certified handsome. blurb collection.
featuring: cody rhodes. roman reigns. seth rollins. gunther. bron breakker. bronson reed. la knight. dominik mysterio. cm punk. damian priest. jey uso. solo sikoa. grayson waller. xavier woods. kofi kingston. drew mcintyre. randy orton. oba femi. ethan page. jimmy uso. sami zayn. jd mcdonagh. kevin owens. joe hendry. finn balor. austin theory.
synopsis: a simple tiktok trend turns into something a lot more personal when you hand out certified handsome stickers backstage. what starts as a joke quickly becomes a soft, flustering moment for some of wwe’s biggest stars, especially when the sticker comes from you, their roster crush. from smug grins to stunned silence, every reaction proves one thing: confidence hits different when it’s earned from the person who matters most.
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CODY RHODES
you hadn’t planned on making a big deal out of it.
it was just a sticker, something silly you’d picked up after seeing it all over your feed. certified handsome, bold letters and all. a joke. a little confidence boost. you handed a few out earlier in the day to mixed reactions, laughs, exaggerated poses, dramatic thank-yous.
cody was different.
you caught him backstage, half out of his gear, towel slung over his shoulder as he scrolled through his phone. he looked up when you said his name, that familiar, gentle smile already there like it had been waiting for you.
"hey" he said, easy. warm.
you held the sticker out between your fingers. "i, uh, this is dumb" you started, already second-guessing yourself. "but i’m giving these out."
he looked at the sticker, then back at you. his brow creased slightly in curiosity before he laughed, soft and surprised.
"well" he said, setting his phone down, "that’s a first."
you asked if it was okay before sticking it on him, and that made his smile change, smaller, more thoughtful. he nodded anyway.
when you pressed the sticker to his chest, just above his heart, his breath hitched so quietly you almost missed it.
"certified handsome" he read aloud, like he was testing the words. then he chuckled, shaking his head. "that’s incredibly kind of you."
you told him it was true. that you meant it. you meant more than just the joke.
his ears turned pink.
for a moment, he didn’t say anything. he just looked down at the sticker, thumb brushing the edge carefully, like he was afraid it might peel away if he didn’t treat it gently. when he finally met your eyes again, there was something softer there, something earnest and unguarded.
"you know" he said quietly, "coming from you that means a lot."
later, when you passed his locker on your way out, you noticed the sticker again, no longer on his chest, but pressed neatly onto his bag. centered. smoothed flat.
like it was exactly where he wanted it.
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ROMAN REIGNS
you should’ve known better than to approach roman with something like this and expect it to stay casual.
he was leaning against a production crate when you found him, arms crossed, jaw set, already carrying that quiet authority that made the space feel smaller. his eyes tracked you the moment you stepped closer, slow and knowing.
"come here" he said, low, like it wasn’t a request.
you held up the sticker before your nerves could stop you. certified handsome. you tried to play it off like a joke, like you weren’t suddenly very aware of how close he was.
roman glanced at the sticker, unimpressed, until his gaze flicked back to you.
a smirk tugged at his mouth. "you givin’ these to everybody" he asked, voice smooth, "or am i special?"
you told him it depended on his reaction.
that earned you a quiet laugh, deep in his chest. he straightened, looming just enough to make your pulse jump, and tapped his chest once with his fingers.
"well?" he said. "you gonna put it on me, or just stare?"
you stepped closer, close enough to feel his warmth, and pressed the sticker against his chest. his hand came up immediately, covering yours, not stopping you, just holding you there. letting the moment stretch.
"certified handsome" he read, slow. deliberate.
his thumb brushed your knuckles before he finally let go. "that’s dangerous" he said, eyes locked on yours. "you know what you’re doin’ to me with that?"
you shrugged, trying to look innocent. "just telling the truth."
roman leaned in then, just enough for his voice to drop even lower. "yeah" he murmured. "and comin’ from you?"
another smirk. this one sharper. possessive.
he glanced down at the sticker once more before looking back at you. "guess i gotta keep it" he said. "gotta remind everyone who saw it first."
as you walked away, you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.
and you didn’t miss the way he never took the sticker off.
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SETH ROLLINS
you’d barely said his name before seth was already grinning.
"whatever you’re about to do" he said, eyes lighting up, "i’m in."
you held up the sticker, bright and ridiculous between your fingers. certified handsome.
he froze for half a second.
then he clutched his chest like he’d been shot. "oh my god" he gasped. "i’ve been recognized."
you laughed, already regretting this a little as he stepped closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. "is that official wwe merchandise?" he asked. "because if it is, i need ten."
you told him he only got one.
"well that’s tragic" he sighed dramatically. "but i suppose i’ll accept this great honor." he puffed his chest out and struck a pose. "where do you want it?"
you reached for his shoulder, and the instant you touched him, his voice dropped, still playful, but quieter now. "careful" he said. "you’re gonna make me think this means something."
you told him it did.
that wiped the joke right off his face.
for a beat, he just stared at you, like his brain needed a second to catch up. then he smiled again, smaller this time, softer. you stuck the sticker onto his shoulder, smoothing it down, and he glanced at it like it was suddenly the most important thing in the room.
