotel for our trip. I want to spoil him as a thank you for bringing me along.
We finish our meal a few minutes later. Afterwards, we throw on our jackets to take the dogs out for a long walk. We stroll through the chilly Florida evening while our leashed dogs race ahead. Despite it being cold out, my whole body feels warm from walking alongside Matt. We chat about how we’re eager to go to Australia to enjoy a taste of summer.
“I know my offer was kinda sudden,” Matt says, “so I really appreciate you agreeing to come.”
“Oh, it’s no big deal,” I reply. “I really appreciate you suggesting it! Besides, it’s not like I had anything planned around Christmas.”
Silence falls between us, and I mentally berate myself. Why did I have to go and dampen what has been such a nice evening?
“Sorry, I-”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Matt says while threading his empty hand with mine. “I’m just glad I can give you good memories this Christmas.”
My throat becomes thick. I glance over to find him smiling at me.
“Me too,” I croak out, praying that I don’t come off too emotional.
Matt kisses my head. “You deserve it.”
Somehow, I choke down tears that are building up. I mutter a small “thank you” before focusing back on the dogs.
An hour or so later, we’re back at my house. The dogs amble over to Ash’s dog bed to collapse into an exhausted heap.
“Before I forget,” I say, “I have your signed copy of Bad Omen here for you.”
I grab the book, which I had set aside from the other copies that are still sitting in the box they came in.
“I really want you to have it,” I add.
Matt takes it from me with a big smile on his face. “Thank you.I can’t wait to read it.”
I return his smile. “Me too. I hope you like it.”
“Oh, I know I will,” Matt says as he tucks it into his overnight bag for safekeeping.
Once he takes care of that, I grab his hand and rub his knuckles with my thumb. Our eyes don’t leave each other.
“Did I already tell you that you look beautiful?” Matt asks.
I pretend to think. “If you did, I don’t remember.”
“Well, you are.”
“Why, thank you,” I say while giggling.
Matt closes the gap between us to kiss my lips. His arms wrap around my hips as I deepen the kiss.
“Do you want your dessert now?” I ask in a low voice.
“Yes, please,” Matt says breathlessly.
I get out of his embrace to grab his hand so we can hurry upstairs. We burst into my bedroom, with Matt slamming the door with force. He’s about to pounce on me when I put my hands up to stop him.
“Sorry, I just have to say- please don’t slam my back into the wall or anything. I think my back is fine, but-”
Matt kisses my forehead. “That’s okay, you don’t need to explain yourself.”
I nod before we resume making out like nothing happened. Matt picks me up, so I wrap my legs around him tightly. His hands cup my ass to keep me in place.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting you to do that for way too long,” he remarks, his voice low and husky in my ear.
A shiver goes up my spine. My arms remain locked on his chest as I crash my lips onto his again.
Matt pulls his mouth away so he can leave kisses and nips along my neck. I moan in response as heat pools inside my stomach. My thighs begin to ache at the thought of him being inside me. But I know I have to pace myself. I don’t want to rush this whatsoever. I want to savour this and take our time, even though a part of me wants him to fuck me senseless.
“Would you like me to get on my knees?” I whisper. “I wanna taste you so bad.”
I hear Matt groan softly. “Fuck, yes.”
I untangle my body from his. Before I can do anything else, Matt tugs on the hem of my cropped tank top.
“May I?”
“You may.”
He pulls my shirt off over my head, revealing a lacey red bra.I return the favour by hastily unbuttoning Matt’s shirt and throwing it off his body.
“God, you’re so hot,” I say while trailing one hand down his chest and stomach.
“So you’ve said,” Matt teases.
I roll my eyes. “Hey, I only speak the truth.”
Finally, I drop to my knees and press my hand to his groin. I can already feel how hard he is through his pants.
“Quit teasing me,” he snarls.
Smirking, I drag his fly down and unbutton his jeans at a snail’s pace to torture him just a little longer. Then I rip his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in a flash. I wet my hand with my tongue and begin stroking his length slowly. After doing this for a couple of minutes, I take the tip of his cock into my watering mouth. Hearing Matt groan and curse encourages me to take more of him into my mouth. My tongue explores his length while the scent of precum hits my nostrils.
Matt uses his hands to hold my long hair back so it doesn’t fall in front of my face. He holds me in place, his grip firm yet gentle. I look up for a moment with a bemused smirk.
“Don’t stop,” Matt moans.
My mouth and hand work faster on his cock. I take his entire length in my mouth, somehow managing to not gag. I don’t let up as I keep bobbing my head up and down. My hand squeezes around the base of his cock while my small moan escapes my mouth.
When I pull away to get some air, Matt rests one hand on my cheek. I look back at him, my smirk wide.
“You wanna taste me, don’t you?” I tease.
“So fucking bad.”
“I’d like that.”
Matt helps me to my feet before kissing my lips hard. He picks me up again and lays me on my unmade bed. My hair fans out on the covers as he makes quick work of getting my jeans off.
I watch as Matt looks at where my real right leg ends and my prosthetic leg begins. My previous arousal begins to fade.
Is this the part where he gets weirded out? Is this where he decides he can’t look past this and ends things?
His gaze locks onto mine, forcing me to put on a calm demeanour. He kisses me and rests his forehead on mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “Can I continue?”
I nod. “Please.”
He kisses me again, killing off my nerves in an instant. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with ease. Once I work my hands out of the straps, he tosses it somewhere in the room without a second glance. His warm hands trace my small breasts and erect nipples. Small gasps escape me at his touch.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Matt remarks.
He leaves more kisses and small nips on my neck, and then his lips travel down my chest. He takes one breast into my mouth to kiss and suck it before doing the same to the other breast. I moan softly in response, my breath growing shaky as more heat grows in my belly. A curse tumbles out of my mouth as he leaves more kisses down my stomach.
Once he rips my red panties off, he looks back at me.
“May I?”
“Please, Matt. Please, I need this.”
Matt sideeyes me. “Are you sure you want this?”
I shoot him a death glare. “Fuck, I’m sure. It’s been so long. I need this. I need you.”
With that, Matt inserts one finger inside me. I cry out the second his tongue swipes at my clit. His mouth then works my pussy as another finger enters me. My hands grip the duvet when Matt increases the speed and inserts a third finger. He keeps working his fingers inside me feverishly. His tongue swirls in and out of my pussy, pausing only to graze over my clit again and again. My stomach tightens as goosebumps prickle my skin.
“Fuck, please don’t stop,” I whine.
Matt doesn’t let up. His fingers and tongue work overtime to bring me to a higher place. My moans grow louder and I grip the duvet for dear life.
“Oh, fuck!”
My climax crashes into me a minute later like a ferocious ocean wave. So many sensations are hitting me all at once, overwhelming me to the point that I have to shut my eyes. If I didn’t know better, I would think my heart is about to explode out of my chest.
I have no clue how long it takes for my heart rate and breathing to calm down. I only return to reality when I feel Matt kiss my lips gently. I can taste myself on his tongue.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I answer, my voice breathy. “Your mouth is amazing.”
Matt smirks and laughs. “And you taste so fucking good.”
I laugh as well right as he kisses me again.
“You took that so well,” Matt says. “You did so good, baby.”
My cheeks heat up at the new pet name. “Please fuck me, Matt. I need it so, so bad. It’s been way too long.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“I have an IUD, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in…well, let’s just say it’s been more than a minute.”
Matt doesn’t bristle at my remark. “Do you want me to use a condom? I’m clean, but if you would prefer…”
I smile at how considerate he’s trying to be. “No, it’s okay. I trust you. I don’t mind if you come inside me.”
At this, Matt smiles and kisses my forehead. “Good. I’ve got you, Olivia.”
My eyes close just as his cock enters me with care. A strangle moan escapes my throat as I try to adjust to this new sensation.
“Shh…I’ve got you,” Matt repeats. He kisses my forehead again and keeps still.
After a moment, I nod at him to continue. He thrusts slowly, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I breathe out a moan. Matt brings his mouth close to my ear.
“You’re taking me so well,” he breathes.
“Fuck me harder,” I whine. “Please.”
Matt takes this as his permission to quicken his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping and my moans are all I can hear.
“You’re so good to me,” Matt mutters. “You’re such a good girl.”
Something about his words makes my body tingle all over. I find myself grinning like a lunatic while moaning louder.
I can feel Matt kiss my breasts before attacking my neck. I cry out at his teeth grazing my delicate skin. He leaves more kisses to soothe any love bites.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.
“You can take it,” Matt insists. “I know you can take it, baby.”
He kisses my lips hungrily before pulling away. He keeps thrusting with reckless abandon, which only tightens the growing bundle of nerves in my stomach.
Needing to chase my release, I clumsily bring my hand to my clit. But I don’t even get to start touching myself when Matt swats it away.
“Hey!” I whine.
Before I can try to get myself off again, he uses his thumb to circle my clit. My mind goes blank at the nerves tightening even more. He doesn’t stop thrusting the whole time.
“I told you, I’ve got you,” Matt growls.
I barely register his words because I can feel myself becoming untethered. The muscle spasms from before are back in full force and I cry out louder than I have all night.
“Come for me, baby,” Matt orders.
That command tips me over the edge. My nerves snap, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I come. My entire body feels so hot that, if I didn’t know any better, I would think I’ve been set on fire. My legs shake and I cling to the duvet so tightly that I might rip it apart.
As I’m trying to come back down to Earth, I hear Matt grunt like an animal. He stops mid-thrust and comes with a groan.
We stay like this for a few minutes, with me lying on the bed while Matt is still inside me. Our laboured breathing is all I can hear.
“You okay?”
I open my eyes to find Matt staring back at me with a dopey smile.
“Better than okay,” I say.
His smile grows as he pulls out of me. I gasp at the feeling and let out a tired giggle. Matt lays beside me and gathers me up in his strong arms. He kisses my head with exceptional care.
“That was amazing,” I sigh.
“Fuck, it sure was,” Matt remarks.
I smirk before flipping my body over so I’m on top. My hands play with his hair, which is now sticking out in several directions.
“You good, though?” Matt asks. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
I shake my head. “You were so, so good to me, Matt. I hope I was okay. I, uh…I haven’t been with anyone in an embarrassingly long time.”
“You were incredible, baby. And I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about that.”
My smirk morphes into a smile.
“You also don’t need to feel embarrassed about your leg,” Matt adds while tucking my hair behind my ears. “It doesn’t bother me or weird me out.”
“I’m glad to hear,” I say.
“Of course,” Matt replies, his tone taking on a soft edge.
I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes so I can focus on hearing his heartbeat. Nothing else matters right now- not my leg, the fact that I still haven’t opened up to him about my mental health struggles, the prospect of meeting his family, or the dogs doing God knows what downstairs. I tune out everything so I can stay in this moment, foolishly hoping that it will last forever.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 26
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Matt - November 2022
I don’t wake up until after eight in the morning the next day. I look down to find Olivia still asleep in my arms. She looks so at peace as she breathes softly. I leave a tender kiss on the back of her head, being mindful not to jostle her too much.
The next couple of hours are quiet, with me taking Ash and Gary outside, feeding them both, and keeping them from making too much noise while Olivia continues sleeping. After everything she told me late last night in confidence, I want to keep my promise to not wake her.
While the dogs keep themselves occupied with a rope toy, I sit on the couch and viciously rub my face. A moment later, my gaze drifts to the closed bedroom door. I feel a painful tug on my heart strings, forcing me to look away. I settle on staring at the blank TV screen.
When I had hugged Olivia upon her arrival to my apartment late last night, I hadn’t expected her to clutch my body like it was the only thing keeping her afloat. That alone made it clear that something big was bothering her. My mind had gone wild as I tried to come up with a reason that Olivia was so upset.
As the words tumbled from her mouth, my heart ached more and more. A jagged pit started to form in my stomach, growing bigger with every devastating admission. Everything she had revealed had been heavy and personal. It felt like she had bared a part of her soul to me last night, something so precious and raw that I needed to keep tucked away from the world. I watched Olivia try to maintain her composure as she spoke, only to fail and fall apart into a mess of tears.
I wasn’t sure how best to comfort Olivia after everything she had spilled. It’s not that I didn’t want to- what kind of man would I be if I didn’t? Rather, I wasn’t sure I would be able to do a good enough job. The absolute last thing I wanted was to say or do the wrong thing and cause her more pain. I didn’t want to accidentally add to her anguish.
Still, I tried my best to pick up the pieces. I held her for a long time and chose my words carefully. This was true even as I forced myself to not cry, or when anger threatened to boil over at some of the bullshit Olivia told me she has heard from other men over the years.
She had seemed to be a bit better by the time we crawled into bed. She crashed pretty much right away, likely because she had been awake for nearly 24 hours by that point.
Yet while she slept soundly, I found myself staring at Olivia for a while last night. I couldn’t help but try to wrap my head around everything she had said. How could someone so sweet, funny, and caring endure so much awful stuff? How is she still here, managing it all for the most part? Sure, she had broken down, but she had seemed to be doing well prior to that.
The only other time she had shown such vulnerability to me prior to this was when we had exchanged DMs during her book tour, on the day she was dealing with a bout of chronic pain. That was when she had mentioned how she hates when people think she’s strong. That had been extremely eye-opening to me at the time.
After everything that transpired last night, it’s clear why she hates that.
A large part of me still wishes I could do something, anything, to take away Olivia’s pain. Yet the more logical part of my brain knows that there isn’t much I can do. I can’t bring her parents back, nor can I do something to make it so the car accident never took place. All of these horrible things have already happened.
The sound of feet padding the carpet jolts me from my thoughts. I look up to find Olivia exiting the bedroom with a sleepy grin on her face. The fabric of her black pajamas make a swishing sound as she approaches me.
“Good morning.”
“Morning,” I say, patting an empty spot on the couch beside me.
Olivia plops down a moment later. The dogs take this as their cue to jump on the couch to demand her attention. Gary quickly clambers onto her lap while Ash lays down on her right.
“And good morning to you two!” Olivia remarks while using each hand to pet them both.
I watch as Gary’s tag wags at record speed. He tries to jump up to kiss her face, but I shut that down fast.
“Knock it off, lad,” I scold while grabbing him.
Olivia giggles before asking him to lay down. He does as he’s told, which causes me to raise my eyebrows.
“You look shocked.”
“He isn’t known to have good listening skills,” I explain.
