FF L0V3R

You playfully roll your eyes, quickly snatching the bag from his hands which earns you the look of ‘you're in for it when we get home’.

Opening the bag, you let out a gasp at the content inside it. “Oh my god, Trevor!” You cry out while pulling it out.

“Aw!” Your mother and father coo in unison.

It was a teddy bear very similar to the one you had when you were a child. It was unfortunately lost after you moved from your childhood home, but it seems Trevor found a way to bring it back.

“Thank you, babe!” You glee while jumping on him, your arms circling around his shoulders and placing a kiss to his cheek.

You feel his hand move from your hip to your waist, a small indicator that he was holding himself back.

He almost forgot where he was.

“Well Trevor, you just made me like you even more!” Your mom grinned, remembering the stacks of family pictures she showed him when you first brought him around, the special bear being in many photos with you.

“I wanna take it upstairs before I open more stuff!”

You grab Trevor’s hand and pull him to the bedroom you two were staying in. “I can’t believe you still remember those photos!” You announced, shock laced in your voice.

“I didn’t. I stole some pictures months ago.”

You paused mid-action. “Trevor…” you lightly scolded.

“Oh, hush! You didn’t even really look at your gift!” Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He took a couple of steps forward and grabbed the bag, pulling out the bear. You watched as he pulled some fur and cotton off the bottom, the material coming off in a circular shape.

“Here. Pull on it.” One of your brows cock up. “Just take it out!” ‘Take what out?’ you think.

Your thought is quickly answered when you reach your hand through the hole and grasp something wet.

You quickly recoil, face scrunching up into confusion. “What is that?” Trevor let out a groan. “Hurry up, Y/n.”

You gulped at his tone, it being clear that he was getting annoyed.

You fight through the uncomfortable feeling and finally take it out, your eyes widening.

“What the fuck, Trevor!”

The sound of his laugh and a thump from the ‘object’ hitting the floor is heard in the room.

“W-What tha— Trevor, where did you get that from!”

His laugh still rings in your ears as you look at what’s on the floor.

A surprisingly accurate mold of his cock lays there along with a familiar white substance on the tip and dripping down the shaft.

“What? You don’t like it?” He rhetorically asked. “Ron showed me a place. Said they make dildo’s or some shit, so I thought it would be something nice for ya. Two good memories in one!”

You didn't speak, too shocked about everything.

This man bought you a teddy bear similar to the one you had when you were a child —which was fine— but then had the nerve to plant a molded dildo of his cock inside of it with his cum on it.

“You and your friends are weirdos.”

“Yeah, yeah, call me what you want, but you’ll be grateful for it when I’m on a longgggg heist.”

You couldn’t even be mad at him. It was the most thoughtful thing he's done for you besides killing people who even look at you wrong. Plus you knew he was right. It would come in handy for many days when he's gone.

“Whatever,” you say before picking up the toy and putting it in the bathroom sink. “We’ve been up here for too long. Let’s go back down.”

Trevor silently agrees, following you as you walk down the hall.

“Thanks for ruining my childhood memories.”

Your boyfriend grinned at your sarcasm. “I didn’t ruin it, I made them stronger! You’ll never forget about ‘Mr.Beary’!”

You decide not to comment on the name that was clearly not your teddy’s.

“Y/n, look at what your brother found! Miss Raspberry!”

You freeze at the sight, the innocent memories turning dirty as Trevor’s bear flooded your mind. “Hmm, now would ya look at that. How surprising!”

“Well, after me and Marcus had some fun last night…” She paused, throwing a wink as her voice turned slurry. “He told me about the local tale of some slasher named Johnny.”

“Ooo.” Ash instigated to hype up the story.

“Basically, to summarize it all, it’s about a little boy named Johnny who fell to his death because of some “little prank.””

You grimaced at the way she said ‘little prank’ as if falling to your death because of a prank wasn’t a big deal.

“Why did they do that? What was the prank even about?” You asked, to which she let out an annoyed groan. “Do you have to ask some many questions, Y/n?”

You flinched at her yelling, eyes drifting to the ground.