"certified handsome" he read, shaking his head. "damn. from you?"
he leaned in, forehead nearly brushing yours. "you know" he said quietly, "i might actually keep this one forever."
you told him not to be dramatic.
he laughed, loud and easy, then immediately pointed at the sticker. "too late. this is my whole personality now."
later, you heard him down the hall, telling anyone who would listen, "yeah, i know. i’ve been certified."
and every time he said it, he smiled like he was thinking about you.
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GUNTHER
gunther did not look like someone who would appreciate a sticker.
he stood alone near the edge of the locker room, arms folded, expression set in its usual permanent scowl. the kind that made conversations end before they started. you hesitated only a moment before approaching him anyway.
when you said his name, he turned immediately. His expression didn’t soften, but it shifted, just slightly. enough that you noticed.
"yes?" he asked.
you held up the sticker. bright. cheerful. entirely out of place against him. certified handsome.
for a long moment, he just stared at it.
"this is unnecessary" he said flatly.
you shrugged. "maybe. but it’s true."
he exhaled through his nose, unimpressed, already turning back, until he stopped. looked at you again. really looked at you.
"you are not giving this to everyone" he said. It wasn’t a question.
you told him no.
that did something.
his jaw tightened, like he was trying not to react. "fine" he said after a beat. "if you insist."
you stepped closer, careful, and pressed the sticker to his chest. he didn’t move. didn’t flinch. but his shoulders eased, just a fraction, as if he’d finally relaxed into the moment.
"certified handsome" he read, eyes dropping briefly before lifting back to yours. "you have poor judgment."
you smiled. "and yet."
he huffed, something close to a scoff. but his hand came up anyway, covering the sticker, not removing it. guarding it.
"you should not encourage this" he said, voice low. "they will be unbearable."
you told him you didn’t care what anyone else thought.
that earned you a look, steady, intense, focused entirely on you. "i know" he said quietly.
the rest of the night, he ignored every comment, every joke, every stare.
but when someone laughed and asked about the sticker, gunther didn’t even look at them.
"it was given to me" he said simply.
and that was explanation enough.
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BRON BREAKKER
bron saw you coming and immediately grinned.
that alone should’ve warned you.
"what’s that?" he asked, eyes already dropping to your hands as you stopped in front of him. he was fresh out of a workout, hair still damp, energy buzzing like he hadn’t burned it all off yet.
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he laughed, loud and bright. "you serious right now?"
you told him you were. that you’d been handing them out.
"oh, so i'm not special?" he teased, stepping closer anyway, hands settling easily at your hips like they’d always belonged there.
you raised a brow. "do you want the sticker or not?"
"yeah" he said instantly. "i just wanna see where you’re puttin’ it."
you stuck it on his chest, right over his heart. he glanced down at it, then back up at you, grin turning smug.
"certified handsome" he read. "damn. took you long enough."
you rolled your eyes. "you’re impossible."
"uh-huh" he said, leaning in, forehead brushing yours. "and you’re obsessed with me."
you told him not to let it go to his head.
too late.
he puffed his chest out a little, flexing without even thinking about it. "so this means i gotta keep it on all night, right?" he said. "can’t disappoint my girl"
when someone walked by and made a comment, bron didn’t miss a beat.
"yeah" he said proudly, tapping the sticker. "my partner gave it to me."
later, when you caught him in the mirror, he was still wearing it, crooked now, edges peeling, but his smile was stupid and soft as soon as your eyes met.
he winked.
"best award i've ever won."
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BRONSON REED
bronson reed was the last person you expected to get flustered over a sticker.
you found him backstage, towel around his neck, talking with someone else before they drifted away. when you stepped into his space, he looked surprised, but pleased.
"hey" he said, voice warm. "what’s up?"
you held up the sticker without much buildup. bright letters, impossible to miss. certified handsome.
he blinked.
then he laughed, short and disbelieving. "you messin’ with me?"
you shook your head. "not even a little."
he studied the sticker like it might be a trick, then looked back at you, eyes softer now. "didn’t think i was on that list."
you told him he should be.
that earned you a smile, real and unguarded, the kind that changed his whole face. "yeah?" he said, a little quieter. "comin’ from you, that’s pretty nice."
you asked if you could put it on him. he nodded immediately, shoulders squaring like he wanted to look presentable for it. when you pressed the sticker onto his chest, his breath hitched just slightly, and he glanced down at it with something like pride.
"certified handsome" he read, shaking his head. "didn’t see that comin’."
you teased him about underestimating himself.
he chuckled, eyes lifting back to yours. "maybe" he said. "or maybe i just like hearin’ it from you."
there was a pause, comfortable, charged. his fingers brushed yours as you stepped back, deliberate enough to make your stomach flip.
