Prompt: “I love your Elias stuff!! I don’t ever see much written about him. Could you write about how he has feelings for a female superstar on the roster but acts like a jerk to hide it away? One cute encounter leads to a sexy night. BTW you’re so talented!!” [Thanks, hun!]
Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bad flirting (don’t do this), some language, SMUT
Word Count: 1810
Note: WWE Week continues with this crack-turned-smutty fic. Thank you for this request. I was looking for help with bad flirting stories and found a tip list that made my day and really made this fic. I hope you all like it. If you do please let me know, and if you have ideas of your own my requests are still open. Same goes for my tag lists. (WWE, 205 Live, individual wrestlers as listed on the masterlist, and other fandoms.) Enjoy!
It was weird, even for him. Elias had never been super talkative, though he didn’t shirk from your company either. Now he couldn’t seem to decide which one he wanted to flip on its head first. Some days he would stumble and say anything in his head to you. On others, he would leave the room when you entered. It was starting to make your head spin.
Then things got weirder. On the days he didn’t disappear, he would stare at you intently. He’d catch your eye then never let his gaze drop. His face would remain just as placid as if looking at the horizon, and he blinked. You changed up how you blinked to make sure he did.
“Elias, are you okay?” you finally asked him. “You’ve been acting differently lately.”
He bobbed his head. “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Huh?” Had you been acting differently? There was that one thing… but-
“I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it for the longest time. But now I know your secret.”
Your heart stopped. How? You leaned in close to him, attempting to keep anything he said next just between the two of you. “You do?”
He hummed. “And the more I learn about you… well.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
“Elias, how the… never mind.” You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. “If you really want to spoil it, please do it to the right people. Or if you are my friend, keep it under wraps. Please.” You shoved away from the table and left. In your haste to get away, you missed seeing him panic.
Every time you saw him after that he would wink at you. Excessively. Like he needed eye drops. When you got some for him from the medics, he threw the bottle against the wall and stomped off. He didn’t wink at you anymore. From there, he avoided looking at you at all.
You didn’t realize you’d pissed him off so much until he bumped into you. It could have been the unfortunate combination of his broad shoulders and the narrowness of the hallways. That’s what you thought. But then he weaved into your path just to bump you. And they were too frequent to be chance. It was like he was looking for you just to bump into you. He only stopped when you flattened against a wall when he came into view.
You groaned out loud when he strummed his way into one of your backstage promos. It took everything you had not to sassily ask him if he was talking to you now.
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