“But I don’t know? Some loggers were pissed about the prices going up at the shop, and Johnny’s dad was the owner of them. They thought playing a prank on his son would make him lower the prices, but I guess it took a turn for the worse or whatever.”

The sound of kissing from beside you stopped, bringing your attention to the couple. “Oh, I’ve heard about this tale! The White Pines Slaughter! Apparently the loggers told Johnny there were toys in the old fire tower, and like the dumb little kid he was, he believed them. They tried to scare him with a fire mask and it worked a little too well because he fell and snapped his neck!”

“I bet it sounded like a KitKat bar!” Cassie joked.

The sound of the 3 girls laughing made you feel sick.

How cold do you have to be to joke about something like this.

“Guys, that’s not funny! That’s horrible! He was just a kid who wanted to play with toys,” you frowned.

“Oh my god, really Y/n? Really?” Sara judged. “Are you seriously feeling bad for some man who's been dead for 70 years!”

You didn’t answer, deciding to let them whisper about you.

“I forgot that miss goody-two-shoes was here. She’s such a party pooper!” Ash complained. “Yeah, we should’ve just left her at the dorms.” Her girlfriend added.

“Guys, guys, enough insulting Y/n, we can do it later. Here’s what we walked for.”

You ignored the last part of Sara’s sentence and looked up to see a rusty wooden axe lodged into the ground, a gold necklace dangling around the handle.

Your brows furrowed. “The axe?” A snicker from Sara was heard. “The necklace you idiot!”

You all stepped closer towards it, a breeze of the cool night air blowing through your hair.

“It’s a locket Johnny’s dad gave him. It was his mother’s.” Sara spoke with a smile. “And I’m gonna take it.”

She began reaching for it but you stopped her by grabbing her wrist. “Don’t.”

She snatched her hand from your hold with a disgusted look on her face. “Ew, don’t touch me! And I don’t wanna hear whatever reason you have to not let me take the necklace, I need it! I’m going to give it to Marcus’s mom when I meet her.”

She tried once more but you stepped in front of her. “Seriously Sara. Don't touch it!"

She looked shocked that you actually stopped her again, Cassie deciding to help her out. “Y/n, move!” She grunted as she pushed you, but you managed to keep your balance.

“If you don’t want to be here while I take it, fine, you can go. Walk home alone like the loner you are!” Sara yelled, her voice echoing around the trees. “Yeah, stop being such a pussy, Y/n.” Ash insulted.

When you didn’t fight back she continued her action, hand reaching out and finally grabbing the necklace. “Perfect,” she grinned while inspecting it.

“Well… since you got your necklace, me and Cassie are gonna go behind that big tree back there and get it on.” Ash cackled while wiggling her eyebrows up and down. “Babe, don’t tell them that! I don’t want them to know we're fucking!” Cassie cried out in embarrassment.

“Guys, I don’t care. Just hurry up so we can get back to the dorms. I do not want to get caught.”

The two giggled as they ran a couple of feet away, leaving you and Sara alone.

“Here, hold it.”

You opened your mouth to refuse but she was already throwing it your way. “Why do I have to hold it?”

“Because! What if it has a disease or something? I have people who actually care about me unlike you. Like my boyfriend, and…my boy—it doesn’t matter who! I’m just important, okay?”

She let out a breath after her very “convincing” rant, walking over to a random bush.

You opened the locket and was met with a small photo of a woman and little boy that must've been Johnny and his mom.

Cute.

Your attention was drawn away due to the sound of…chopping?

You looked around and saw Sara with the same confused look. “It sounds like it’s coming from the area Cassie and Ash are.” She whispered, tip toeing in that direction.

As you both rounded the corner of the tree, the sight almost made you throw up and Sara scream. “OH MY GOD, CASSIE! ASH!”

She began to cry, legs giving out and dropping to her knees as she cradled their heads. “This is all your fault!” She accused, standing up and walking towards you. “Those were my best friends!” she screamed the obvious.

It doesn’t take much to look at you 4 and see that all of them treat you terribly.