"well" he added, grin turning just a little flirty, "guess i gotta live up to it now, yeah?"
when you walked away, you glanced back once.
he was still standing there, one hand resting over the sticker, smiling to himself like he’d just been handed something way more meaningful than he’d expected.
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LA KNIGHT
he was already talking before you even stopped in front of him.
"lemme guess" he said, sunglasses still on indoors like a menace, "you’re here to tell me somethin’ I already know."
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he leaned in, squinting at it like he was inspecting evidence. then he straightened, a slow grin spreading across his face.
"yeah" he said. "that checks out."
you laughed and told him he hadn’t even let you finish.
"oh no" he replied, tapping his chest. "i finished it for you."
you asked if he actually wanted it.
he reached out, fingers brushing yours as he took the sticker. "from you?" he said. "absolutely."
instead of sticking it on himself, he held it out again. "nah" he added. "you do it."
you pressed the sticker to his chest, smoothing it down. he didn’t break eye contact once.
"certified handsome" he read, nodding. "finally, somebody with taste."
you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.
he leaned closer, voice dropping just enough to feel private. "but hey" he said, smirk softening, "you didn’t have to make it official like this."
you told him you wanted to.
that gave him pause.
just for a second.
then he smiled again, still confident, still unmistakably him, but warmer now. "well" he said, glancing down at the sticker, "guess i gotta represent."
when someone nearby scoffed, knight didn’t even turn his head.
"yeah" he said easily. "certified. she said so."
later, you caught him removing the sticker carefully, folding the backing instead of tossing it.
"can’t waste this" he said when he noticed you watching. "might frame it."
you told him he was ridiculous.
he grinned. "and you love it."
yeah.
you did.
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DOMINIK MYSTERIO
dominik pretended not to see you at first.
you knew he did, his posture shifted, shoulders straightening like he was bracing himself, but he kept scrolling on his phone until you cleared your throat.
he looked up. "what."
you smiled sweetly and held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he scoffed. "wow. original."
you raised a brow. "you don’t want it?"
he hesitated.
"i didn’t say that."
you stepped closer, close enough that his bravado started slipping at the edges. "i’ve been giving them out" you said casually.
that caught his attention. "yeah?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "to who."
you shrugged. "only the ones i like."
that did it.
his ears went pink, and he immediately tried to play it off by leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. "well" he said, voice cracking just a little, "obviously i qualify."
you asked if he was sure.
he nodded too fast. "yeah. obviously."
you reached up and stuck the sticker onto his chest. he froze while you smoothed it down, breathing shallow like he was afraid to move and ruin the moment.
"certified handsome" he read under his breath.
you told him it was true.
he swallowed, eyes flicking up to meet yours. "you don’t gotta say stuff like that" he muttered. "makes it hard to act cool."
you laughed, and he smiled despite himself, small, genuine, nothing like the attitude he put on for everyone else.
"hey" he added quickly, trying to recover, "this doesn’t mean i’m wearin’ it all night."
an hour later, you saw him in the hallway, still wearing it.
when someone teased him about it, he snapped back immediately. "mind your business."
but when you caught his eye, his expression softened.
he tapped the sticker once, just for you.
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CM PUNK
punk already looked tired when you found him.
not in a bad way, more like he’d seen everything, done everything, and was still somehow standing here letting you ruin his peace on purpose. he glanced up when you approached, eyebrow arching.
"what are you smilin’ about" he asked. not a question. an accusation.
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he stared at it.
then he laughed, shaking his head like this was exactly the nonsense he should’ve expected from you. "you’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart."
you told him to stop pretending he didn’t like it.
"i don’t like it" he said immediately. then paused. sighed. "okay, i don’t hate it."
you stepped closer, and he let you, didn’t move an inch, just watched you with that knowing look, the one that said he was fully aware of how dangerous you were to his self-control.
"is this one of those things you’re givin’ to everybody" he asked.
you shook your head. "just you."
that earned you a look, slow, assessing, fond in a way he probably hated admitting. "yeah" he muttered. "that figures."
you stuck the sticker on his chest, right over the old scars and the ink and the years. his hand came up automatically, resting over yours for half a second longer than necessary.
"certified handsome" he read. "took you long enough to notice."
you told him you’d noticed a while ago.
he scoffed, but his thumb brushed your knuckles anyway. "careful", he said. "say stuff like that and i start thinkin’ you’re trouble."
you smiled. "i am."
he exhaled, something like a laugh slipping out. "yeah" he said quietly. "that’s the problem."
later, when someone cracked a joke about the sticker, punk just deadpanned, "don’t touch it."
when they walked away, he leaned down and murmured, "you happy now?"
you nodded.
he smirked. "good. because i’m keepin’ it."
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DAMIAN PRIEST
damian noticed you before you noticed him.
you felt it, the way his attention settled on you, heavy and unhurried, so when you finally looked up, he was already watching, one brow slightly raised like he knew exactly what you were about to try.
"you got somethin’ for me?" he asked, voice low.