“Ahh, I see,” Olivia says with another laugh, her light green eyes looking directly into mine.
“How are you feeling?” I finally ask.
“Better,” she replies. “Listen…I wanna say thank you for being there for me. I don’t like letting shit get to me, and I really, really hate breaking down and crying like I did last night. I don’t let many people see that; and if they do, I feel super embarrassed afterwards.”
I place a hand on her cheek. “Olivia, I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about what happened last night, okay? I can tell you haven’t had it easy, and I hate that for you. I just…I wish I could do something more to help.”
Olivia knits her eyebrows. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” I say in between a sigh. “I just really wish I could take your pain away, you know? And I know that’s not possible, but…it killed me to see you so sad last night. You were dealing with some heavy emotions, and I just sat there and held you, not saying much of anything.”
At this, Olivia relaxes her face. She stops petting the dogs to put her hand on mine, which is still resting on her cheek.
“I’m not trying to make this about me,” I continue. “I just…I don’t know. I guess I’m worried that I didn’t do enough to comfort you last night.”
“Matt, you did a lot more than you think. I know you can’t do anything about the things I’ve been through. There’s nothing you can ‘fix’,” Olivia says. She removes her hand from mine to add in air quotes. “You let me into your home after a long night of work, knowing full well that I wasn’t okay. You held me and listened to me while I went on and on about why I was so upset. You then validated my feelings and made me feel safe to trust in telling you everything. You didn’t make me feel crazy or pathetic or silly for turning into a crying mess and going on about all my bullshit. Everything you did last night means so much to me, you have no idea.”
My throat is thick by the time she finishes talking. I nod while I clear my airway. Somehow, I don’t feel any tears in my eyes as I take a minute to collect myself. My hand leaves her face and comes to rest on my lap.
“I promise, you comforted me wonderfully,” she tacks on.
“I’m glad I was able to be a good source of comfort,” I say, my voice smaller than usual.
“A great source,” Olivia corrects with a giggle.
My face breaks out into a grin. “Are you alright, though? Really?”
Olivia bites her lip. “I will be. I think the saying goes, ‘It’s just a bad day, not a bad life,’ or something like that.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Thank you again for being so sweet, Matt.”
I’m about to move closer when Gary whines for our attention. Olivia laughs while I shake my head.
“Really, lad?”
“He just wants to feel included.”
A moment later, Gary hops down from the couch. Ash follows behind, and the two begin to play-fight a few feet from us.
“They seem to have become fast friends,” Olivia remarks.
“Better that than having them actually try to kill each other,” I say.
We laugh while I close the small gap between us. I place one finger under Olivia’s chin and tilt her head up to look right at me. Her laughter dies as soon as gazes meet. I plant a tender kiss to her lips, closing my eyes while I do so to savour this moment in its entirety.
“Matt…” she whispers once we break apart.
“I’m only gonna say one more thing about last night,” I begin. “I know I’m repeating myself, but I’ll say it anyway: You are not a bother to me, Olivia. You weren’t a bother last night, you aren’t a bother now, and you’re not gonna be a bother tomorrow, or in the future. Can you promise me that you’ll try to remember that?”
Olivia blinks hard before slowly nodding. “I promise.”
I kiss her forehead with a newfound smile. “Thank you. Now, would you like me to make you breakfast?”
“Oh, yes please! I’m so hungry.”
We head into my kitchen, which is tiny compared to the one at Olivia’s home. The ceiling and walls are white, like the rest of my apartment. The floors are white-and-light grey laminate tile that feels cold on my feet year round. All the appliances are stainless steel with black trim, while the countertops are grey laminate. Off to the side is a wooden table with two matching chairs sitting across from one another.
“I insist on cooking,” I say. “You deserve to relax.”
Olivia grins. “I won’t say no to that.”
She takes a seat in one of the chairs. I begin to make scrambled eggs and some toast for both of us.
“You have a nice place.”
“Oh, thanks,” I say with a chuckle. “It’s alright.”
“It’s way better than the apartment I had when I lived in Tampa about ten years ago,” Olivia remarks. “Mine was a shithole.”
I briefly glance back at her to raise my right eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
“Let’s just say it wasn’t the safest place for a single, twentysomething girl to live alone in,” she says in between a nervous laugh.
I flash her narrowed eyes. “And you did that because?…”
“I needed a cheap place to live. So sue me.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Olivia laughs as I carry on cooking. She says hi to the dogs, who are taking a break from their previous antics in the hopes of getting some food from me. I pay them no mind as I finish making breakfast.
We eat while making small talk. I make sure to avoid any heavy topics, choosing instead to chat about anything that will make Olivia laugh. We debate on Taylor Swift’s latest album being any good compared to her previous work, and whether American football is better than rugby. Conversation and laughter both flow easily between us as we enjoy our food.
“That was delicious,” Olivia remarks after polishing off her plate. “ Thank you for that. You’re a good cook!”
“Thanks,” I reply. “My mum made sure I knew how.”
Olivia smirks. “Oh, yeah?”
I nod. “She would’ve killed me otherwise.”
“She sounds like a good mom, if you ask me,” Olivia says.
“Definitely,” I reply.
My heart sinks out of nowhere. I haven’t spoken to my mum in a long time- ever since I told her about Olivia a while back, now that I think about it. It’s making me miss her so much in this moment.
“You okay over there?”
I come back down to Earth to find Olivia staring at me with furrowed eyebrows. She’s resting one elbow on the table and has her head propped up on her fist.
“Yeah, sorry,” I say, shaking my head to get my thoughts out. “I didn’t mean to zone out.”
“It’s all good,” Olivia replies. “So…a penny for your thoughts?”
I snicker, remembering that I had used the same phrase on her just last night. “Just thinking that I need to call my mum. I haven’t spoken to her since…fuck, September. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“Don’t say what I think you’re gonna say,” Olivia interrupts.
My train of thought comes to a screeching halt. “Pardon?”
“Don’t say anything about how you shouldn’t bring up feeling homesick or that you’re missing your mum because of what I’ve been through with losing my parents.”
I sit back in my chair, my mouth slightly ajar. Olivia smirks at my expression while resting her hands in her lap.
“Just because my parents are gone doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to tell her that you’re feeling that way,” she tacks on.
My mouth closes as I nod. “I know how upset you were last night. I didn’t want to add to it.”
“I appreciate you saying that,” Olivia says while her smirk transforms into a grin, “but you’re not doing that at all. Besides, I’m happy to hear that you and your mum are close. From everything you’ve told me, she sounds like a lovely woman.”
“She really is,” I reply, my heart swelling in my chest.
“Does she know about me?” Olivia asks. “Or about us being a couple?”
“She knows about you, but that’s it,” I answer. “Remember when NXT posted that TikTok where I shouted you out as my dream guest for The Grayson Waller Effect?”
Olivia nods as her smirk returns. “How could I forget?”
I chuckle at the memory. “Well, when I came home from that show, I called her and told her about our friendship before admitting…” I pause to chuckle. “Before admitting that I have feelings for you.”
My face grows hot and I look down as I recall how flustered I had been during that phone call. I look up to find that Olivia’s smirk is gone. She’s now slack-jawed and wide-eyed at my admission.
“Really?”
“Really,” I echo.
Olivia lets out a laugh that’s loud enough to get the dogs’ attention. They whip their heads in her direction, but she pays them no mind. She leans in closer to me with a grin.
“And what did she say?”
“I believe her exact words were, ‘At least meet the bloody woman before you tell her how you feel!’”
Again, Olivia cracks up, as do I this time. I rub my face with my hands as my cheeks grow redder.
“She sounds like a smart woman too,” she teases.
“Definitely,” I say.
“Aww, don’t be embarrassed,” Olivia says as she reaches across the table to grab my hand.
I accept the gesture with a newfound smile on my face. I take a minute to study her hand. It’s much smaller than mine, fair with a few freckles scattered about the top. Her nails aren’t too long or too short, and are painted a bright, glittery shade of red. They remind me of Dorothy’s ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz.
“I’m good,” I say when I return my gaze to her.
Olivia stands up and strolls over to me. Since I’m still sitting, we’re nearly the same height. Her lips capture mine in a tender kiss, making me smile. Butterflies fill my stomach as she places one hand on my cheek to keep me in place. When we break apart, I notice that she’s blushing like crazy, likely as much as me. I can’t help but chuckle at the sight.
“Thank you again- for everything,” she says.
“You’re welcome,” I reply. “Can you stay a little longer? Pretty please?”
Olivia raises her eyebrows and giggles. “You know what? I think I can do that.”
***
By one o’clock in the afternoon, Olivia and Ash leave to return home. Before she does, she suggests that we go out on another date next week.
“I’d love that,” I say. “Do you wanna do dinner again? It’ll be on me this time- I insist.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Olivia replies. “Let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.”
“Perfect,” I remark with a wink.
We kiss each other goodbye, and Olivia promises to text me when she gets there safely.
“Try not to think about me too much while I’m gone,” she teases as she exits.
“No promises!” I call out.
She laughs before the door shuts behind her.
Sure enough, I can’t stop thinking about Olivia long after her departure. Her smile and laugh replay in my head while I chill on the couch, playing the latest Madden video game for a few hours.
Even Gary notices her and Ash’s absences. I catch him wandering around the apartment, seemingly looking for either one or both of them. I try to distract him with a few different toys, but to no avail.
After giving Gary his dinner, I sit on the couch to finally call Mum. It’s technically morning in Sydney right now, meaning that I’m likely not going to interrupt her at the moment.
“Hello!”
“Hi, Mum!” I greet. “How are you? Is this a good time to chat?”
“Of course it is, sweetie!” Mum says, her voice cheery. “And I’m swell, thank you. How have you been?”
Guilt swims in my stomach. “I’m good, thanks. I know I haven’t called in a long while, and I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” Mum says. “I know you get busy with work and stuff.”
“No, it’s not okay,” I reply before letting out a heavy sigh.
“Matthew, I’m fine,” Mum insists with a firm tone.
Knowing better than to push the subject further, I drop it. “Anyway, I called because… Well, you remember when I told you about Olivia? The woman I was talking to online for months, and I was going on about how I have feelings for her despite not meeting in-person?”
“Oh yeah, I remember,” Mum remarks. “Did you finally meet her?”
My response is simple. “I did.”
Mum gasps. “And?”
I proceed to catch Mum up on everything that has happened. I tell her about the moment I met Olivia a month ago, the dates we’ve been on, and how we have spent so much time together since meeting. I don’t reveal any of the super personal things Olivia has told me- it’s not my story to tell.
“She’s so amazing, Mum. I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as her. I don’t just mean her looks, too- she’s just a beautiful person inside and out. She’s everything I could ever want in a woman,” I gush breathlessly.
It takes Mum a moment to reply. “Aww, honey, I’m so happy for you! I’m glad it’s all worked out so far.”
“Me too,” I say. The previous guilt I was feeling throughout my body for having not called my mother in too long is now replaced with warmth.
“Now I wanna meet her!”
My eyes almost bulge out of my head. “You do?”
“Of course!” Mum says, like I’m an idiot for being surprised by the very idea. “I need to meet the woman who’s made my son so happy.”
I nod despite my newfound nerves. “I don’t know when that’ll happen, but I’ll see what I can do.”
“I understand, sweetie,” Mum says. “It doesn’t have to be anytime soon, alright? There’s no rush on my end, I promise.”
“Sounds good,” I reply.
We continue our call for over half an hour, with each of us catching up about various odds and ends.
“I’ll talk to you soon,” Mum says after saying she has to go.
“Okay,” I reply. “Oh, and Mum?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
I swallow the newly formed lump in my throat. “I love you.”
Mum doesn’t catch me getting choked up. “I love you too, sweetie.”
Once we end the call a few minutes later, I stare at my now locked phone screen with misty eyes. Maybe it’s because of my chat with Olivia this morning, but homesickness is hitting me harder than usual at this moment.
Before I can wallow too much in that feeling, the reminder of Mum’s eagerness to meet my girlfriend smacks me upside the head. I know it’s way too early in our relationship to do such a thing. I have a sneaking suspicion that just suggesting this idea to Olivia will likely freak her out.
That’s not to say I don’t want it to happen; I would love for her to meet my mother. I know Mum would like her almost as much as I do. I want the two of them to meet at some point in time. I just don’t think the opportunity for them to meet in-person will present itself anytime soon, and that’s fine by me.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 25
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - November 2022
It has been a few days since Matt dropped by, and my head is still a fucking mess.
I’m not mad that he came over, though I still can’t believe he drove several hours through however many states just because he didn’t want to wait one more day to see me. I’m flattered that he would go to such lengths, although a part of me thinks he’s a bit nuts for pulling such a stunt.
Rather, I’m stuck on how I began opening up to him about my mental health struggles, only to clam up and freak out before I could really get into it. Even after Matt insisted that I didn’t have to divulge things I wasn’t ready to share, I hated how I couldn’t open up. I want to let him in on the darkest parts of myself- the nightmares I’ve endured, the struggles I’ve had just to get out of bed- all of it. While I’m doing much better these days, I’ll never fully be out of the woods.
This reminder hits like a brick upside the head in the wee hours of Tuesday morning. That’s when a violent nightmare of the car accident- where I basically relive that awful day- jolts me out of bed in a cold sweat. I’m already in tears as I try to steady my pounding heart by taking deep breaths.
Ash must have woken from me bolting upright in bed because he stretches and strolls over to me, tail wagging without a care in the world. He lies beside me and tries to pepper my face with kisses.
“Sorry about that, buddy,” I mutter as I pet his soft fur.
I’m still petting him while I use my other hand to check the time on my phone. I curse under my breath- it’s just after 2:30 in the morning. I had managed to go to bed early last night in the hopes of catching up on some much-needed sleep.
So much for that.
Just as I set my phone down, I steal a glance at today’s date. It’s November 15- the anniversary of that stupid car accident.
Now the timing of my nightmare makes so much more sense.
I try for an hour or so to go back to sleep, but my efforts are in vain. I’m wide awake now, whether I like it or not.
Cursing under my breath again, I slowly put my prosthetic leg on before dragging my ass out of bed. I yawn as I saunter out of my bedroom to take Ash outside.
Despite the heaviness of the anniversary hanging over my head, I push it down and carry on with my morning like nothing happened. Yet as I take care of Ash, get a long workout in, and then shower, my heart aches. My mind is a cluttered mess of various emotions, none of which are good. It makes it difficult to want to do anything else today.