They degrade you, peer pressure you into doing things you don’t want to do, insult you, and expect you to keep being friends with them — and for some reason you do.

She continued to yell and call you names, missing the tall figure slowly walking behind her.

“S-Sara,—” you tried to warn, but her voice was over-powering yours.

Her hand rose to hit you but her head was quickly decapitated, the rest of her body dropping stiffly to the ground.

Your eyes were wide, chest rising and falling at an inhumane pace as you stared at the man.

You did the only right thing you could think of and dropped the locket before taking off.

The leaves beneath you crunched as you ran, the darkness making it hard to see.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you had to run in order to get away.

Due to the darkness, you didn't see the stick that you ended up tripping on, the thorns catching your jean pants.

You frantically tried to unpick each thorn from the clothing, but you weren’t fast enough.

A hook came slashing down, cutting the stick in one slice.

You let out a scream, eyes closing as you waited for the next unfortunate action, but it never came. Instead, heavy metal clanged and crunched the leaves as it fell, and so did Johnny as he got into a seated position.

“W-What do you want?” you somehow muttered.

He pulled out the locket, leaned over, and placed it around your neck.

You sniffled and looked down at the jewelry, slowly connecting the dots. He was giving you it, he was allowing you to have his mother’s necklace. But why?

Maybe it was because Johnny sees himself in you — the terrible friends, being treated poorly, being ignored, getting insulted. — You’re literally him but in a different time period.

You showed your appreciation with a small ‘thank you’ before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a red toy truck the girls made you buy while at a store. “H-Here, you can have it.”

You slid it over to him, the man-child instantly picking it up and beginning to play with it.

You couldn’t help the smile that came to your face seeing him finally having that joy with a toy. It was all he ever wanted.

You don’t know what you were going to do about Sara, Cassie, and Ash, or what explanation you would give about the locally known locket around your neck to everyone, but you’ll figure that out when the time comes.

You knew if he caught you smiling, he would too, and that would raise a huge amount of suspicion.

As he took a seat in one of the rolling chairs, the sound of his opponent’s music began to play.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your Undisputed WWE Champion, Roman Reigns!”

Many fans held their “ones” up, respecting him as he entered the ring and sat in the seat across from your husband.

“Okay guys, let’s just get this over with. Professionally.” Adam Pearce stated while handing the contract over to Cody.

He quickly signed it before pushing it towards Roman who also had no problem with signing.

Part of you thought that was it.

They would both be grown adults and sign the paper without a problem, but that was until Cody stood up that Roman motioned to you for the microphone.

“Hold on Cody, wait a minute.”

He paused.

“Why are you rushing to get out of here? Got someone you need to be with?” He partially joked, smirking as fans ‘oohed’. “Guys, I’m just kidding!” he laughed. “Or am I, Cody?”

He let out a groan as he stood up and adjusted the heavy title on his shoulder.

“Rumor has it that you’re seeing someone. Someone very familiar to all…”

Cody’s jaw clenched, but that was the only reaction he allowed to be shown.

“What? You don’t believe me?” He asked while tilting his head to the side. “Wiseman, show everyone,” he ordered.

You played with the rings on your finger in hopes to calm your nerves, but your heart was beating faster than your mind was thinking.

What could he possibly be talking about? Were you and Cody not sneaky enough? Did Cody do something with someone else?

No, he wouldn't dare.

Your question was answered when the tron popped on, footage of you and Cody kissing in what you both thought was a secluded area, played for the whole world.

What made it worse was the bling of yours and Cody’s wedding ring, which was currently not on your fingers, making it clear that you both were hiding everything.

They must’ve caught you before you two departed to your own respective jobs in the arena.

Cody continued his poker face, staring a hole in Roman. Meanwhile, your eyes were wide as saucers, not knowing how to react.

The secret’s out — everyone knows. Cody isn’t reacting which is scaring you, but another thing is; what does that mean for your job?

“Is that why you wanna get this over with? Because you’re married? You wanna go run off with your wife?”