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
for a second, he just stared at it.
then he laughed, quiet and surprised, shaking his head. "didn’t have that on my bingo card today."
you told him to stop pretending he didn’t like it.
he stepped closer, towering just enough to make your stomach flip. "i didn’t say that" he murmured. "i’m just wonderin’ what made you think of me."
You shrugged. "i always think of you."
that got him.
his expression softened, not much, but enough that it felt like something private you weren’t supposed to see. "careful" he said. "you say stuff like that, i start gettin’ ideas."
you asked if you could put the sticker on him.
he nodded once. "go ahead."
when you pressed it to his chest, his hand came up, resting at your waist, steady, grounding, like he was anchoring the moment. his thumb brushed your side absently, like he wasn’t even thinking about it.
"certified handsome" he read. a smirk tugged at his mouth. "you got good taste."
you told him it wasn’t about taste. it was about truth.
he looked down at you then, really looked at you. "yeah" he said quietly. "that’s what i like about you."
someone nearby made a comment. damian didn’t even turn his head.
"not for you" he said calmly.
later, as you walked away, you felt his fingers catch yours for just a second.
"hey" he said softly. "thanks."
you glanced back to see him watching you go, hand resting over the sticker like it belonged there.
and maybe it did.
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JEY USO
jey clocked you the second you walked into the room.
"aw nah" he said, already laughing. "what you up to?"
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he squinted at it like he needed to make sure he was reading it right. then his eyebrows shot up. "you for real?"
you nodded. "dead serious."
he broke into the widest grin, shaking his head. "that’s crazy, uce."
you told him he could say no.
"nah" he said immediately, stepping closer. "don’t do that. i ain’t sayin’ no to that, especially from you."
you reached up and stuck the sticker on his chest. he watched you do it, eyes warm, smile softening like he forgot anyone else was around.
"certified handsome" he read out loud. "yeah, i like the sound of that."
you teased him about letting it go to his head.
"oh it already did" he said proudly, puffing his chest out. then he leaned in a little, voice dropping. "but lowkey? means more comin’ from you."
someone walked by and laughed, pointing at the sticker. jey didn’t miss a beat.
"what?" he said. "you jealous?"
when they kept walking, he glanced back at you, grin turning shy for just a second. "you know i’m keepin’ this, right?"
you told him you expected nothing less.
later, you caught him showing jimmy, tapping the sticker like it was proof of something important. when he noticed you watching, he shot you a wink.
"certified" he mouthed.
and somehow, you were the one blushing.
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SOLO SIKOA
solo didn’t ask why you were standing in front of him.
he just looked at you, head slightly tilted, eyes sharp and unreadable, like he was waiting to see what you’d do next. the noise of the locker room seemed to fade the longer he watched.
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
for a moment, he didn’t react at all.
then his gaze dropped to the sticker. back to you.
"yeah?" he said quietly.
you nodded. "yeah."
you stepped closer, close enough that you could feel his presence like gravity, and pressed the sticker onto his chest. he didn’t move. didn’t blink. just let you do it, eyes never leaving your face.
"certified handsome" he read under his breath.
his jaw tightened, not annoyed. focused. like he was locking the moment away.
you teased him, asked if he hated it.
he shook his head once. "nah."
that was it. but the way he said it, low, sure, made your stomach flip.
someone nearby snorted. "that yours, solo?"
solo didn’t even look at them. His hand came up, covering the sticker protectively.
"yeah", he said. final.
when you turned to leave, you felt fingers hook briefly into your sleeve, stopping you. you looked back.
he leaned in just enough for only you to hear. "don’t give that to anyone else."
you smiled. "wasn’t planning on it."
his lips twitched, barely, but it counted.
and for the rest of the night, no one said a word about the sticker.
no one dared.
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GRAYSON WALLER
grayson waller didn’t even pretend to be surprised when you walked up to him.
he looked you over slowly, grin already in place. "what" he said. "you finally here to give me the attention i deserve?"
you rolled your eyes and held up the sticker. certified handsome.
his grin widened. "well, yeah" he said immediately. "obviously."
you told him not to get cocky.
"too late" he replied, stepping closer, crowding your space on purpose. "you’re the one handin’ out proof."
you pressed the sticker against his chest, right over his collarbone, smoothing it down. he watched you do it, eyes dark, amused, and very aware of how close you were.
"certified handsome" he read, tongue clicking. "from my partner?" he leaned in, voice dropping. "that’s basically a public service announcement."
you told him he didn’t need his ego fed any more than it already was.
he laughed, low and pleased. "nah", he said. "but i like when you do it."
his hand settled at your waist, thumb brushing your side like it was absentminded, like it wasn’t absolutely intentional. "you know what this does, yeah?" he added. "now everyone’s gotta see you’re the one who claimed me."
you told him he was insufferable.
"and yet" he murmured, leaning in closer, "you’re still here."
someone nearby made a comment, and grayson didn’t even look away from you. he just smirked and tapped the sticker.