I wish I could call my parents.
This unexpected thought hits me as I finish putting my prosthetic leg back on again after my shower. My head hangs as tears prick my eyes again. With my parents having been deceased for fifteen years, I’ve gotten used to their massive absence from my life. But it doesn’t make the pain lessen. The pain of their deaths isn’t as huge as it was the first few years after it happened. Still, it likes to rear its ugly head every now and then- Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, the anniversary of their deaths, and in my lowest moments.
My hands fly to my face as more tears streak my cheeks. A loud sob escapes my throat, followed by another, and then another. I clutch my towel around my waist as more sobs wreak havoc out of my body.
My failed attempt at opening up to Matt, this morning’s nightmare, realizing today is the anniversary of my car accident, not having my parents around to confide in- it’s all hitting me at once. It leaves me curled up into myself, weeping and shaking.
I have no idea how long I sit there crying, but it feels like forever. When my sobbing lightens up just enough that I can sit up straight, I use the towel to wipe away my tears. I try my best to collect myself, though evidence of my breakdown is written all over my face. My eyes are puffy and my face is red.
I suddenly notice that Matt has texted me. Whether it was during my shower or my breakdown, I don’t know.
Matt: Good morning, beautiful!
Somehow, I grin as I send a one-word reply.
Olivia: Morning
Once I set my phone down, I vigorously rub my face with my hands. I need to collect myself so I can get back to work on my manuscript.
My face doesn’t look too bad by early afternoon, when I pause work to have a virtual therapy session with Dr. Montgomery. She immediately clocks that I’m not okay, and asks what has been going on.
I start with the good- how Matt dropped by the other day, how nice it had been for him to see me, and how peaceful it had been cuddling him while he slept in my arms. I had told Dr. Montgomery about meeting Matt and how our dates had gone in a previous session, so she’s already familiar with his growing presence in my life.
“It must have been nice to see him,” she says when I finish recounting his visit.
“Yeah, it was great,” I reply, running one hand through my long hair.
Dr. Montgomery frowns. “Did something bad happen?”
“Not exactly,” I say, biting my lip. “I mean, there was no fight or anything like that. I just tried opening up to him, and…I couldn’t do it.”
“Oh?”
I proceed to explain the conversation Matt and I had prior to that moment, as well as how I really wanted to tell him about my mental health struggles. Then I admit how when I tried to do so, I froze and began to freak the hell out.
“He didn’t get mad that I couldn’t tell him,” I say after revealing all this. “He actually told me not to tell him, if I wasn’t ready.”
Dr. Montgomery raises her eyebrows. “Did he?”
“Yeah,” I confirm with a shaky laugh. “He was like, ‘You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,’ which really shocked me. I want to let him in, and I told him as much. But Matt made it clear that I don’t have to tell him anything I’m not ready to reveal. He’s letting me set the pace there, if that makes sense.”
I watch as Dr. Montgomery adjusts her silver wire-frame glasses with a grin. “It sounds like he’s patient and understanding.”
“You could say that,” I remark.
“How did it make you feel to hear that?” Dr. Montgomery asks.
“On one hand,” I begin, “I’m glad that he’s really patient with me opening up. I’m also glad he didn’t get annoyed when I started getting emotional. On the other hand…I don’t know. I just feel really guilty that I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about my mental health struggles. He deserves to know.”
“I understand,” Dr. Montgomery says, “but you need to be kinder to yourself. When’s the last time you opened up about those things to anyone?”
“Well, my closest friends know,” I reply. “But that was last year, only a month after I started meeting with you. Other than them, no one else knows. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve talked about it publicly. I thought about it when I started seeing you, and then changed my mind.”
“How come?”
“I guess it’s because I’ve always been seen as someone who is so strong. If I were to admit publicly that I’m not strong- that I have depression and PTSD, that I have to take medication to make my brain function normally, and how I hate when people tell me I’m ‘so strong’”- I use air quotes- “I’ll let people down. My friends, my fans…hell, even my boyfriend. Well, maybe not him, because he already knows that I’m not always strong, and he reacted positively to that.”
“When did that happen?” Dr. Montgomery asks.
“During my book tour, when I was having a chronic pain flare-up and he texted me to say that I’m so strong for carrying on with it, despite how I was feeling.” I pause to snicker. “We hadn’t even started flirting when that happened.”
At this, Dr. Montgomery smiles. “So, he has been very kind and understanding for a long time.”
I nod. “I think it’s why my feelings for him are so strong, so soon. I’ve never meant a guy who has been so sweet, patient, and caring. We’ve only been together for a month, which isn’t a long time at all! And yet…I don’t know. It just feels right.”
“And that’s okay,” Dr. Montgomery remarks. “I do want to circle back on something you said- that if you tell people- be it fans or friends- about your mental health struggles, you feel like you’ll let them down.”
“It makes sense,” I interject. “People refer to me as being strong because of all the shit I’ve been through- losing my parents when I was eighteen, then being in that fucking car accident and losing my leg. And I get it, I do- it’s a lot of really horrible stuff to go through. Honestly, if it didn’t happen to me, I wouldn’t believe that all those things could happen to just one person. But yeah, it’s just…I don’t know. I guess I’m just worried that I’ll let people down, you know? I’m probably not making much sense.”
“It makes a lot of sense,” Dr. Montgomery says while adjusting her glasses again.
I shift in my office chair as a lump forms in my throat. “Also…today’s the anniversary of the car accident.”
Dr. Montgomery nods and leans in a little.
“That’s why I look like a mess,” I continue. “I woke up at 2:30 in the friggin’ morning ‘cause I had a nightmare about it. I haven’t had many nightmares about it recently. I guess it happened just because today’s the anniversary. And then later, after I had a shower, I thought about how I wish I could call my parents. And everything…it just became too much.”
New tears gather in my eyes as I recall my breakdown from earlier today. I curse under my breath as I try to keep them from spilling over.
“I’m so sorry you went through all that this morning,” Dr. Montgomery says, her tone gentle. “That had to have been extremely hard.”
I nod.
“I understand today might not be a good day to talk about it,” she continues, “and I would never tell you that you have to share anything you’re not comfortable sharing with anyone. However, I think it’s something you shouldn’t feel scared to share with your friends or boyfriend about your mental health struggles. After all, you have told people before.”
“That was over a year ago,” I counter.
“You still did it,” Dr. Montgomery points out.
“True,” I admit with a loud sigh. “There’s a logical part of me that's telling me I’m being ridiculous for worrying about their reactions, and that I should just do it. What do you think?”
“I don’t think you’re ridiculous, but I do feel that you’re overthinking things.”
“Me? Overthinking something?” I snort. “That doesn’t sound like me.”
Dr. Montgomery laughs. “Hey, at least you acknowledge that you have a bad habit of overthinking things. Many people can’t be that honest with themselves.”
“I get points for that,” I joke.
“You do,” Dr. Montgomery says, grinning. “Look, I think you should open up about your mental health struggles to your boyfriend and friends. As for publicizing it…that’s up to you. And if telling a lot of people sounds too hard right now, then I would at least tell Matt.”
I nod, knowing that she’s right. Matt deserves to know everything about me- especially the ugly parts.
Just not today.
My session with Dr. Montgomery ends a few minutes later. I try to push everything we discussed out of my head so I can focus back on my manuscript. I work hard at it for several hours, breaking only to take Ash out, go to the washroom myself, eat, or make another much-needed coffee. Given how early the day started, I’m going to need way more caffeine than usual.
Somehow, I’m still wide awake by the time the evening rolls around. I sit on the living room couch to watch NXT with Ash by my side. I pet his head as he lays with his legs all stretched out.
About midway through the show, Matt has a backstage segment with Cameron Grimes. The two NXT Superstars exchange heated words to set up a match between them for next week. Once the segment concludes, I grab my phone to text Matt.
Olivia: Nice segment! I hope Cameron Grimes doesn’t beat you too badly lol
I receive a reply about five minutes later.
Matt: Thank you. And he isn’t gonna beat me, so HA!
Olivia: We’ll see about that.
Matt: Yeah, we’ll see. So, how’s the manuscript coming along?
Olivia: I finally finished this round of edits, and have sent it back to my editor to review it again. Hopefully, he won’t put “this is fucking shit” too much in my manuscript this time around.
Matt: He does that???
Olivia: lol it’s a little joke we have cause when I first met him over Zoom, he explained how the editing process works and that it’s not personal if he’s super critical with his edits. I asked if that meant he wouldn’t write “This is fucking shit” on my manuscript.
Matt: lol now it makes sense!
Olivia: I panicked and started apologizing for cursing, ‘cause he’s in his 50s and looks super serious. But he laughed and was like, I can do that if you want. Hence the joke. Silly, I know.
Matt: Nah it’s funny! I’m just glad I don’t have to give him a talking to for being mean to you.
Olivia: lol nope, you’re good. How have you been?
Matt: I’m good, thanks, you?
I freeze. I want to say that I’m fine, even though I’m anything but. Besides, Matt is at work, and I don’t want to be a nuisance.
Olivia: Okay
Matt: Just okay?
I frown. I should have seen this response coming.
Olivia: I don’t wanna talk about it over text. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.
Matt: Do you wanna come to my place to chat after NXT is done taping?
A grin appears on my face.
Olivia: Are you sure?
Matt: Positive! Besides, it’s your turn to come to my place. Please???
Despite having been up since stupid o’clock, I’m still not tired. Perhaps it’s all the coffee I’ve had throughout the day that is keeping me from being completely exhausted.
Olivia: I’ll be there. What time should I come?
Matt: We finish taping by 10:30- is 11 okay? You can stay the night too, if you wish.
Olivia: I would have to bring Ash with me
Matt: That’s fine! He’s always welcome, just like you.
My grin grows as I type my reply.
Olivia: Sounds good, see you then!
Rather than watch the rest of NXT, I run upstairs to put together an overnight bag. I make sure to include all my essentials- toiletries, an extra change of clothes for tomorrow, my glasses, a phone charger, and pajamas.
I settle on a black cotton pajama set that consists of a T-shirt and pants. While a cuter bright red tank top and shorts set catches my attention, I can’t bring myself to wear it in front of Matt. He has seen my prosthetic leg, but I haven’t shown him what’s left of my right leg. There’s no way in hell he’s seeing that- at least, not anytime soon.
Once my overnight bag is all packed and NXT ends, I take Ash outside to do his business. I then grab my things and lead my dog to my car so that we can begin the drive to Matt’s apartment.
About half an hour later, I park in a visitor’s parking spot in the apartment complex. It’s just before 11 PM when I stroll up to his unit with Ash in tow. When I knock on the door, I hear loud barking on the other side.
Matt opens the door a minute later with a squirming Gary in his arms.
“Hi!” I greet, working hard to make my voice happy.
“Hey!” Matt exclaims as he welcomes Ash and I inside.
“Thank you for inviting me,” I say as the door swings shut behind me.
“Of course,” Matt replies, putting Gary down to pull me in for a tight hug.
I drop my overnight bag and cling to Matt for dear life. It’s only in that moment I realize just how badly I need this- to be held and have someone there for me. Hot tears prick my eyes for what feels like the millionth time. I don’t pay attention to the apartment, the dogs, or anything else. Instead, I shut my eyes and focus on his smooth, warm skin and his firm arms wrapped around my waist. I rest my forehead on his chest to hide my tears. I’m so tuned out that I can’t hear a single thing.
A part of me expects Matt to pull me away to ask what the hell is wrong. But that doesn’t happen. I notice his grip tightens just enough to leave me slightly breathless, albeit not enough to make it so I can’t breathe whatsoever.
I have no idea how long we stay like this. All I know is that a loud bark startles me out of my thoughts. My head whirls around to find Ash and Gary- the one responsible for barking- squaring off in the living room.
“Knock it off, lad!” Matt snaps. He then turns his attention back to me. “Sorry about that.”
“No, it’s okay,” I laugh as I swipe away a tear streaking down my cheek.
Matt places one finger under my chin to tilt my head up. “Hey, what’s wrong? Have you been crying?”
“I…yeah,” I admit while nodding.
“Come in,” Matt insists, ushering me further into his apartment.
I take a moment to scan my surroundings. The white carpet feels a bit scratchy between my toes, but it’s not unpleasant. The walls are fairly plain like most apartments are, but an Australia flag- as well as some other flags and sports jerseys- make the place feel homey. The flat-screen TV is turned off and sits on a black coffee table. All in all, the living room screams bachelor pad, though not in a gross or unkempt way.
Matt leads me to a brown leather couch. I take a seat and briefly watch Ash and Gary play, the latter growling softly here and there.
“What’s going on?”
I look away to find Matt sitting across from me, eyebrows knitted and with a slight frown on his face. My gaze drops to the floor while I tuck my hair behind my ears.
“It’s just…” I pause, debating how much I want to reveal. “Today is the anniversary of the car accident I was in, and…it’s fucked with my head a lot.”
Matt exhales slowly before moving closer to me.
“And I…I had a nightmare about the stupid car accident early this morning,” I add. “It was just me reliving it, which was awful and freaky. It’s been bugging me all day, and it’s also why I was really short with you this morning. I’m sorry about that, by the way.”
“Don’t even worry about it,” Matt says as he holds my hands. “I’m so sorry, Olivia. I didn’t realize today was the day it happened.”
“No, it’s okay,” I say. I pause to sigh. “It’s just been a long, shitty day. And the thing is, outside of the nightmare, nothing bad happened. Hell, I finished my most recent round of edits today, so it should be a good day. Sorry, I’m not trying to change the subject. Ugh, my head’s all over the place.”
Matt uses one hand to stroke my cheek. “It’s okay. Is it just the fact that today’s the anniversary of the car accident and the nightmare you had that’s bothering you?”
A part of me wants to lie and say that yes, those are the only things that are causing me trouble. Yet I cannot bring myself to lie to Matt. That would be breaking his trust, which would then make me a massive hypocrite. I take a deep breath and look down at the floor again.
“No, it’s a lot of things,” I begin, my voice low and heavy. “It’s also the fact that, when I tried to open up to you the other day and froze. And yes, I know you said that it’s okay to tell you things at my own pace- and I appreciate it- but I still feel awful. And then, when I was thinking about the shitty morning I had, I…I thought about how I wish I could call my parents. I wish I could talk to them, ask for their advice. But…I can’t. I can’t because they’re dead.”
