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Tending to Wounds {Mark Calaway/Undertaker x Reader}

Requested by anon on Tumblr: Can I get an Undertaker x Fem!Reader where after Undertaker wins the 2007 Royal Rumble the reader helps him with the head wound that Randy Orton gave him and it gets a little heated? Not too heated but like fluffy cute with her cleaning his cuts and stuff? THX!

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"Move! Out of my way! MOVE!" You snarled, shoving a few wrestlers and aids aside as you saw Mark aka The Undertaker, make his way from the ring. You could see the blood drying on his forehead from the injury that he got from getting hit in the head with a steel chair. The large 300 pound man was wobbling slightly as he leaned on two refs for support. You quickly made your way over to him and took him from the refs who were helping him backstage. You slung his arm around your shoulders and began to help him through the chaos of backstage making a beeline to the med bay.

The year was 2007 and Undertaker has just won the Royal Rumble. He had just made history in the WWE. He had been the first ever man to be the last entry in the Royal Rumble and win. You could feel his weight as he leaned on you for support. Sweat and blood dripped onto your blouse as you helped Undertaker backstage. Finally reaching the med bay you couldn't help but growl in frustration, for the medics were nowhere to be found. You sighed and gently set the large man on the bed sitting up, the thin paper crinkling beneath him as he sat down.

After making sure he was steady you quickly grabbed some gauze, along with some alcohol pads and a few tape strips in case you needed to keep the wound closed if it was bad. You didn't know how bad Mark's head wound was for you hadn't been able to see it too clearly on screen. Mark let out a breath and you couldn't help but smile. "Congrats Undertaker. You've made history." You said to the green eyed man. He looked at you and smiled. "Thanks (Y/N)." He said. With a nod you quickly got to work. "Let me see what's going on here." You said. With a gentle hand you carefully lifted his chin so that you could see just how bad the wound was. You let out a sight of frustration. "There's too much dried blood. I don't know how bad it is. I need to clean it" You said softly, looking at the large man and your eyes meeting. "Are you feeling dizzy? Nauseous? Talk to me Taker!" You say softly. The professional wrestler smiled and shook his head. "My ears are ringing but I don't think it's anything serious. He didn't hit me that hard." He informed you.

You quickly ripped the paper package of an alcohol pad open and quickly removed it; the scent filled your nose making it wrinkle. "This may sting." You informed the big burly man. You then began to clean the wound. Mark winced slightly as you did so. "I'm sorry." You apologized hating the fact that you were hurting him. He grunted, "No it's fine." He said. "I'm going to kill Randy Orton when I get my hands on him." You growled. You heard Mark chuckle. "It was perfectly legal." He informed you. You scoffed. "I don't give a witches tit if it's legal, I'm going to pound his skull in with a steel chair and see how much he likes it!" You said harshly. Mark gently took your arm and looked up at you making you stop your work on his head. "I'd like to see that." He said with a smirk wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden affection. "I'm fine." He said to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled and kissed him back before breaking away. "Yeah, a man who's just been hit in the head with a steel chair, and tells me he's fine—isn't fine." You said with a smile. "Not stop distracting me, so I can clean your cut." You chided. You then ripped open another alcohol pad and began to dab again. Taker sighed and let you continue on with what you were doing. You finally were able to see clearly the wound. You let out a sigh of relief. "Well it's closing up even now. It'll be fine." You said. "Doesn't even need a band aid." You said with a smile. You quickly threw away the bloody alcohol pads and shoved the gauze in your pocket just in case Mark did something to open the wound again. There were a bunch of salty wrestlers out there most likely gunning for the winner of the Royal Rumble. It was safe to be prepared.

You suddenly felt a hand on your wrist and you were pulled back into Marks arms. "You take such good care of me (Y/N)." The man said to you as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You smiled and looked up at him wrapping your arms around his neck and with a smirk you replied, "It's my job." You said. He placed another kiss on your lips. "Well you're the best in the business." He said with a rumbling chuckle.

"Isn't that why you hired me?" You asked.

Mark smirked. "It's why I married you."