"they know."
later, when you tried to peel it off before heading out, he caught your wrist.
"nah" he said. "leave it."
you raised a brow.
he grinned. "i like reminders."
and judging by the way he pulled you back in, he wasn’t talking about the sticker at all.
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DREW MCINTYRE
drew looked intimidating even when he was relaxed.
fresh off a match, hair pulled back, towel around his shoulders, he was nursing a bottle of water when you approached. he noticed you immediately, eyes softening just a touch.
"aye" he said. "you alright?"
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he blinked.
then he laughed, deep and genuine, shaking his head like you’d just caught him off guard in the best way. "is that so?"
you nodded. "it is."
he studied the sticker for a moment, then looked back at you, something thoughtful settling into his expression. "that’s a bold claim" he said. "you sure about it?"
you stepped closer. "completely."
you reached up and pressed the sticker to his chest. he stood still for you, broad and solid, eyes dropping briefly as you smoothed it down. when he read the words, his smile softened into something quieter.
"certified handsome" he murmured. "well. that’s not somethin’ i hear every day."
you teased him, told him he should hear it more often.
he huffed a laugh. "maybe" he said. "but comin’ from you, it carries a bit more weight."
someone nearby whistled, making a comment. drew just straightened slightly, hand coming up to rest over the sticker with quiet pride.
"aye" he said calmly. "i know."
when he looked back at you, his gaze was warm and steady. "thank you" he added, voice low. "you’ve a way of remindin’ me who i am."
later, as you walked past him again, he caught your hand gently.
"just so you know" he said, leaning in, "i’ll be keepin’ this."
you smiled.
he smiled back, slow, fond, and entirely yours.
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XAVIER WOODS
he lit up the moment he saw you.
there was a bounce to his step as he met you halfway, grin already in place. "hey" he said. "that look means you’re up to something."
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he froze.
then his hand flew to his chest like he’d just taken critical damage. "whoa. hang on" he said. "is this official? am i being graded?"
you laughed and told him not to overthink it.
"oh no" he replied, eyes sparkling. "i am absolutely thinking it through, because if this is comin’ from you, that’s a big deal."
you asked if he wanted it.
"want it?" he echoed. "i’ve been trainin’ my whole life for this moment."
you reached up and stuck the sticker onto his chest, smoothing it down. he watched you do it, smile softening, voice dropping just a touch.
"certified handsome" he read. "dang."
you teased him for acting surprised.
he shrugged, bashful but pleased. "i know i’m confident" he said. "but hearin’ it from you? hits different."
someone walked by and made a joke. xavier immediately puffed up, pointing proudly at the sticker. "yeah, that’s right" he said. "don’t hate."
when they left, he leaned closer, shoulder brushing yours. "you know" he added quietly, "this might be my new lucky charm."
you told him it was just a sticker.
he grinned. "nah" he said. "it’s from you. that’s different."
later, you caught him humming to himself, still wearing it, still smiling like the day had gone a little better than expected.
and when your eyes met, he gave you a small, knowing wink.
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KOFI KINGSTON
kofi was already smiling when you walked up.
he always was, but this one felt expectant, like he knew you were about to do something and was excited to see what it’d be. "hey" he said brightly. "what’s goin’ on?"
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he laughed instantly, head tipping back. "ohhh, okay" he said. "so that’s the vibe today."
you asked if he wanted one.
he leaned in a little, eyes warm and teasing. "i mean" he said, "if you’re offerin’? i’d be crazy to say no."
you pressed the sticker onto his chest, right over his heart. he looked down at it, then back at you, smile softening into something more sincere.
"certified handsome" he read. "wow." he shook his head, amused. "that’s a confidence boost right there."
you told him you were just stating facts.
"see, that’s the thing" he said gently. "you say stuff like that, and suddenly my whole day’s better."
someone nearby called out, laughing. "kofi, you don’t need that!"
kofi just grinned and pointed at the sticker. "nah" he said. "but i like it."
when the moment quieted again, he glanced at you, tone dropping just enough to feel personal. "thanks" he said. "means a lot, especially comin’ from you."
later, when you caught sight of him dancing down the hallway, the sticker was still there, slightly crooked from all the movement.
he noticed you watching and flashed you a bright smile.
certified, indeed.
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RANDY ORTON
randy didn’t look surprised when you stopped in front of him.
he rarely did.
he glanced down at you, slow and assessing, arms crossed, that familiar smirk already tugging at his mouth like he knew you were about to start something. "you look real confident" he said. "that usually means trouble."
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
that got a reaction.
just a small one, but you caught it. the slight lift of his brow. the way his eyes flicked from the sticker back to your face, lingering.
he chuckled under his breath. "you’re bold" he said. "you know that?"
you shrugged. "someone had to tell you."
he stepped closer, invading your space without asking, one hand settling casually at your lower back like it had every right to be there. "i don’t need a sticker to know that" he murmured. "but i’ll admit, i like where your head’s at."
you pressed the sticker onto his chest, fingers brushing warm skin just above the neckline of his shirt. he didn’t move, didn’t help, didn’t stop you, just watched you with that heavy-lidded focus that made your pulse jump.