By the time I finish rambling, tears stain my cheeks yet again. A sob suddenly bubbles out of my throat. I clamp one hand over my mouth before another can escape. I look up at Matt, who’s blue eyes appear watery.
“It’s…” I take a minute to compose myself. “It’s not that I don’t wanna confide in you. Please don’t take it that way. It’s just…I miss them. Sometimes, I wish I could just pick up the phone and call them on a whim. It sounds silly ‘cause they’ve been gone for a long time. And yet….”
Another sob comes up, yet I manage to stifle it in time.
Matt pulls me in for another tight hug. I respond by resting his head on my chest as I carry on sobbing. I clutch his T-shirt like it’s a life ring thrown out in the middle of the ocean. I’m sure my tears are staining the fabric, leaving scattered wet marks. Nevertheless, I keep bawling into his chest.
I have no clue how long I stay like this, weeping while Matt hugs and coos me. What draws me out of it is the feeling of something nudging my side. I pull away to find Gary with his head tilted to the left, staring at me. I pet his head, and he happily accepts the gesture. Then I turn back to Matt, whose eyebrows remain knitted while his gaze stays on me.
“I know I dumped a lot of crap on you tonight,” I say after wiping away my tears. “I told you that I was worried about being too much, and…well, this is partially why.”
Matt shakes his head. “I promise, you are not too much. You could never be too much for me, okay?”
I bite my lip and rub my hands on my thighs.
“Olivia,” Matt says, his voice clear yet soft, “I appreciate you telling me all this. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to talk about, never mind living it. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”
His words hit me right in the heart. Even though I’m still crying, I manage a small yet genuine smile.
“I…” Matt pauses to swallow hard and rub his eyes, like he’s trying to keep himself from crying too. “Sorry, I don’t want to say the wrong thing and upset you more.”
I sit back in my seat. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh that even catches me off guard.
“I’m sorry,” I say when I notice Matt frowning. “It’s just that I can’t tell you the number of times people give me empty platitudes. You know- ‘I’m sorry for your loss,’, ‘I can’t imagine what you’ve been through,’, ‘I can only imagine how hard it must be,’, and- my personal favourite, as you already know- ‘You’re so strong.’ Honestly, I kinda wish more people were brutally honest and said exactly what you said.”
Matt’s chuckle is hollow. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I echo. “And honestly? I appreciate you just listening to me and comforting me. You didn’t tell me to get over it, or tell me that I’m being ridiculous. And before you ask- yes, I’ve had guys actually say those things. Granted, they only said those things about my parents’ deaths, and not about the car accident ‘cause that hadn’t happened yet.”
I watch Matt’s gaze hardens. I look down to see him remove his hands to clench them into fists. I place my hands on top of them, and notice that they loosen up a bit. When I look back into his eyes, I can see that they have softened.
“I guess I just needed someone to confide in,” I remark.
“And that’s okay,” Matt says. “I hate that you’ve been through all these horrible things. I wish you hadn’t gone through any of it. Please know that I’m proud of you for overcoming everything you’ve been through. Because you have, even if you have bad days.”
I nod. “Thank you- really. I appreciate you being here for me, even though I’m sure you’re exhausted after a long day at work.”
“Olivia, you aren’t a bother,” Matt insists. “You could never be a bother, okay?”
“I’m glad to hear that. And you’re not a bother either, you know. If you ever need to vent or need some comfort, you can call or come to mine.”
“I appreciate that.”
Matt grabs me and places me on his lap. He kisses my lips gently before kissing my forehead and each cheek. I giggle when his lips tickle my skin.
“That wasn’t everything I wanted to tell you the other day,” I reveal. “There’s more, but…I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it.”
“That’s okay.”
I suddenly yawn louder than I have all day. I have the desperate urge to jump into bed and sleep as long as possible.
“Why don’t we go to bed, and then we can chat again in the morning?” Matt suggests. “I don’t have any plans tomorrow, so you can stay however long you like.”
“I’d like that,” I reply with a newfound grin.
I get off Matt’s lap and grab my overnight bag before following him into his bedroom. I manage to get ready for bed and take off my prosthetic leg despite wanting nothing more than to fall asleep right then and there.
“I won’t wake you,” Matt murmurs once we climb into his bed.
“Good, ‘cause I’ll kick your fucking ass if you do,” I remark in a flat voice.
Matt chuckles. “Fair enough.”
As I lay on my side, strong hands skim my waist.
“May I?”
I smile. “You may.”
At this, Matt wraps his arms around me. I fall asleep almost immediately after that.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 24
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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TAG LIST: @new-zealand-chic @stephwrestler
Matt - November 2022
The first week of shows- both the NXT taping and the live events- all go off without a hitch. I host another The Grayson Waller Effect segment on NXT that goes smoothly, this time with guests Bron Breakker and Von Wagner. Then I wrestle two out of the three live events, winning one against Cameron Grimes, and losing the other against Axiom. I eat up the crowd’s reaction every night and make every moment count.
In between wrestling, filming segments, traveling, working out, eating, and catching a few hours of sleep, I spend my free time texting Olivia. Our chats aren’t as long as I would like them to be. Still, we make the best of it. I always make a point to send her a good morning text and a goodnight text every day.
In our goodnight text exchanges, we proceed to catch up on each other’s days. I recount my travels and each show, and Olivia provides updates on her manuscript edits. We chat about this in between our regularly programmed flirty banter.
I manage to return home to Orlando after the first set of house shows, only for WWE to keep me busy with a few media appearances in the days leading up to the next NXT taping. By the time I have a day off, I have to travel again for the second set of NXT live events.
After an uneventful flight, I arrive in Louisville, Kentucky for the first house show. Just as I finish unpacking my stuff in my freezing cold hotel room, my phone suddenly rings. I smile when I see the name of the one person I want to talk to above all else.
“Hello?”
“Hey, are you busy?” Olivia says in a rush.
“No, I just got settled in my room,” I reply. My heart stops dead in its tracks. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah, everything’s good,” she says. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“No, it’s okay,” I remark. I manage to exhale softly as my heart resumes its normal rhythm.
“I just have some awesome news about my book,” Olivia says, her voice growing giddy. “I’m gonna post about it online soon, but I want to tell you first.”
My curiosity is piqued in an instant. “Oh, yeah? What is it?”
“So,” she drawls in between a giggle, “my second book is officially set to be published on July 4th, 2023!”
I jump off the bed with a loud whoop, smiling like a mad man. “Olivia, that’s amazing news! Congratulations!”
“Thank you,” she replies while giggling again. “It’s crazy to think that I’m gonna be publishing my second book next year.”
“You deserve it,” I say. My heart swells in agreement with the sentiment.
“So, I have to wait until July to read your book?” I whine. I find myself pouting like a child.
“Well,” Olivia says slowly, “Advance Reader Copies will be going out next month. Those are copies of my book that people receive before it’s released. I’m gonna reserve a ton to give to my friends. If you really want, I can get one for you.”
My pout transforms into a smile. “That would be great, thank you.”
Olivia laughs. “Well, that’s one way to get you to stop pouting. Plus, it makes me a good girlfriend.”
“Defintiely,” I say while my smile grows. “God, I miss you.”
“I miss you too. I wish I could see you tonight.”
A knot grows inside my stomach. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no, don’t apologize,” Olivia insists. “It’s okay- really. I used to wrestle once upon a time, so I totally get it.”
Despite these reassurances, I swallow the hard lump in my throat. “I still feel bad.”
“I’m not upset, I promise. It’s only another few days before I get to see you again.”
“I appreciate you being so sweet. I promise, when I return, I’m gonna take you out.”
“Now that’s something for me to look forward to!”
This remark leaves me smiling when our call eventually ends. Even though we’re not talking any longer, I can hear her giggle ringing in my ears and picture her smile with ease. I let out a long breath and quietly chuckle to myself.
I can’t stop thinking about Olivia.
This is still the case when I’m at the arena later that night for my match against Apollo Crews. It continues the next night in Nashville, Tennessee; and then the following night in Charlotte, North Carolina. When Olivia and I aren’t texting, I’m still thinking about her and what she might be up to.
It must be true what they say- absence makes the heart grow fonder.
An idea comes to me when the last house show finishes.
I’m getting ready to leave the arena when Samantha approaches me with a grin.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask.
“A bunch of us are going out for drinks,” she explains. “Wanna come?”
“No, thanks, I’m actually gonna head out.”
Samantha frowns. “Oh?”
It dawns on me that I haven’t told anyone about the newest development in my life. “I met Olivia a few weeks ago, and-”
“Wait, what??” Samantha’s jaw drops. “Mate, I need details!”
“I’ll tell you more, just not right this second,” I say. “I need to head out now if I wanna make it to her place sooner rather than later.”
Before I can walk away, Samantha stands in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest. “Matt, it’s really late. If you don’t wanna go out, I get it. But I would head out in the morning, okay? I just don’t want you to fall asleep behind the wheel, y’know?”
As much as I appreciate her valid concerns, I brush them aside. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, I checked out of my hotel room before the show.”
Realizing that I’m not about to change my mind, Samantha steps aside. She’s shaking her head and snickering. “You’ve got it bad.”
I shrug off the remark and say goodbye before hightailing it out of the arena to my rental car.
While I’m making the long journey from Charlotte to Orlando, I don’t let up on the gas unless I absolutely have to. While a layer of exhaustion envelopes me, I’m nowhere near tired enough to risk falling asleep. Raw adrenaline and a few energy drinks I bought prior to getting on the highway are all I need to stay awake.
A part of me knows this is completely fucking ridiculous. Samantha was right- I should’ve grabbed a few hours of sleep, and then head out early the next morning. There was no real reason to dart out of the arena and hit the road so late to see my girlfriend.
Yet even as this logic floods my brain, my heart stutters at the prospect of seeing Olivia again.
What the hell is wrong with me? Sure, I care about Olivia a lot- I would never deny that. Yet to go so far as to drive for hours and hours just so I don’t have to wait any longer to see her is insane. I’ve never done this for another woman. Hell, I never would’ve thought of doing this for anyone else.
I think I’ve lost my fucking mind.
Olivia is probably going to think exactly that if I show up at her door unannounced. I wouldn’t blame her- it’s not like I called her to ask permission to come over. I also can’t exactly do that right this second because it’s technically the middle of the night, and calling her over this would be grounds for murder.
Then again, Olivia has been saying how much she misses me in all our recent conversations. She made it no secret that she wants to see me again too. While I would be the first to say that my feelings for her are strong, I can tell that her feelings for me are almost as strong in return.
Even with all these conflicting thoughts running throughout my head, I continue racing through the streets in the dead of night. Exhaustion starts to get to me almost five hours into the drive, but I push through it. Loud music pulses in the car to keep me awake.
Finally, almost eight hours after I left the arena, I make it to Orlando. It’s just after eight o’clock on Monday morning when I pull over a couple of feet from the gated community Olivia resides in.
Matt: I’m back in Orlando
Luckily for me, she responds a minute later.
Olivia: Really???
Matt: Yep. Can I please see you?
Olivia: Absolutely!
10 minutes later, I park in Olivia’s driveway with a heavy sigh. She answers the door seconds after I knock.
“I couldn’t wait another minute,” I say, barging in before she can get any sort of greeting out. “I had to see you.”
Olivia ushers me inside with furrowed eyebrows. “Have you slept?”
I shake my head.
She gives me a sideways glance. “Wait, did you drive straight from the tour?”
Knowing better than to lie, I slowly nod. A hollow chuckle leaves my body just as Ash strolls over to greet me. I lean down to pet him.
“I know your last show was in Charlotte, North Carolina, which is a way’s away. You drove for however many hours just to see me?” Olivia asks. She covers her mouth with one hand as her eyes widen.
I stand up straight and grin. “I told you, I couldn’t wait another minute. But I also thought enough to ask if I could come over instead of showing up uninvited. To be fair, your place is actually closer to where I came from than it is to my apartment..”
Olivia lets out a bewildered laugh. “Oh my God. You must be super exhausted.”
“It was worth it.”
“Was it now?”
I close the gap between us and crash my lips onto hers. My arms snake around her slim waist to keep her in place while my tongue carefully explores her mouth. I inhale her scent- a mixture of oranges and coffee. I vow to commit this scene to memory from here on out.
When I pull away to gasp for air, I take in Olivia’s appearance. Her red hair is down, and her face is bare. The freckles on her forehead and nose are more noticeable now that I’m closer. They complement her fair skin perfectly. Her light green eyes look radiant under the fluorescent lights. She’s wearing an white oversized Taylor Swift sweatshirt, along with a pair of black shorts.
“Definitely,” I say as my gaze travels all over her. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
Olivia’s face turns a light shade of pink while she giggles. “Oh, thank you.”
“I’m so happy to see you.”
“Me too,” Olivia says. “Look, why don’t you get some sleep? We’ll talk more once you finally do that.”
The thought of sleep almost makes me pass out on the spot. “That’s the second best idea you’ve ever had.”
“Oh? What would be my best idea?”
“Making fun of me on TikTok a year ago.”
Olivia looks away while pushing her glasses back. “And on that note, it’s time for you to get your ass to bed.”
I follow her to the master bedroom with my duffel bag in tow.
“I’m sure you’ve already slept like a normal adult, but…care to join me in bed?” I inquire.
Olivia smirks. “What would you do if I said no?”
“I’d accept your answer, but I would also be pretty sad.”
She cackles. “Then I guess I have to say yes.”
I look up right as I’m about to climb into bed. “If you need to work, it’s okay- seriously. I’ll live.”
“Oh, I know,” Olivia says casually. “I would much rather spend time with you.”
I’m smiling from ear to ear as we get into bed together.
“Let me hold you.”
I frown. “I’m sorry?”
“Let me hold you,” Olivia repeats. She pats her chest while lying on your back. “Men deserve to be held too, you know.”
My face breaks into a big smile as I inch closer to her petite frame. I rest my head on her chest and close my eyes. I feel her nails scratch my head gently. If I wasn’t already so damn tired, this- along with hearing her heart beat- would definitely do the trick.
“Sleep as long as you need to,” she whispers. “I’ll be here.”
I’m still smiling when I shut my eyes and let sleep take over.
***
I have no clue what time it is when I wake up hours later. I tentatively stir in bed as a small groan escapes me.
“You okay over there?”