Again, Cody didn’t flinch at the crowd’s reactions, screaming of emotions loud in his ears.

“And this Sunday, I’m gonna beat your ass,” he promised, voice getting serious and feet taking steps closer towards him. “And after your wife screams my name in that microphone in victory, I’m gonna make her scream in my hotel ro—”

Before he could finish Cody was on him, the microphone making a loud thumping noise as it fell to the mat.

Luckily, Pearce held an arm across you somewhat trying to protect you from the fight.

You watched with worry as Cody continued his beat down, successfully getting the upper hand on the champ.

“Cody stop!” you yelled while watching the ramp.

Knowing Roman, it wouldn't be long before the Uso’s, Solo, or even Sami come running down to help their ‘Chief’.

“Cody, please!” you begged, but he didn’t listen.

You decided to take matters into your own hands, moving from Pearces’ barrier and pulling at Cody’s arm, forcing him to stop his assault. “Baby, please stop and let’s go. His boys are gonna come soon!”

That thankfully seemed to grab his attention, his hand grabbing yours as he helped you out the ring.

It proved to be a good thing that you made him stop because the Uso’s and Solo came sliding in seconds later, amped to fight.

Backstage, adrenaline was still pumping through his veins as he thought about what had just happened.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” you assured him. “Don’t let what happened get to you.”

You made sure to adjust his head so he was looking at you.

It was something the girls would only admit to each other, knowing they didn’t stand a chance against some of the women such as Jackie, Taylor Wilde, ODB, and especially Awesome Kong.

Not to mention the history they had with each woman.

As the two beautiful girls stood in the hallway thinking of a plan, an idea came to Velvet's mind.

“Oh! I know who we can ask!”

“Who?” Angelina questioned.

“Y/n! The girl that’s like, really shy, and a lesbian! All we gotta do is show her our tits and she’ll drop to her knees for us.”

A smirk came to Angelina’s face as she pulled at her top. “This should be easy.”

They began walking, their heels clicking against the tile. “I ain’t lesbo, so don’t expect me to do much talking.” Velvet warned.

“Me either.”

The two girls found you in catering sitting alone and munching on a random breakfast sandwich.

As you took another bite they made their entrance, pulling the chairs back, the legs scraping against the floor as they sat down.

“Y/n, heyyy.” Angelina smiled.

“You look…” Velvet paused. “…pretty?” She complimented in question.

“I know you’re probably wondering why us, The Beautiful People, are here talking to someone like you, but I promise we’ll fill you in.” Angelina started.

“So, I don’t know if you heard, but Mr. Cornette just announced the Knockouts Battle Royal next week. You see, me and Angelina are excited—” “—very!” Angelina cut in while nodding her head. “But it all comes down to the fact that we’re too pretty to be in such a match.”

You frowned while taking another bite of your sandwich.

“Velvet’s right. The Beautiful People don’t like to get messy.”

She paused, looking at Velvet.

“Well, we like to get messy, but in other ways.” she winked, grinning as she saw your eyes widen.

She took that opportunity to scoot closer to you, the sight of her breast getting harder and harder for you to avoid.

“So instead of us fighting, we thought, maybe you could do some of the heavy lifting?” she hummed, leaning closer.

You gulped, attempting to back away but was met with Velvet’s touch. “W-Why me?”

“What do you mean ‘why you?’” Velvet asked with a hand over her heart.

“Well for one, you’re our only hope. We kinda made enemies with everyone on the roster. Like Roxxi hates us because we shaved her head.”

“And ODB hates us because Velvet called her the t-slur, but that’s besides the point!” Angelina dismissed with a wave of her hand.

“The point is, we need someone like you. Someone who’s loyal, someone who isn’t afraid to fight back, even against the biggest girl. Someone…beautiful like you.” Velvet finished.

She didn’t waste time scooting back and standing up. “Well, you have until next week to think about it and let us know your answer.” Angelina soon followed in line. “We hope you agree to help.”

She turned to walk away, but stopped. “Oh, you have some sauce right there.”

Before you could wipe it away yourself, Angelina did, her thumb swiping the corner of your lips.