"certified handsome" he read slowly.
his hand tightened slightly at your back. "careful" he said, voice low. "you keep touchin’ me like that, people are gonna get ideas."
you told him maybe that was the point.
that earned you a quiet laugh, rough and amused. "yeah" he said. "that’s what i figured."
someone passed by, glanced at the sticker, muttered something under their breath. randy didn’t even look at them.
instead, he leaned down, lips close to your ear. "you like markin’ your territory?" he asked softly.
you didn’t answer.
you didn’t have to.
later, when you reached for the sticker to peel it off, his hand closed over yours, firm, deliberate.
"nah" he said. "leave it."
you looked up at him.
he smirked. "i like reminders."
and the way his thumb brushed your wrist told you he wasn’t just talking about the sticker.
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OBA FEMI
oba noticed you immediately.
he always did.
you felt his attention before you saw it, steady, unshaken, so when you stepped into his space, he simply looked down at you, expression calm, unreadable, waiting.
"yes?" he said.
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he stared at it for a moment. then one corner of his mouth lifted, just barely. "this" he said, "is unexpected."
you told him you thought he’d earned it.
that made him laugh, low, brief, like the sound surprised even him. "you have courage" he said. "or poor judgment."
"maybe both."
"hm", he stepped closer, towering now, but never threatening. just present. "go on, then."
you reached up and pressed the sticker to his chest. he stayed perfectly still for you, eyes following your movements, dark and intent. when you pulled your hand back, he glanced down at the sticker, then back at you.
"certified handsome" he read. "a bold declaration."
you asked if he disagreed.
"no" he said immediately. "i question your timing."
you tilted your head. "why’s that?"
"because" he said, voice lowering, "now i’m aware of how you see me."
his hand came up, not to remove the sticker, but to rest over it, palm warm and solid. protective.
someone nearby muttered something under their breath. oba didn’t look away from you.
"they may speak" he said calmly. "it does not concern us."
you smiled.
that earned you another small smile in return, rare, genuine. "you enjoy provoking me" he added.
you shrugged. "you enjoy it too."
he considered that. then nodded. "yes" he said. "i do."
as you turned to leave, his fingers brushed yours, intentional, grounding. "do not stop" he said quietly.
you glanced back. "stop what?"
his eyes flicked once to the sticker. then back to you.
"reminding me."
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ETHAN PAGE
ethan noticed the sticker before you even said a word.
he glanced down at it in your hand, then back up at you, lips already curling into that familiar, self-satisfied smile. "well" he said, "this is clearly for me."
you laughed. "you didn’t even read it."
"i don’t need to" he replied smoothly. "i already know."
you held it up anyway. certified handsome.
he paused.
just for a second.
then he nodded, like he was accepting an award he’d totally rehearsed for. "okay" he said. "yeah. that tracks."
you asked if he wanted it.
"from you?" he said, stepping closer, voice dropping just a touch. "that’s not even a question."
you pressed the sticker onto his chest, and he watched you do it with an intensity that felt a little more real than his usual bravado. when your fingers lingered to smooth it down, his breath hitched before he could stop it.
"certified handsome" he read aloud. "damn."
you teased him for sounding surprised.
he scoffed lightly, but his smile softened. "hey" he said. "i work very hard for this confidence. but it helps when someone i care about agrees."
someone nearby muttered something sarcastic. ethan didn’t even look at them, just slid an arm around your waist, casual but unmistakably claiming.
"jealousy’s ugly" he said cheerfully.
when it was just the two of you again, he leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching yours. "you know what the best part is?" he murmured.
you hummed. "what?"
"now i get to say i’m certified" he said, smirking, "and you’re the reason."
later, you caught him in the mirror, adjusting the sticker so it sat just right, perfectly centered, impossible to miss.
he caught your eye and winked.
mission accomplished.
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JIMMY USO
jimmy spotted you and immediately perked up.
"ohhh" he said, pointing at you like he’d just figured something out. "i knew you was up to somethin’."
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he barked out a laugh. "see? i been tellin’ people!" then he leaned closer, squinting at it. "hold up. that’s legit?"
you nodded. "official."
"say less." he puffed his chest out proudly. "where you want it?"
you pressed the sticker onto his chest, and jimmy watched you do it like it was the highlight of his day. he glanced down, then back up at you, grin stretching wide.
"yeahhh, that’s fire."
you teased him about how fast his ego inflated.
"hey" he said, holding up a hand. "if i’m certified by you, i’m allowed to celebrate."
jey walked by and immediately clocked it. "man"
jimmy cut him off. "nah, nah, don’t hate" he said, tapping the sticker. "i earned this."
jey shook his head, laughing, and kept walking.
jimmy leaned back toward you, voice dropping just a little. "lowkey though" he said, smile softening, "that’s kinda nice."
you told him it was meant to be.
he nodded, serious for half a second. "yeah" he said. "i know."
later, you caught him still wearing it, dancing down the hall, hyping himself up like he’d won something important. when he saw you watching, he pointed at the sticker and mouthed, certified.
and somehow, that grin was just for you.