My eyes dart up to Olivia, who’s grinning at me with her hand resting on my back.
“Wish I could sleep all day,” I mumble before burying my face in her chest.
“Then you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
As much as I want to sleep for the rest of the day, Olivia is right. So, I slowly open my eyes and look up at her. She’s wearing a bemused smile on her face.
“I’m sorry I basically demanded to see you,” I say as my hand finds hers. “I should’ve wait to see if you would invite me.”
“You didn’t demand shit,” Olivia says calmly. “You asked to see me, and I said yes. It’s that simple.”
My thumb rubs the back of her hand.
“Besides,” she continues, “I’ve missed you a lot.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
“I’m glad you came over.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. “Yeah?”
Olivia nods.
I slowly sit up in bed and stretch my arms. I spot Ash laying at the foot of the mattress, sound asleep. When I turn my attention back to Olivia, I see that she’s now sitting up. She appears to be deep in thought.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I offer.
Olivia snaps out of her thoughts and smirks. “Oh, my thoughts are worth way more than that.”
I chuckle at the snappy remark.
“All kidding aside,” she says once my laughter fades, “I’m just thinking about how all this has been going between us.”
“I’ve been thinking about that too,” I admit with a slight frown. “Look, to be completely honest- I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve never driven eight or so hours just so I can be with a girl. And yet…” I run a hand through my short blonde hair. “I just…I had to. I know it’s a lot; I know I’m a lot. If I’m coming on too strong for your liking, Olivia, please tell me. I’ll do my best to tone it down.”
By the time I finish rambling, Olivia’s lips are pursed and she’s fidgeting with her hands. She brings her left leg up so that her knee is nearly touching her chest, and then wraps her arms around herself. Her prosthetic leg remains in place, straight as an arrow.
“You’re not too much. Everything you’ve done- even you driving here in the middle of the night- doesn’t bother me. I genuinely appreciate you being honest with me, and showing me who you are, if that makes sense. I mean, you even said you were gonna show me that you’re not gonna break my trust. And if this is who you really are- a kind, caring, handsome man who’s really into me- then I’m gonna have to get used to it.”
I absorb Olivia’s words carefully, not wanting to miss anything. Before I can reply, she speaks again.
“Honestly…I’ve been worrying that I’m too much. Not in the same way as you described; I mean with all my trauma. I know I’ve already told you about how dating was for me after the car accident, and why I’ve chosen to stay single for so long. And I know you know about the car accident too, and the fact that I lost my right leg because of it. Oh, and you know about my chronic pain too. But there are other things I haven’t opened up about. You said you want to know everything about me…”
Olivia pauses, letting out a shaky breath. I notice her hands shaking as she fidgets again, picking at the skin along her nails. I grab her hands and take them in mine.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” I say gently.
“But I need to,” she argues, her voice weak.
I shake my head. “Not until you’re ready.”
Olivia frowns.
“Sure, I wanna know everything about you,” I explain while giving her hands a squeeze. “If you’re not ready to tell me something, though, it’s okay.”
“You’ve been so good to me,” Olivia counters. “Are you sure you’re okay with me not opening up?”
“I’m sure,” I insist.
I spot a lone tear trailing Olivia’s cheek. I use my thumb to wipe it away.
“Sorry, I…I don’t know why my mind went there all of a sudden,” she says before biting her lower lip. “I know this is getting serious, and it does scare me. Even as I say that, I don’t want things to change between us. I want this; I want you. Even if you do something as insane as driving across several states at an ungodly hour just because you wanted to see me so fucking bad.”
I lift her hands up to kiss them. “I’d do it again if I had to.”
“Hopefully, not anytime soon, for your sake,” Olivia quips.
I laugh. “I’m glad we’re on the same page with our relationship. And I meant what I said before- I wanna know everything about you, but only at your own pace. When you’re ready to tell me anything personal, I’ll be ready to listen.”
Olivia looks down. “What if it scares you away?”
“Nothing about you could scare me away,” I proclaim in a firm tone. “Unless you tried to kill me or something.”
“Duly noted,” Olivia says before breaking out into a belly laugh.
I join in on the laughter.
“Now,” Olivia says once we both calm down, “why don’t I make you some food? You must be hungry.”
As if on cue, my empty stomach furiously aches. “Yeah, that sounds like another great idea.”
Olivia snickers. “I have vegemite, if you want some.”
“Oh my God, you’re the best,” I say. “Seriously, thank you. And then I’ll get out of your hair ‘cause I have to go pick up Gary from the kennel.”
“That’s fair,” Olivia replies.
We get off the bed to head downstairs. I excuse myself to use the washroom first, promising that I’ll be down shortly.
My mind is going in various directions as I wash my hands in the ensuite. While it’s good to know that OIivia and I are on the same channel with this relationship, something still niggles my brain.
Olivia became quite upset when she had tried to explain how there are things about her that I don’t know. I want to know what those things are- just not at the expense of upsetting her. If I push her to spill, she’ll more than likely lash out.
Something is lurking beneath Olivia’s sunny demeanour. From the tiny glimpse I got in our chat, it was clearly hard for her to think about, let alone verbalize. As much as I want to speculate on what she wants to divulge, I don’t want to put too much energy into that. Olivia will tell me in her own time.
I shake these thoughts away as I exit the bathroom and head downstairs to spend more time with my girlfriend before I have to leave.
Can someone explain to me why fans are hating Grayson Waller? He is such a talented wrestler in WWE. Go back watch his matches in NXT. He had so many great matches in NXT. He deserves to win a single title in WWE. Give him chance to shine.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 23
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - November 2022
Saraya and I are chatting over an impromptu Face Time call on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. I’m sitting at my iMac in my office, editing my manuscript.
“So…how’s Matt?” she teases after we exchange pleasantries.
I giggle. I’ve already told her about meeting Matt and our first date over text the day after it all happened, so there’s no need to rehash everything.
“Good,” I say as a smile grows on my face. “We actually had our second date this past weekend.”
Saraya’s jaw drops. “Wait, seriously?”
“Seriously,” I echo. “We were supposed to go out for dinner, but I woke up with a chronic pain flare up that morning.”
“Shit,” Saraya interrupts while wincing on my behalf.
“Yeah, it was rough,” I say casually. “When I texted Matt to cancel, he offered to come over to my house to take care of me. So, I had him come over.”
Saraya immediately sits up on her couch with wide eyes. “Shut the fuck up!”
I laugh before proceeding to dive into the details of the date. I explain how Matt came over with his dog at my insistence, the flowers and chocolate he brought over, and how he went to great lengths to comfort me through my chronic pain. Then I explain that he cleaned my house and bought groceries for me, and then carried me inside my home after we hung out in my backyard.
“I’m sorry, he did what?!”
“Saraya, I swear to God that happened!” I exclaim while laughing. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy do any of those things for me. It truly shocked me.”
Saraya sits in silence for a second, her eyes still wide as ever. “Holy fucking shit, Olivia.”
I nod. “I even told him I wasn’t used to someone doing all that for me, especially on a second date. But Matt was like, ‘I wanted to do those things,’ without a second thought. When he realized that I usually take care of others, he was like, ‘Since you take care of others so much, I want to take care of you.’.”
“He said that?” Saraya asks breathlessly.
“You bet,” I reply.
“Girl, I know it’s only been two dates, but…I think he’s a keeper.”
I burst out laughing.
“Do you know how many men wouldn’t have done all those things when their girlfriend’s in pain?” Saraya remarks. “The fact that he’s doing all that on the second date is huge!”
“Good point,” I say after musing this over for a moment. “Anyway, we watched a rom-com, and then…” I suddenly trail off.
Saraya raises her eyebrows. “What?”
I bite my lip. “You’re gonna judge me so hard.”
She figures out what I’m about to say. “He stayed over, didn’t he?!”
Despite wanting to deny it, I slowly nod.
Saraya cackles and squeals while I hang my head in shame.
“Nothing happened, okay?” I insist in a loud voice. “Even if I wanted to sleep with him- or even if he wanted to- there was no way that was gonna happen. I was in way too much pain for any of that nonsense.”
“Oh, I believe you,” Saraya says. She has seen me struggle with a chronic pain flare-up more than once, so she knows I’m not full of shit.
I hadn’t planned to ask Matt to stay the night. After we finished watching You’ve Got Mail, we decided to chat some more while laying on the couch. We each discussed our respective interests, debating over Taylor Swift’s music, and whether or not Matt would ever try watching a horror movie. We joked around in between, dragging the conversation longer than either of us had expected.
Feeling guilty for keeping him so long, I asked Matt if he wanted to order take-out and stay to eat.
“That way, we can have our ‘dinner date’,” I joked while using air quotes.
Matt chuckled. “I’d be happy to.”
I had paid for dinner, as well as paid Matt back for the groceries he bought. He tried to insist on paying for the former, but I refused.
“You’ve been so helpful and sweet,” I said. “Please let me thank you with free food.”
“Alright, if you insist,” Matt replied, nodding with a grin. “Thank you.”
After having dinner from one of my favourite local spots, Matt offered to take my dogs for a walk. I was able to join them despite my chronic pain still wreaking havoc on my neck and back. I pushed through it so we could enjoy a nice walk with our dogs. I knew I needed to get my body moving to work out some of the pain.
“Are you okay?” Matt asked no less than three times during our walk.
“I’m good,” I insisted every time. I furrowed my eyebrows at him the last time he brought it up.
Matt didn’t look convinced, but he stopped after he saw the stern look on my face.
Halfway through the walk, I glanced down at Matt’s empty left hand. I hesitated for a moment, but decided to take my chances. I threaded my fingers through his as nonchalantly as possible. My pulse throbbed in my neck at the sudden contact. His hand felt warm to the touch.
Matt held my hand without so much as a second thought. He glanced at me with a small smile.
“Don’t get too distracted,” I quipped.
“I’m trying,” he replied before looking ahead again.
Once we returned to my place, the sun had nearly set. The deep blue and purple sky was accented by a bright full moon and a few clouds milling about. A cool breeze cut through the air, rustling nearby trees that haven’t lost all their leaves yet.
“How are you feeling?” Matt asked once we settled down on my living room couch.
“Not as sore as before, but the pain is definitely still there,” I replied.
We watched Ash and Gary slowly trot into the living room. Ash collapsed on his large dog bed, while Gary lied on the floor behind him.
“We really tuckered them out,” Matt remarked with a chuckle.
I nodded. “Um…”
Matt turned to look at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice wavering.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. It’s just… No, forget it.”
Matt inched closer. “If you need something-”
“No, I’m okay,” I interrupted. “It’s just that I know it’s getting dark out, so I was thinking… Would you like to stay the night?”
I watched Matt raise his eyebrows. My heart hammered against my chest and my breath hitched in my throat.
“I wouldn’t normally suggest such a thing, especially on a second date. And I’m not trying to suggest anything sexual will happen, or that I want it to happen. I mean, I want to, don’t get me wrong. But I can’t because I’m in way too much pain to even think about fooling around. I’m not trying to suggest that we fool around, or…”
My frantic rambling abruptly ended with my face turning red and looking down at my lap. I silently berated myself for blabbing like a total idiot. Why did I have to go and do that?
“I’m so sorry, I-”
I felt Matt tilt my head up by my chin with one finger. I expected him to look annoyed or freaked out by my long-winded speech. Instead, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with a smile that crinkled the corners of his light blue eyes.
“Olivia, it’s okay,” he said, his voice steady. “I figured you weren’t suggesting anything. I’d be happy to stay over tonight.”
My heart rate slowed down to a steady rate right away as I exhaled. “Oh, thank God. I thought I went too far and made things weird.”
Matt chuckled before kissing my forehead. “No, you’re good. Besides, I’d rather stay in case you need anything.”
I smiled at the contact and the sentiment. “Are you sure he won’t mind?” I asked, nodding towards the dog bed.
Our eyes studied Ash and Gary, who were still exhausted from their walk.
“I don’t think Gary will mind too much,” Matt said, a silly smile plastered on his face.
So, Matt and I shared my master bedroom for the first time. I wanted him to hold me while we slept in my comfy king-sized bed, but I knew it would aggravate my chronic pain. We kept a bit of distance between us after sharing a sweet kiss goodnight. Ash and Gary slept on the bed, sprawled about on top of the covers.
I recount all of this to Saraya with growing giddiness. I don’t tell her how calming it felt to share a bed with Matt, or how I was able to fall asleep solely from the sound of him breathing beside me. I also don’t reveal how peaceful it felt to wake up beside him and share a good morning kiss like it’s something we’ve always done.
“I made him breakfast, since my body was feeling much better,” I say. “Then, he and his dog left not long after, even though Gary really didn’t wanna leave. He and Ash got along really well, and I think he didn’t want the fun to end.”
Saraya is smirking and wiggling about in her seat. “That’s hilarious. He sounds so sweet, though! Talk about a gentleman.”
“You’re right about that,” I say with a nervous giggle. “Honestly- and I know this is gonna sound terrible, so please don’t kill me- I didn’t expect him to do all of that. Coming over, doing nice things for me, staying the night…everything. It’s not that I thought he was an asshole. I just didn’t expect him to do all of that, you know? I’ve never had a guy who went so above and beyond for me.”
“He really did,” Saraya says, beaming. “I’m so happy for you, Olivia. He sounds like a great guy!”
“He has been- so far,” I reply.
Saraya frowns. “But?”
I sigh. “But I’m worried that we’re moving too fast. Like, I invited him to my fucking home for our second date! And yeah, he offered to come over first, but still. He did so much for me, and didn’t ask for anything in return. I don’t know, I just can’t stop thinking about all this.”
“That’s because you’re not used to being with such a great guy,” Saraya says. “The guy in your last relationship was shitty. Matt sounds like a breath of fresh air, if you ask me.”
“You’re absolutely right,” I laugh. “I told him that I’m gonna try to accept his help and let him take care of me.”
“Good,” Saraya says, her voice firm. “I know you- you don’t like asking for help unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
I wince at her brutal honesty. “You got that right.”
“When can I meet him?” Saraya asks, her giddiness back in full force.
“Girl, we’ve only been together for a week!” I exclaim with bewilderment.
Saraya raises her eyebrows. “So? I need to meet the guy who’s making my bestie so happy.”
My face heats up as I groan in disbelief. Saraya cackles in response.
“I don’t know when you’ll meet him,” I say. “But I will tell you this- I’m seeing him tomorrow.”