Your heart skipped a beat and eyes widened as you looked at her.

Hers and Velvet’s expression matched yours, their eyes doubled in size as they realized what she just did.

“Nice talkin’ to ya!” Velvet spat out before dragging Angelina away and down the hall.

“What the hell was that last part!” She answered with the shrug of her shoulders and a stutter. “I-I don’t know! I wasn’t thinking!”

Silence grew between the two before Velvet broke it. “She was actually kinda cute.”

She bit her lip, scared Angelina would judge her, but got the answer of, “Yeah…she was.”

You haven’t seen this room in 3 years.

“Well, we missed you too.” Nattie announced while pulling you in for a hug. You let out a small giggle and attempted to push her away as she kissed your temple.

Nattie’s seen as a mother figure to many women on the roster, but none can compare to the relationship between you two.

She was really the only person who kept in touch with you after your…falling out.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you’re actually here!” Lash added.

“Why is everyone so happy? Why did you leave?”

You didn’t look up but heard some of the girls scolding the person who asked. It was Wren Sinclair, some NXT girl who just got called up to Smackdown.

“No guys, it’s fine. She doesn’t know.”

Her eyebrow cocked up. “Well…can I know?”

You felt Nattie’s soft touch on your wrist, and then heard her words. “You don’t have to. Most of us know that’s a hard chapter in your life—” She stopped talking when she saw the shake of your head. “No, I want to talk about it. Even if telling the story will make me break.”

The girls who were standing up quickly grabbed a seat, sitting down as if it was storytime.

“The short answer for why I left was because me and my ex, Dominik, broke up.”

A small gasp interrupted. “Dominik? Like Mysterio?”

You nodded.

“We met in 2021 when he wasn’t on the main roster yet, just training in the PC. I was a trainee there too, so we kind of grew a bond together.”

“He asked me out on a date 4 months into knowing each other, and then asked me to be his girlfriend the next.”

You couldn’t help the smile that came to your lips at the memory.

“And all was good! He took me out, let me meet his family, and we even moved in together that following year, but that was until he got put into The Judgement Day.”

You took a breath to prepare yourself for the next parts.

“Which one? The one with Edge and Damian, or the one with Rhea,—” You flinched at the mention. “Yeah, with Rhea.”

“Dominik didn’t tell me about the whole Dom-Rhea storyline, he just said he was getting ‘put into a team.’ Not that she was going to be trapping him between her thighs, or “helping her stretch”. I had to find out all of that as I watched each week.”

A loud scoff from Ivy was heard. “What an ass!” Followed up with the hollers of agreement from others.

“I hated it. I hated seeing them get down on TV, even if it was something as little as whispering in each other’s ears. And I know you may be thinking ‘why didn’t I just tell him how I felt?’ Trust me, I tried.”

You let out a nervous laugh before continuing.

“God, I tried so many times to tell him that I hated it when he and Rhea were on the screen. I told him that I didn’t like it when he hung out with her after the shows, or when they posted each other on their social media stories, but he didn’t listen.”

You took a moment to grab a tissue Nattie offered you and wipe your nose.

“And then…he did listen!” Arianna spoiled, remembering it all like it was yesterday.

“Yeah he did. Everyone did.” you slightly smirked. “It was some late month in 2023 when he told me he was going to someone’s house. He wouldn't say who.”

Charlotte hummed and threw a knowing look.

“Before he left, he told me ‘not to worry ‘bout her,’ and I knew exactly who he was talking about… Long story short, he wasn’t answering my calls and it was like midnight at this point. I was getting worried so I looked at his location, and guess where he was?”

No one answered.

“Rhea’s house!”

‘Ooo’s’ traveled around the table.

“It might sound crazy, but I drove there and yelled at him. I yelled at him until my throat was sore, not knowing they were live streaming. I decided to call it quits that night in front of millions, and to make it clear, I don’t blame or hate Rhea. I give Dominik all credit.”

Some laughed.

“I asked for my release the next morning and moved back home with my family. Haven’t stepped foot in this arena since.”