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SAMI ZAYN
sami looked up the moment you stopped in front of him, already smiling like just seeing you had made his day better.
"hey" he said warmly. "what’s up?"
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
he blinked. once. twice.
"is that for me?"
you nodded.
his laugh came out soft and disbelieving, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "okay, see, this feels like a prank" he said. "but, like one of the nice ones?"
you promised it wasn’t a joke.
he studied the sticker, then looked back at you, eyes bright. "wow" he said. "i mean yeah. wow."
you asked if you could put it on him, and he immediately straightened up, trying to look serious even though his smile wouldn’t quit. "yeah, yeah, go ahead."
you pressed it onto his chest, smoothing it down. he glanced down at it, then back up at you, expression softening into something almost shy.
"that’s actually really sweet."
you teased him for not believing it.
he shrugged. "i know, i know" he said. "coming from you? that hits a little harder."
someone nearby made a comment, and sami waved it off immediately. "nope" he said cheerfully. "this is official."
when it was just the two of you again, he leaned in slightly, voice quieter. "thanks" he said. "you’ve got no idea how much i needed that today."
later, you caught him still wearing it, still smiling, like the sticker had somehow become a permanent part of him. when your eyes met, he lit up all over again.
certified handsome.
certified happy.
all because of you.
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JD MCDONAGH
he was already watching you.
he always was.
you noticed it the moment you stopped near him, the way his attention sharpened, head tilting slightly as if he’d been expecting you. he didn’t smile. he just waited.
you held up the sticker. certified handsome.
his eyes flicked to it. then back to you.
"that’s for me?" he asked quietly.
you nodded.
for a moment, he looked genuinely confused. not offended, just surprised, like the idea hadn’t occurred to him. "you’re serious" he said, more a statement than a question.
you told him you were.
something in his expression softened then, subtle but unmistakable. "interesting" he murmured.
you stepped closer and pressed the sticker onto his chest. he watched your hand the entire time, unblinking, like he was memorizing the moment. when you pulled back, he glanced down at the sticker and read the words under his breath.
"certified handsome."
a faint smile tugged at his mouth. rare. crooked. just for you.
"you notice things", he said quietly. "most people don’t."
you told him you paid attention.
he hummed, pleased. His fingers came up, brushing the edge of the sticker, not to remove it, just to feel it. "i’ll keep this" he said. "if that’s alright."
nearby dom snickered, muttering something under his breath. jd didn’t react. didn’t even look at him.
his eyes stayed on you. "that doesn’t matter" he said calmly.
when you turned to leave, his voice stopped you. "hey."
you looked back.
"thanks" he said. simple. earnest. "i won’t forget it."
and the way he watched you walk away told you he meant that in every possible way.
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KEVIN OWENS
kevin was already mid-complaint when you walked up.
"i’m just sayin’, if they wanted it moved, they should’ve said someth-" he stopped when he saw you, scowl easing automatically. "hey."
you waited until he finished taking a sip of water before holding up the sticker.
he stared at it.
then he snorted. "oh, come on."
you raised an eyebrow. "what?"
"that’s not serious" he said, though there was no bite to it. "that’s gotta be a joke."
you shook your head. "it’s not."
he looked at you for a long moment, searching your face like he was checking for sarcasm. when he didn’t find any, his shoulders relaxed just a little.
"alright" he said. "if you say so."
you stepped closer and stuck the sticker onto his chest. he didn’t look down right away, just watched you, eyes softer than his voice ever was. when he finally glanced at it, he scoffed quietly.
"certified handsome" he read. "you’ve got questionable taste."
you told him to stop fishing.
"i’m not fishing", he said immediately. then paused. "okay, maybe a little."
someone nearby laughed, muttering something under their breath. kevin shot them a look that shut it down instantly before turning back to you.
"don’t listen to them" he said. "they’re idiots."
you smiled.
he reached up, adjusting the sticker like he wanted it to sit right. "you know" he added, voice lower now, "i don’t really care what anyone else thinks."
you told him you knew.
"but" he admitted, glancing at you, “I care what you think.”
later, when you tried to peel it off for him, he caught your wrist gently. "nah" he said. "leave it."
you teased him.
he shrugged. "what, it is special coming from my girl"
and for the rest of the night, he wore it like it was the easiest thing in the world to believe.
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FINN BALOR
his eyes flicked to it in your hand, then lifted to meet yours, a slow smile already forming like he knew exactly how this was about to play out. "what’ve you got there" he asked, voice light but curious.
you held it up. certified handsome.
he laughed softly. "well", he said, "i can’t argue with that."
you asked if he wanted it.
he stepped closer instead, lowering his voice. "depends" he said. "who’s it from?"
you didn’t answer. you didn’t have to.