“Oh my God, yay!” Saraya squeals, clapping her hands and bouncing in her seat.
“We’re doing dinner, since that’s what we were originally gonna do for our second date,” I add. A smile grows on my face. “I really can’t wait to see him again.”
“Aww, I’m so happy for you!” Saraya exclaims. “That being said, I’ll fucking kill him if he breaks your heart.”
“No, you’ll have to get in line to do so,” I remark with a cackle.
Saraya joins in. “That makes more sense.”
I roll my eyes. Yet even as we’re laughing, something in my gut tells me that- as new as this relationship is- I don’t have to worry about the prospect of Matt breaking my heart.
***
I spend most of the following day working on the edits of my second book despite anxiety continuing to bloom in my chest over this date. I blast Taylor Swift music, only to switch to a lo-fi Spotify playlist when the lyrics to “Glitch” hit a little too close to home.
“Get a hold of yourself,” I mutter before focusing back on my manuscript.
Despite this plea, I can’t bring myself to fully focus on the task at hand. I manage to work through a few chapters before I have to call it a day to get ready.
I take my time curling my red hair and doing my makeup, making sure that my every detail looks just right. Once that’s done, I study my walk-in closet intensely to figure out what the hell to wear.
My heart instantaneously plummets to my stomach when a row of sundresses catch my eye. That awful date from last year pops into my head, playing like scenes from a bad movie. I can remember my nervous excitement about meeting Carlos over dinner, and then spotting him inside the busy restaurant. Then the image of his face when he stared at me like a circus freak appears. Finally, I recall how he gave me a flimsy excuse before hightailing it out of there, leaving me alone and embarrassed.
I can feel a pit growing at a violently fast rate the more I stare at the sundresses and remember the date- if it can even be called that. I force my gaze away from the clothes and take several deep breaths. Blood rushes in my ears as my body tingles all over.
I fall to the ground just as tears prick my eyes. I try to push them back, not wanting to ruin my freshly applied makeup. But a couple manage to sneak past my pathetic defenses, trailing my cheeks. I hastily wipe them away and take more deep breaths.
Deep down, I know I’m acting completely irrational. Not only does Matt know that I’m an amputee, he has likely seen photos online of me visibly wearing it from following me on social media. It’s not a secret to anyone who knows me, let alone him.
So, why am I freaking the hell out about this?
I lift my head and pat away any lingering wetness on my face. Slowly, I pull myself off from the ground. I need to let the past go, even if I’m still emotionally scarred. It’s not fair to Matt, and it’s not right for me to carry such baggage into a new relationship.
These thoughts persist in my head as I touch up my makeup from my brief breakdown, as well as when I change.
15 minutes later, I’m all ready for tonight’s date. I’m wearing a shimmery emerald green maxi dress with a slit up the right leg- the same leg as my prosthetic. I had hesitated when I spotted it in my closet, but I know this colour looks fantastic on me, and the cut of it is sexy and flattering on my petite figure. I add a cozy black cardigan to keep the fall weather from chilling me to the bone, and then finish off the look with a pair of black ballet flats.
I arrive at the restaurant within the hour to find Matt waiting for me outside. I hustle to the entrance, taking care to not trip and embarrass the hell out of myself. The minute he sees me, he breaks into a massive smile and envelopes me into a hug.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Oh, hi,” I say. For some reason, the compliment throws me off-kilter.
Matt studies me with a twinkle in his eye. I hold my breath when I notice his gaze land on my prosthetic leg for a split second. He then looks back at my face with a gaping expression, like a fish out of water.
“Olivia, you look amazing.”
Heat floods my face, but I try to keep my composure. I study his outfit- a sky blue long-sleeved button-up shirt, black jeans, and black running shoes. “Thank you. You look really handsome too.”
“Thanks! I was trying to impress you.”
I smirk. “Well it worked.”
We laugh before entering the restaurant- a local Italian place that’s fancy enough for nice attire, but casual enough that food prices aren’t through the roof. The hostess seats us near the back in a red leather booth.
“So, how was your day?” I ask.
“It was good,” Matt replies. “I had to go to the Performance Center to film a segment, and then I ended up staying to train just ‘cause. Figured I’m already there, so why not?”
“Makes sense,” I say with a nod.
Matt suddenly leans in. “How’s your second book coming along?” he asks in a low voice.
I snicker. “It’s going well, thank you for asking. It just needs a lot of editing before seeing the light of day.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Matt says as he sits back in his seat.
“Why’d you ask about it so hush-hush?” I ask against my better judgement.
“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel if I brought it up in public, so I figured it was better to be low-key,” he explains.
I nod. “I’m going to post the title and release date of it soon. And no, I’m not telling you any of that beforehand. If I do, my agent will stab me in the head with her stiletto heel.”
Matt bursts out laughing. “We can’t have that.”
“No, we cannot.”
Our conversation is interrupted by our server coming by to take our drink order.
“You really do look beautiful, by the way,” Matt remarks once our server leaves.
The heat that I had felt earlier returns to my face in full force. “Thank you- really. I know it’s not the most practical thing to wear in November, but I don’t care. I had a feeling you would like it.”
I cover my mouth to suppress a giggle. I added that last line just to get a reaction out of Matt. Sure enough, he clears his throat as his face turns pink.
“Clearly, I was right,” I tack on.
Matt nods with a smirk. “Green is your colour.”
A giggle slips from my mouth. “I know.”
Now we’re both laughing. My eyes flutter down to the table as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ears. I look back up in time to see Matt staring at me with a silly smile.
“You’re staring,” I point out.
Matt’s smile grows. “Can I be extremely honest with you?”
My heart beat starts to pick up the pace. “Of course.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my entire life.”
His words hit me like a splash of icy cold water to the face. My jaw drops and my eyes go wide simultaneously.
“Are you serious?” I croak
“Very,” Matt says.
Our server appears with our drinks in hand. I collect myself just enough to place my order.
I can’t help but let Matt’s words swirl around in my head. He has called me beautiful more than once by now, so it’s not a new compliment by any means. But saying I’m the most beautiful woman he has ever met is a rather bold statement. I want to believe his words, especially with the massive smile that he still has on his face. That being said, a sliver of doubt niggles in my stomach.
Did he only say that just to score extra brownie points? Or is it because he truly believes that?
I rest one hand on the table. Matt takes his as his cue to reach across to hold his hand in mine. I don’t pull away at his warm touch.
“I didn’t expect you to say that,” I admit. Despite my head screaming at me to not believe him, my heart wins this fight.
“Yeah, I figured,” Matt says, his chuckle soft.
“And thank you,” I add in a rush. “It really means a lot to me that you would say that. For what it’s worth, I’ve always thought that you’re really handsome.”
Matt’s face lights up more, which I didn’t think was possible. “You’ve got good taste,” he remarks.
My laugh is louder than expected, so I clamp one hand over my mouth.
“It must be the shirts I wear on TV that always show off my chest” Matt continues with a cocky smirk.
I shake my head in disbelief and pull my hand away from his. “Sure, let’s go with that.”
The rest of dinner continues in the same vein, with Matt and I trading flirty banter over yummy food. My face hurts from laughing and smiling so much from our respective snarky jabs. I make Matt laugh multiple times, and my heart swells more after each instance.
After our meal ends and the bill arrives, I insist on paying for everything. Matt tries to talk me out of it, but I quickly shut him down.
“Consider this repayment for everything you did on our last date,” I say, my posture suddenly stiff.
“But you paid for dinner on our last date!”
I pretend to not remember. “Did I? Oh well.”
Matt realizes I’m not about to back down, so he relents. “The next one is on me, though, okay?”
I grin and relax. “Fair enough.”
Once we exit the restaurant, I breathe in the early evening Orlando air. The sky is a lovely shade of indigo, complemented by a few fluffy white clouds. I stare in awe of the stunning sight.
“What’cha lookin’ at?”
I turn away from the horizon to find Matt eyeing me. I blush and look away.
“Sorry, I got distracted,” I say sheepishly. “It’s a pretty night.”
Matt traces my jaw with his finger. “It’s nowhere near as pretty as you.”
I snap my gaze up and roll my eyes. “Oh my God, Matt.”
“What? It’s the truth!” he argues, waving his hands about wildly.
Knowing that there’s no point in disagreeing with him, I nod in defeat. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”
Matt chuckles. “You make it pretty damn easy.”
I blink slowly and shake my head with a laugh. “Jesus Christ, these lines. If I didn’t know better, I would think I was in a romance novel or something.”
“But I’m making you laugh,” Matt points out.
“Yes, you are,” I admit.
“And that’s what matters,” he adds with a wink.
Matt walks me to my car, holding my hand like his life depends on it. My heart squeezes at the gesture while my legs carry me through the fairly packed parking lot.
“I really had an amazing time,” I say when we reach my car. “So, when can I see you again?”
“I wish I could say it’ll be soon,” Matt replies, “but I have to go on the road for some NXT live events both this weekend and the next. I leave tomorrow morning.”
My spirits dim. “Oh, I understand. It’s fine, we’ll figure it out,” I say in a rush. I silently pray that my disappointment isn’t too obvious.
Matt’s smile grows before he kisses me. My hands hold onto his face, not wanting this moment to end. When we break apart, he pulls me in for a hug.
“Let me figure out my schedule first,” he says, his tone soothing. “I promise you, I’m gonna move heaven and Earth to see my girlfriend again.”
My eyes dart up to meet his own. Even though we had discussed what this would look like on our first date, neither of us has used the term “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” until now. Hearing Matt refer to me as his girlfriend doesn’t unnerve me. Rather, it solidifies what exactly is going on between us.
“I look forward to seeing my boyfriend again,” I say with a shy smile.
Matt chuckles before leaning down to kiss me again. His lips linger on mine longer than before, and he tightens his grip around my waist. I almost moan when we break apart, but I bite the inside of my cheek to keep it from slipping out.
“Drive safe,” he remarks.
“You too.”
I get into my car and am about to shift it into gear when I hear a knock on my window. I look to find Matt flashing me a devilish smirk.
“Are you okay?” I ask once I lower the window.
He kisses me hard and fast, leaving me breathless.
“Just wanted to kiss you again, that’s all,” he replies.
I shake my head and laugh. “Goodnight, Matthew.”
“Goodnight, Olivia.”
As I drive out of the parking lot, one thought becomes crystal clear: I’m definitely in trouble with this man.
You and Grayson were sitting on sand and watched the sunset. You always enjoyed quality time with your boyfriend Grayson.
"I know we haven't talk a lot or spending with each other. All we have been doing is having sex. I want to show you that i'm not only here for sex part, I want to know my girlfriend more. Tell me something I don't know about you" Grayson said
"You are so sweet. Well one thing you don't know about me is that I love cooking that's one thing i love doing on my free time"
"Oh I definitely have to let you cook me something in the kitchen for me one day" Grayson said
"I would love to do that for you. Now tell me about you that not a lot of people don't know about you"
"Well before I become professional wrestler, I was high school teacher in Australia" Grayson said
"My boyfriend a high school teacher before he became Grayson Waller. I would love to be teaches by you. I feel like I will get in trouble all the time if you were my teacher. Were you still cocky prick that you are right now in WWE"
"You will be in trouble a lot if i was your teacher. I can tell you were troublemaker when you were in school. So I will have to discipline you. But when i was teaching, i try to be fun teacher because I know kids don't sit there for a long time but i did bring cocky side sometime when I was teaching" Grayson said
"I don't see you being fun teacher, just see you being an asshole. And for your information, I was good student in high school"
"Well I guess you were never find out. I'm sure you good student sunshine" Grayson responded with smirk on his face.
"You are such a dick"
"You still love me, just admit it" Grayson said
"Yeah I still love you"
Grayson pulled out water and some snacks from the small bag, he brought to beach with us. He made some sandwich and cut them in rectangles. We ate the sandwich and enjoy each other company. You looked at him and he looks at you, he wipe the mayo off your mouth before kissing you on the lip.
"So whenever we go to Australia, one my family will love you especially my mom and second once you go there, sometimes you don't want come back to this dump again" Grayson said
"I can't wait to go Australia with you, so I can meet your family. I like this dump, didn't you say Orlando reminds you of Australia baby"
"I can't wait to bring you there one day. And yes I did sadly" Grayson said
You put your hand on his beach short and gave him kiss on the lips and he kissed you back. You guys end up making out for a bit. You pulled back and look at each other.
"Before we go back home, let's go for a swim for a bit"
"I would love that. A little skinny dip before we head back home" Grayson said
"Babe, I love you but we aren't going skinny dipping when they are a lot of people here. Maybe next time"
"Okay fine. Let's go swimming" Grayson said
You and Grayson went for a swim for a bit. Grayson was holding you the whole time and kissing you too. You guys race each other on who is fastest swimmer. Grayson beat you by second, you guys got of the water and went to dry yourself.
"I almost beat in that swim race"
"I know babe. You need work on your footwork more and plus you going against someone who use to kill it in swimming competitions in Australian Survivor" Grayson said
"And yet you didn't win Survivor"
"That's true but I did win something tho" Grayson said
"Which is"
He walked towards you, pulled you in and give you a kiss.
"I won you. That what matters" Grayson said
"Aww babe, you are so sweet. I love you"
"I love you too" Grayson said
You gave him a kiss on the lip and he kissed you back. Grayson put the water in the bag, zipped it up and the bag on his shoulder. He extended his hand out and you grab his hand and you guys walked to home. We got in the place and changed out of bathing suits into PJs. We got in bed, Grayson cuddled you and kissed you on the neck.
"If you are going running tomorrow morning, can you wake me up"
"Yes I can. You want to go running with me" Grayson said
"Yes, I want to spend as much time with you until you have to go to travel for work"
"Okay. I will set alarm for 5am for us, does that sound good" Grayson said
"Yes it does"
"Okay, let's get some sleep" Grayson said
Grayson and you fall asleep.
Grayson POV
The alarm goes off 5am, I turn off the alarm and look over to my left and my girlfriend is ready up.
"Good morning babe. You ready for our run" she responded while putting on her sports bra.
"Yes I am. Let me change first and then we can go"
I put some basketball short on and my running shoe, I fix my hair a bit and look at my girlfriend.
"You ready to go" She said
"Yes I am"
We left my place and ran for 5k, it was good spending with my girlfriend before I have to go fly to Dallas, Texas for Monday Night Raw. We finished our 5k run, we headed back to my place and we both headed to the shower together. After we finished taking the shower, we got ready for work. I put some ripped jeans and hoodie on, pack my suitcase for work.
"Babe you ready to go"
"I will be done in 5 minutes" she said
I zipped up my suitcase and waiting for my girlfriend to finished with her makeup. She comes out the bathroom looking stunning. I can feel my cock slowly getting hard.
"My girlfriend looks sexy today"
"Thank you. Let me drop you to airport and then I will head to work" she said
"No problem sunshine and sounds good"
We grab our stuff and headed out. I locked my place and we headed to the car. Y/N drove me to the airport before she headed to work. We arrived at the airport, I got out of the car to get my suitcase and she got out of the car to give me kiss goodbye.
"Have safe flight and text me when you land" she said
"I will. Text me or call me if you need anything"
"I will. I love you" she said
"I love you too sunshine"
I give her kiss and the lip and give her hug and walked inside the airport. My girlfriend drove to work.
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Your POV
You wake up around like 7am and saw Grayson wasn't in bed at all. All sudden you heard someone opening the front door. You saw someone walking in the room, it was Grayson shirtless all sweaty as well. He came to you to gave you kiss on the lip.
"Good Morning Sunshine" Grayson said
"Good morning. How was your run"
"It was really good. I ran 10 miles this morning" Grayson said
"That's awesome babe"
"Yeah feeling good" Grayson said
You got out of the bed and headed to bathroom but you can get to the bathroom, Grayson grabbed you from the wrist.
"Is this everything okay between you and I" Grayson continued
"Yeah why"
"I'm just making sure you acting a bit moody this morning" Grayson said.
"I'm just tired, I'm not feeling well today. But I have to get ready for work"
"Take day off and let Travis take care of the place. I will take care of you" Grayson said
"I would too but i promise my dad that came to work not fool around all the time. This is nothing against you"
"I totally understand. You want to prove to your dad that you can work hard. I admire that a lot from you" Grayson said
"Thank you for understanding babe. We can do something when I get home from work"
"You're welcome. You can take my car to drive to work, if you want" Grayson said.
"Thank you babe. I love you"
"I love you too" Grayson said
"I'm going to take a shower and get ready for work"
"Sounds good" Grayson said
You went to take a shower and get ready for bed. You weren't that sick to your stomach, you were just upset that Grayson is keeping secrets from you and you didn't like it. You know that you and Grayson has been only dating for 3 months, it just feels like you don't anything about him another than he's good in bed. You got out of the shower and put on your work clothes and done your makeup. You got out of bathroom and grab work bag. You looked at Grayson and he looks at you with smile.
"I'm off to work but I will see you later"
"Sounds good baby. I will be here" Grayson said
"I love you"
"I love you too" Grayson said
You grab his car keys to his car and headed to work. As I was about to leave, Grayson pulled you in for a kiss.
"Quick question before you leave" Grayson said
"What's that"
"Dream place to go and did you want Chinese for dinner" Grayson asked
"The dream place to go probably Maldives or Italy and Chinese is fine with me"
"Okay sounds good. Have a good day at work baby. Love you" Grayson said
"Thank you. I love you too"
You give him a kiss and went to work.
Grayson POV
I called my best mate Kreser for some advice, he answered the FaceTime.
"Yo what's good brother" Kerser said
"Nothing just chilling at home and you"
"Spending time with Sarah" Kerser said
"Do you mind if I talk to her a second"
"Yeah sure, let me get her" Kerser said
Kerser went to get to Sarah for you to talk. She toke a seat on the beach chair on the balcony.
"What's up Grayson" Sarah said
"Nothing much. Can you ask you something"
"Of course. You and Y/N didn't break up right" Sarah said
"No, we are still together but my question is about her tho"
"Okay......... what did you do" Sarah asked
"I don't think I did anything but this morning she feel off but when I ask her everything is good between her and I. She said we are good"
Sarah sighs and gives me a look like she about ask me serious questions.
"I'm going to ask you a question and I want to be honest with me" Sarah said.
"Okay"
"When is the last you guys sat down with each other and talk about life" Sarah asked
I had to think for a bit.
"Hmm about 2 weeks ago"
"I see, when the last time you guys had sex" Sarah asked
"Two days ago"
"Ah okay. My advice to you is get to know her more and start expressing your feelings for her because she will eventually find out that you only care about her body. Which I know you don't. You are good guy Grayson and I can see you make my best friend happy. Don't ruin that. Get to know her" Sarah said
"I will do that for sure. Thank you for sharing this with me and giving me advice"
"Of course. I want to see you guys happy together. If you have any questions at all, just text me or call and I got you. Don't worry I will get your best friend send you my number"
"Okay sounds good. Thank you. Have a good night"
"Have a good night as well" Sarah said.
I hang up the FaceTime and looked at your phone and it 3pm. I decided to go for a run before my girlfriend gets home from work.
Your POV
Today at the dealership was busy, customers were coming in and out. All sudden you heard your phone vibrating in your pocket. You toke it out of your pocket and look at it. It was message from Grayson.
Babe: hey sunshine, I was thinking maybe we can go to the beach enjoy the sun but most of all spend quality time with each other. Let me know what you think. Love you so much.
You: I would love that. I have to get back to work but I love you and I will see you soon.
Grayson: Sounds good. I love you too sunshine.
You put your phone in your pocket and continue working on the paperwork. Travis came to your desk and put files on your desk.
"So I just finished looking for all the new cars and there is few cars coming soon. I think we should try to get them" Travis said
"Yeah we will definitely but right now we need focus on the cars, we have right now"
"Yeah I totally agree. Is everything good with you" Travis asked
"Yes everything is good. Just tired that's all"
"I see. there is nothing going on with you and your boyfriend Grayson" Travis said
I stop what i was doing and looked at Travis.
"Everything is fine with my boyfriend and I. Like I said I'm just tired. Is anything else you need or no"
"No, I just want to make sure you are okay" Travis said
"Okay good"
Travis toke the files and head back to his office. You toke your phone out of your pocket and text your boyfriend Grayson.
You: Hey Babe, can I call you for second? I need to rant about work.
Babe: Of course you can babe. I'm just getting ready for our beach day.
You got out of your chair and went outside to call your boyfriend Grayson. Grayson answered the phone.
"Hey sunshine, is everything okay" Grayson asked
"Yeah, just stressed out and Travis is getting on nerves"
"What is he doing? Do I need to put some sense to him" Grayson asked.
"He keep asking about our relationship which it's none of his business. No it's fine but i appreciate you tho"
"You just need set boundaries with him if he keeps asking about us. The only people that can ask about our relationship is our friends and family" Grayson said
"Yeah you are right. I should get back to work but I see you in 30 minutes. Thank you for letting me rant about this"
"Of course sunshine. You are my girlfriend and my everything, i'm always going to be here if you need to talk. Sounds good. I love you" Grayson said
"You are amazing. I love you too"
You hang up the phone and went inside to finish the paperwork. Travis came down with stuff.
"I'm heading home. Is there anything you need to do before I go" Travis said.
"Yes, when you come in tomorrow I need start people to start working with us. Could be nice to have staff with us"
"I'm on it. I will do that first thing in the morning. Anything else" Travis said
"Yes we will talk about it another day. Have a good night"
"Okay have a good night. See you tomorrow" Travis said.
"See you tomorrow"
Travis left the office and went home, you finished the last paperwork before you packed up. You finished the paperwork, faxed it to your dad. You pack your stuff, locked up the dealership and walked to the car. You got in the car and text your man.
You: I'm on my way. See you soon baby ❤️❤️
Babe: See you soon. Drive safe ❤️❤️
You put your phone in your bag, you started the car and started driving.
Grayson POV
I was in the kitchen packing some water, sunscreen and snacks for the beach day with my beautiful girlfriend. I heard the front door open and I see my beautiful girlfriend entering my place. She came over and give me a kiss on the lip.
"Hello my love, how was work"
"Work was alright" she replied
"Good. I'm packing few things for our beach day. I put down bathing suits that you can wear at the beach. Pick your favourite outfit to wear and we will head out"
"Okay. I will be back in 10 minutes" she said
"I will be here"
My girlfriend went to get changed in her bathing suit and I was scrolling on my phone. When I was about to post picture on instagram, she came out of the room wearing this:
"Babe you look sexy"
"Thank you" She responded with a smile.
"You're welcome. You ready to go"
"Yes I am ready" she said
I had to calm down my cock because it was hard. I grab the small bag, take my girlfriend hand and we went to the beach. As we were heading to the beach, my phone started ringing, I looked at it and it was from work. I looked at my girlfriend and smiled at me.
"I will take this. it won't take long. I promise"
"Okay. take your time" she said
I gave her kiss on the cheek and answered the phone. it was quick talk to WWE creative, I ended the call and put my phone on do not disturb.
"Okay I'm ready to go"
We went to the beach, settle down on the sand and watching the sunset.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 22
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
Matt - October 2022
I’m finishing breakfast when I get a text from Olivia.
Olivia: Hey, I’m really sorry, but I can’t go on our date tonight. I woke up with a lot of chronic pain that’s making it almost impossible for me to function like a normal human being. I swear I’m not trying to get out of going out with you because I REALLY want to. But I’m in way too much pain to do anything but lie on the couch and rot. I’m so so so sorry, I feel awful. If you’re upset with me, I totally understand.
My heart sinks reading her message. I hate how she feels like she has to apologize for something that she can’t control. None of it- the chronic pain itself or the timing- is her fault whatsoever. It kills me to see how worried she is about upsetting me.
Matt: I’m sorry to hear that you’re in pain. Is there anything I can do to help make it go away?
The reply comes almost instantly.
Olivia: No it’s okay, I don’t want to bother you.
I frown as I type my response.
Matt: You’re not bothering me, I promise. I’ve got nothing going on today, so I’m happy to come over and take care of you if you wish.
Once I hit send, I curse under my breath. I don’t doubt that Olivia can take care of herself- she’s a strong woman who also strikes me as being super independent. The last thing I want to do is imply that she’s unable to take care of herself.
Then again, she shouldn’t have to feel as though she has to deal with her chronic pain alone. No one should go through this, especially someone as sweet as Olivia. Why not offer to help her out?
Olivia: Are you sure?
Matt: Positive. I’m not saying you can’t take care of yourself, but I’d be happy to come over and help however possible.
Olivia: Tell you what- you can come over under one condition.
I knit my eyebrows together and stare at my phone in confusion. I’m about to ask what that condition is when I get another text.
Olivia: You have to bring your dog.
I chuckle before glancing over at Gary. He’s chewing on a toy from his bed, the loud squeaks echoing throughout my apartment.
Matt: That’s it?
Olivia: Yep! Since you’re gonna meet Ash, it’s only fair that I get to meet Gary, don’t you think?
My face breaks out into a smirk.
Matt: I agree. What time would you like me to come over?
Olivia: Anytime, honestly. I’m not going anywhere lol
I check the time- it’s just after eight AM.
Matt: I’ll be there around noon, if that works?
Olivia: Sure! Don’t feel like you have to rush over tho. Like I said, I’m not going anywhere.
Matt: No worries
After Olivia texts me her address and the code to get for her gated community, I look back at Gary. He catches my gaze and stops chewing on his toy to stare back at me.
“Enjoy relaxing for now, lad,” I say, “‘cause we’ve got a good day in store.”
***
I arrive at Olivia’s home just before noon with Gary in tow. She had texted me to say that her front door was unlocked, so I could just come on in. The fact that she would leave her door unlocked unnerves me, despite the fact that she lives in what looks like a very nice gated community. All of the houses I passed were big and looked expensive, including Olivia’s.
As I sit inside my car in the paved driveway of her black concrete home with white trim, I exhale loudly and roll my shoulders. A shudder races up my spine as my heart thuds against my rib cage. I shouldn’t be this fucking nervous; it’s not like I’m showing up to her home unannounced. Yet the fact that she feels comfortable enough to have me here is a huge deal.
Despite my growing nerves, I can’t help but smile. Even if the circumstances of our second date have changed, I’m eager to see Olivia again.
I carry Gary in one arm and a bag of groceries in my other hand as I stroll up the short white ramp to Olivia’s front door. It takes a minute for me to open it due to juggling so much in my hands.
“Hello?”
“Hi!” I greet with a big smile.
I spot Olivia from a distance, lying on her couch. She nudges her dog, who’s lying beside her, and he lifts his head up instantly. It takes Ash a minute to spot me, but he doesn’t hide his excitement in seeing me. He’s quick to come over and greet me with a wagging tail.
“Don’t worry, he’s super friendly,” she says as she tries to get up.
“Stay there,” I reply, setting the bag down on a side table. “I’ll come to you.”
I waste no time locking up and taking my shoes off, paying no mind to Ash and Gary sniffing each other. I hustle over to Olivia, who’s visibly wincing.
“You don’t need to get up,” I say.
Olivia’s frown is a mixture of frustration and guilt. “I’m really sorry, I-”
I gently kiss the top of her head. “Please don’t apologize.”
It’s only when I look at Olivia that I take in her appearance. Her long, red hair is down and messy, like it hasn’t been brushed in a while. She has on her black glasses, and her face is free of makeup. She’s wearing a black bleach tie-dye sweatshirt that appears to be two or three sizes too big because she’s swimming in it. A white throw blanket covers the rest of her petite frame.
“I got you some stuff,” I say.
Olivia grins. “Oh?”
I leave momentarily to grab the grocery bag. I pull out a bouquet of sunflowers and a couple of Milky Way chocolate bars.
“I know it’s not much, but I thought they would cheer you up,” I add.
“Thank you! Wait, how did you know sunflowers are my favourite?” Olivia asks. “Or that I love Milky Ways?”
“Your tattoo gave the first one away,” I explain sheepishly. “As for the chocolate, I remember you mentioning it was your favourite a while ago.”
Olivia sits back on the couch, her mouth slightly ajar. “I don’t even remember telling you that.”
I chuckle as I recall her telling me she loves Milky Way chocolate bars. It was during one of our exchanges over Instagram that had turned into a game of 20 Questions.
“Jesus, your memory is better than mine,” she says after I reveal this. “Thank you for all this, though- really. There’s an empty vase on the kitchen counter that you can use for the flowers.”
“You’re welcome,” I reply before kissing her head again.