"that’s what i thought" he murmured.
you pressed the sticker onto his chest, fingers brushing warm skin as you smoothed it down. He stayed still for you, gaze never leaving your face, like he was memorizing the moment. when he glanced down at the sticker, his smile softened into something quieter.
"certified handsome" he read. "that’s dangerous information to give a man."
you told him you trusted him with it.
his brow lifted slightly. "you shouldn’t" he teased. then, more softly, "but i'm glad you do."
his fingers brushed yours, deliberate and slow.
"this one stays" he said. "yeah?"
you nodded.
later, when the hallway had emptied, you caught him adjusting the sticker carefully, like it mattered where it sat. when he noticed you watching, he smiled, small, private.
"don’t worry" he said. "i know who gave it to me."
and the way he said it made it feel like a promise.
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JOE HENDRY
joe absolutely knew what you were doing.
you hadn’t even finished walking up to him before he turned, already smiling like he’d been waiting for his cue. "well" he said, arms spreading slightly, "this feels important."
you held up the sticker.
he laughed, delighted. "see?" he said. "told you they’d come around eventually."
you rolled your eyes. "it’s from me."
that made his smile change, sharper, more pleased. "ah" he said. "even better."
you stepped closer and stuck the sticker onto his chest, smoothing it down like you’d done a hundred times before. he looked down at it dramatically, then back at you.
"certified handsome" he read. he leaned in, voice dropping to a flirtatious murmur. "that’s basically an endorsement."
you told him not to let it go to his head.
"too late" he said easily. "you’re the one who keeps encouraging me."
someone nearby laughed, making a comment. joe didn’t miss a beat, he slung an arm around you, pulling you in close like it was second nature.
"yeah" he said cheerfully. "my girlfriend thinks i'm handsome"
when they walked away, he looked down at you, eyes bright, teasing. "you realize you’ve just made my ego completely unmanageable."
you smiled sweetly. "that sounds like a you problem."
he laughed and dipped his head closer. "maybe" he said. "but i don’t see you complainin’."
later, when you caught him humming to himself, still wearing the sticker like a badge of honour, he caught your eye and winked.
"best review i’ve ever gotten" he said.
and you knew he meant it.
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AUSTIN THEORY
austin was already flexing when you walked up.
you weren’t sure if it was on purpose or muscle memory at this point but the grin he flashed you was absolutely intentional. "hey" he said. "you see somethin’ you like?"
you held up the sticker.
his eyes lit up instantly. "oh hell yeah."
you laughed. "you didn’t even read it."
"i don’t have to" he said, stepping closer. "but go on. say it."
you tilted the sticker toward him anyway.
he read it out loud, slower this time. "certified handsome." then he looked back at you, smug. "see? knew it."
you asked if he wanted it.
he scoffed. "want it? from you?" he puffed his chest out. "that’s basically a title win."
you stuck the sticker onto his chest, and he immediately posed, just for you, arms flexed, chin lifted. "how’s it look?" he asked. "straight? centered? you proud of me?"
you told him he was ridiculous.
"yeah" he said easily. "but you’re still smilin’."
someone nearby snorted, making a comment. austin shot them a look and pointed at the sticker. "hey" he said. "don’t argue with credentials."
then he leaned back toward you, voice dropping, grin turning a little softer. "lowkey though", he added, "means more comin’ from you than anyone else."
you told him not to get sentimental.
he laughed, shaking his head. "too late."
as you walked away, you heard him behind you, talking to himself. "certified handsome" he muttered proudly.
when you glanced back, he caught your eye and winked, tapping the sticker like it was proof of something he’d been waiting to hear all along.
and honestly?
he was.
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BONUS BLURB: CODY PART 2
you didn’t notice at first.
you were halfway down the hallway, still riding the small, giddy buzz of the day, when cody called your name. you turned to find him standing there with that familiar, easy smile and something tucked behind his back.
"hey" he said. "hold up a second."
you raised a brow. "what’s up?"
he stepped closer, just enough to make the moment feel personal, even with people moving around you. then he brought his hand forward.
a sticker.
certified pretty girl.
you laughed, surprised. "you did not."
he chuckled softly. "i did" he said. "felt like the right thing to do."
you asked when he’d gotten it.
"after you gave me mine", he admitted. "didn’t want it to be one sided."
there was something different about him then, less performative, more earnest. he looked at you like he wanted to be sure you understood he meant it. "is that okay?" he asked. "if i?"
you nodded.
he peeled the backing carefully, like it mattered, and pressed the sticker onto you with the same gentleness you’d shown him earlier. his fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary before he pulled away.
"certified pretty girl" he read quietly.
you teased him about copying your idea.
he smiled, fond. "maybe" he said. "but i wanted you to know i see you the same way you see me."
when you started walking again, you caught sight of your reflection in a nearby mirror, the sticker bright against you, impossible to miss.
when your eyes met his, he gave you a small nod.
like it was settled.
like it was mutual.