It only takes me a few minutes to cut and arrange the flowers for Olivia. Once I’m done, I silently take in the large kitchen. Everything in this kitchen- from the white wooden cupboards to the white granite countertops, to the high-end appliances to the touches of gold throughout the room- makes it all look and feel expensive. It looks like a kitchen that belongs in a home improvement magazine. Yet some stray crumbs and a beige note pad on the counter show that this room isn’t just for show.
As I scan my surroundings, I hear Olivia talking to Gary in a baby voice. I return to the living room to see him trotting about on the couch. His tail is wagging furiously as she pets him.
“Gary,” I chastise.
“He’s allowed up here,” she says without a care.
“I don’t want him to hurt you.”
“He won’t.”
Still, I sit on the large white couch that’s laid out like a bed with my eyes fixated on Gary. My body sinks into the comfy fabric before grabbing him. Excitement is vibrating off his small body, making him squirm fiercely in my hands.
“Calm down, lad,” I scold.
When I let him go, he climbs into Olivia’s lap. I’m about to grab him again, but she waves me away.
“He’s not hurting me, I promise,” she insists.
She strokes Gary’s head once he curls up onto her lap. I watch her face, only to notice her wince when she shifts to sit back on the couch.
“Don’t you dare move him,” she adds, gesturing to Gary.
I nod despite my growing concerns.
Ash suddenly appears a moment later, his tongue out from panting. He hops up on her right to lie beside her. She’s quick to pet his head with her other hand.
“This is nice,” she remarks. “If I wasn’t in pain, it would be even better.”
I inch closer and tuck some of her hair behind her ear. Olivia looks over and snickers.
“I wasn’t trying to ignore you, I swear.”
“It’s all good. At least you’re not ignoring me for another guy.”
She glances down at the dogs before looking back at me. “I mean…technically, I kinda did.”
I chuckle at her joke, which she joins in. Her laughter dies soon after and is now replaced with a guilty expression. She looks away from me.
“I know this isn’t what you had in mind for our second date,” she says in a quiet voice.
My heart sinks watching Olivia shrink into herself. I shift my body so that we’re almost touching. It’s only when I’m closer that I notice her silently crying. Tears are already welling up in her eyes.
“Hey,” I say, reaching to touch her face.
Olivia shrinks even more. “I’m so sorry.”
My hand grazes her chin as my heart sinks further. I hate seeing this beautiful, kind woman cry over something she has no control of. She can’t help the circumstances that led to her being in immense pain, nor can she stop the pain with the snap of her fingers. Yet she’s still blaming herself for it because it affected our second date, like she expects me to be furious that we had to change plans.
“It’s okay,” I say gently. “I don’t care where we go or what we do. Honestly, I just really wanted to see you again.”
Olivia’s watery gaze returns to me. “Really?”
“Really,” I say with a nod.
“You’re too kind,” Olivia replies, a small grin growing on her face. “Thank you for being so sweet.”
I wipe a couple of her tears away from her face, being careful not to smudge the square lens of her glasses. I can’t stop Olivia’s pain, but I’m going to do my damndest to make her life easier while I’m here.
“You look beautiful, by the way,” I say.
Olivia snickers and shakes her head. “I look like hell.”
“No, you’re beautiful,” I insist with a newfound edge in my voice. “I mean it.”
“Well, thank you,” Olivia replies. “You can touch me, if you want. I don’t bite…much.”
Smirking, I use this as permission to close the gap between us. My arm wraps around her shoulders, taking extra care not to jostle her. The last thing I want to do is accidentally hurt her more. I kiss her temple and rest my chin on top of her head.
“I’ve got you.”
Olivia slowly shifts so she can look up at me. “Thank you- really. I needed this.”
“Of course,” I say. “So, what can I do to help? I don’t mind doing anything to help you out.”
“Are you sure?” Olivia asks with hesitation.
I grab her hand and kiss it. “Positive.”
Soon enough, Olivia tells me what she needs help with. The tasks are simple enough- tidying up her house before going on a grocery run.
“I swear I was gonna do all those things before our date,” she insists after rhyming off each objective. “If it’s too much of a bother-”
“It’s not a bother,” I say with a smile. “Before I start, though, I wanna ask- do you need anything for the pain?”
Olivia shakes her head. “I’ve taken some meds and have a heating pad going on my back. I know it’s not much, but I’ve already done my old physio exercises earlier. I’ll do them again later too. But thank you for asking.”
“Of course,” I reply. “If you need anything, please get me. Don’t tough it out for my sake, please?”
I sense some hesitation from Olivia, but she nods anyway. “Okay.”
With that, I start by cleaning most of Olivia’s house. She asks that I leave her office untouched (“The mess in my office is organized chaos.”), and the basement (“I cleaned it the other day, so it’s fine.” After pointing me in the direction of her cleaning supplies, I get to work.
Olivia’s home is larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The living room is even bigger than the kitchen. There’s also a small den, furnished only with a flat-screen TV, a comfy-looking black couch, and a small black coffee table. It looks hardly used compared to the living room Olivia is currently sitting in.
Another room on the main level contains a home library, complete with white floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that cover two walls and a step stool. A large white lounge chair sits against a bare wall, complete with matching pillows and a baby pink fuzzy throw blanket. A short pink shelf and a bouquet of fake flowers sit beside the chair. One wall consists mainly of a large window that’s furnished with light pink curtains. A white fluffy faux fur rug sits on the cherry-coloured hardwood floors.
The second floor doesn’t disappoint either. There are four extra bedrooms on top of the master bedroom, with the latter including an ensuite and a sizable walk-in closet. The colours of the master bedroom are identical to the living room and kitchen- white with touches of gold sprinkled here and there. The small crystal chandelier, the bedside lamp, night stand, and many other pieces of furniture are gold, adding an air of luxury to the room. The black-and-white polka-dotted duvet sits atop a king-sized mattress, along with an array of pillows that are either black or white. The ensuite is lavish, complete with a large bath tub, a glass shower, and a large white marble sink. A peek in the walk-in closet confirms just how spacious I had suspected it to be. Each room, including the stairs, are covered in soft, cream carpet.
The four guest bedrooms are identical in decor- dark grey walls, white carpet, black bedding, and black or white furniture. The second-floor bathroom follows this colour scheme too with dark grey walls, white tile flooring, and black or white fixings. There’s no bath tub, but there is a glass shower and a large black sink. The counter is made out of black marble and appears to be expensive and heavy.
I notice a closed door at the end of the hallway after cleaning most of the second floor. I don’t have to open it to know that it’s Olivia’s office. As tempted as I am to take a peek, I decide against it. It’s not that I think she’s hiding something bad from me- I’m just curious as hell. Still, I want to respect her wishes and not ruin her trust.
When I finally finish cleaning, I find the grocery list on the kitchen counter and double check to ensure that nothing is missing. Once Olivia confirms that it’s good to go, I kiss her goodbye and leave.
An hour later, I return to Olivia’s home with groceries in hand. Fortunately, her kitchen is organized so well that it doesn’t take much guesswork for me to figure out what goes where. I don’t waste any time putting items away.
I enter the living room to find Olivia not sitting on the couch anymore. My heart slams against my rib cage, only to calm down when I spot a flash of red hair in the backyard.
I slip outside to find Olivia sitting on a white patio chair, staring at her large lawn. My eyes follow her gaze to Ash and Gary, running around like a couple of maniacs.
“They needed to go outside,” Olivia explains.
“Are you feeling a bit better?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Not really.”
I frown. “I’m sorry, I would’ve taken them outside when I came back.”
“No, it’s okay,” Olivia says, glancing in my direction. “You did me a massive favour by doing those things. Thank you so much for doing that.”
“Of course,” I reply while taking a seat in another patio chair. “You have a beautiful home, by the way.”
Olivia smiles. “Thank you.”
I hear a loud bark cut through the air. Olivia laughs it off while I whip my head in the direction of the noise. Ash and Gary have stopped running and are standing across from one another.
“That was Ash,” she explains. “I don’t know if I mentioned it, but he’s deaf. So, his barking is rather loud and off-key.”
“I’ve never heard a dog bark like that,” I remark with a chuckle.
We watch Gary bark a couple of times in front of Ash. Ash responds by tilting his head to one side, looking puzzled as hell by the smaller dog’s actions.
“He knows Gary’s barking at him, but he can’t hear it,” Olivia adds. “It’s either gonna piss Gary off, or he won’t care. Other dogs always respond one of those two ways to Ash not reacting to their barking.”
My eyes stay locked on the two dogs, who continue to stare at each other. They resume running around and playing like nothing happened a few minutes later.
Olivia and I laugh at our dogs playing on the lawn. The fenced-in backyard itself is quite spacious. The wooden deck we’re sitting on leads to a big rectangle in-ground pool, which is currently covered. The pool has a light blue lining, and is surrounded by white soapstone. Besides that, there’s enough green grass for any dog to enjoy. A wooden shed sits in one corner of the yard. On its right is the fence; on the left is a patch of untouched soil.
The dogs suddenly approach us, signalling that they’re ready to go inside.
“I got it,” I say, opening the sliding glass door for them to get back into the house.
I hear Olivia cry out in pain, forcing me to whip my head around.
“Stay there,” I insist firmly.
Olivia opens her mouth to argue, but I reach her in a flash.
“Let me carry you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to.”
My words make Olivia pause. “I…thank you.”
Slowly, I pick her up bridal-style and carry her in the house. I place her back on the couch and tuck her back into the throw blanket. I sit beside her while the dogs resume playing in the living room.
“Thank you for cleaning,” she says. “I know it’s a lot-”
“I don’t mind one bit,” I interject.
Olivia nods. She looks down and fiddles with the cuff of her sweatshirt. I watch silently while the dogs continue their shenanigans.
“I’m not used to this,” she pipes up.
“What do you mean?” I ask, frowning. Yet even as I say that, I have an idea as to what she’s talking about.
“I’m not used to someone doing all these nice things for me,” Olivia replies. “Don’t get me wrong- my friends are great, and they do check in and help me from time to time. But I’ve never had someone do so much for me- especially on a second date. I mean, you brought me flowers and chocolate, cleaned my house, got groceries for me, carried me inside because I’m in too much pain to walk…” She pauses to grin. “You didn’t have to do all of that.”
It kills me to hear Olivia’s words. I tuck a strand of her red hair behind her ear as a sad smile grows on my face. She looks up with surprise at this tender gesture. A frown appears when she reads my facial expression.
“I wanted to do all those things,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I promise you, Olivia, I want to take care of you. I want to be here for you, even when you’re in pain or just having a bad day. None of it is a bother, okay? I’ll tell you a million times if I have to.”
Olivia nods. “I’m sorry, I…I don’t want to come off as ungrateful for everything you’ve done. That’s not at all what I’m trying to do. I just…I don’t know, I feel guilty. It sounds stupid, I know. The funny part is that, if the roles were reversed, I would be insisting to help and take care of you. I would’ve done exactly what you did- come over and help with whatever you need without hesitation.”
A new thought hits me. “You’re not used to others taking care of you because you’re the one usually taking care of them.”
“You hit the nail on the head,” Olivia proclaims while breaking out into a smirk. “I like taking care of other people.”
“I don’t doubt that,” I reply. “It’s just- since you take care of others so much, I want to take care of you.”
Olivia’s light green eyes grow wide. Her jaw drops a little and she clutches the throw blanket in her hands.
I lean in and place one finger under her chin to tilt her head up. I place a gentle kiss on her lips, lingering so I can focus on how she tastes. There’s a hint of bitterness, followed by a burst of sweetness from her mouth. I want to chase that taste, but I pull away so I can look her dead in the eye.
“I know it’s easy for me to say that, so I plan to show you that I mean it,” I say.
Olivia’s face lights up. Her beautiful smile- the same one I first saw when we met just a few days ago- appears.
“Thank you, Matt. I really appreciate you saying that. I’m gonna try hard to accept you wanting to help. If I screw up, please bear with me. It’s not that I’m trying to be difficult, it’s just that I’m used to being on my own for so long. That being said…you don’t have to stay if you have somewhere you need to be, okay?”
I chuckle while stroking Olivia’s cheek with my thumb. “The only plans I had tonight was to see you again.”
She laughs. “In that case, you can stay as long as you like.”
“I’m good with that,” I say, tucking myself under the throw blanket. The soft fabric relaxes me in an instant.
“Do you wanna watch a movie? You can pick, as a thank you for everything.”
“Oh, I’m totally down! You sure you don’t wanna pick?”
Olivia giggles nervously. “Do you like horror movies?”
My excitement falters, which makes her laugh harder.
“That’s what I thought,” she adds.
“I appreciate you being so considerate,” I say. “Before I pick, though, I wanna ask- do you need anything else?”
Oliviai thinks for a minute. “Actually, there is one more thing.”
I immediately perk up. “Yeah?”
“I need another kiss, please.”
My body relaxes as I chuckle. “I’d be happy to do that.”
I lean down and kiss Olivia’s lips again. We break apart in time for Ash and Gary to stroll over to the couch. Olivia beckons them to join us. They hop up and lie by Olivia’s legs, with Ash lying beside her right leg while Gary claims a spot between them.
A few minutes later, we’re all settled in to watch You’ve Got Mail. I move closer to Olivia and place one hand on her thigh. She reciprocates the gesture by leaning in to rest her head on my chest. My heart relaxes upon feeling her touch. I smile and kiss the top of her head. I can feel her sigh softly, which only makes me smile harder.
Our second date may have gone in a totally different direction, but it doesn’t bother me one bit. Just being with Olivia- seeing her, touching her, kissing her, and being there for her- is all I need to be happy. Sitting in her home, watching a good movie while our dogs chill with us on the couch feels just right.
I look away from the movie to watch Olivia. Her eyes are fixated on the TV as Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan chat over the internet. She’s still leaning against my chest, looking content as she watches the film. If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t be able to tell that she’s in pain.
My gaze goes back to the TV. I try to focus on the movie, but I can’t stop the thoughts swirling about in my head. My feelings for Olivia are intense, which is both exciting and terrifying. It’s exciting because I want all of her- the good and the bad. I want to continue this long after today ends.
Yet at the same time, it’s terrifying to know that my feelings for her are already so intense. Olivia had said I didn’t scare her after I spilled my guts on our first date, but I’m not so sure that’s the truth. She could have said that just to spare my feelings. I know I need to tread carefully from here on out so that I don’t cause her to run away screaming bloody murder.
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