You looked around the table and saw looks of pity.

“Do you still love him?”

You sniffled before laughing. “I don’t know. I still have all the letters he wrote me.”

“Letters?”

“Yeah. Sometime in the relationship he didn’t have a phone, so he would write letters and send them to me. I thought it was cute and he kept it up.”

“What were the letters about?” Blake prodded once more.

You closed your eyes with a smile, missing how Tiffany hit her for continuing the obvious harsh conversation.

“Oh, you know, the typical ‘You’re the only girl I want in my life.’ and ‘I love you so much and can’t wait to see you!’. And I fell for it like an idiot.”

Across from you, Jacy let out a scoff while crossing her arms over her chest. “I knew not to trust that mustache, chicken nugget-loving freak.”

The sound of a smack was heard followed by a ‘what!’ from Jacy.

“No, she's right.” you admitted with a chuckle.

“So that’s how you feel about me.”

Your head whipped around at the familiar voice, eyes widening at the sight of him.

“Is that what you’ve been telling people about our breakup?”

You didn’t say anything as you stood up and began walking down the hall.

You weren’t walking because you were scared to talk to him, no, you were walking for the sake of your mental health. For the sake of having a good first impression back.

“Hey, where are you going? You still gotta meet Liv, Raquel, and Roxxane!” he called out while following you.

You paused, finally turning around to face him. “Just go back to Liv!”

He took a step back with his hands in a surrender pose. “Woah, why are you so mad? Are you jealous?” he jabbed with a grin.

“No, I’m not jealous Dominik. I’m disgusted!”

You watched as his smile disappeared.

“I’m disgusted with the way you carry yourself, as if you're greater than everyone else. Like you’re immune to anyone’s feelings!” you yelled.

“I get that you’re with her now or whatever, but don’t forget you had me first. I was with you when you had nobody! and this—” you motioned to him with your hand. “—is not the man I met at the PC all those years ago. This is not the same man who promised to marry me in all those letters. Now, you’re nothing but a fucking dick!”

By the time you’re finished with your heartfelt rant, tears are streaming down your cheeks and you swear you could see his eyes water.

The sound of clapping from behind him made you straighten up, your blurry eyesight becoming clear.

“Aw, that was so cute!”

It was Liv. Along with her other teammates.

“Look, I’m sure it was a nice reunion you had with my Dommy Dom, but we have better things to do than sit around and listen to your dump. Byeeeee!”

Before Dominik could speak, she was dragging him away, the sight of your broken frame itched into his mind.

It really made him question: how could he be so reckless with your heart?

For Those Who Haven’t Heard!

It was unfortunately extended when the sound of Harley Cameron’s voice singing The IInspiration’s theme rang out.

You all watched the ramp expecting them to come out, and missed seeing Hakov take out Madison before Rosemary rolled up Emma for the 3 count.

When the bell rang, you turned to see Emma on her back while the two winners ran out the ring and up the ramp.

You quickly slid inside, crawling towards her. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Madison soon entered with a disappointed look.

You held your hand out in an attempt to help her up but she scoffed, “Now you want to help.”

You then tried to comfort her, putting a hand on her arm. “It’s alright, you’ll get them next time.” But Emma wasn’t having it.

She pushed you away causing you to trip and fall. “Don’t touch me.”

Fans ‘oohed’, seeing a crack in your trio, and although angry, Madison helped you up and led you backstage.

There was an uncomfortable silence as you three walked down the hall, your lip damn near bleeding from how hard you were biting it.

“Guys, I’m sorry… I was just looking at the ramp to make sure they—”

“Exactly, that’s the problem! You were looking at the ramp!” Madison yelled, making you jump.

She rarely yells compared to Emma.

“Y’know, ever since they came back it’s like they’re all you think about. It’s like you’re obsessed with them or something.”

You shook your head and opened your mouth, but Madison held her hand up forcing you to hush. “Just be quiet. Give me and Emma time to talk about this. I guess we’ll see you later.”

The two walked off leaving you alone.

Feeling ashamed and like a failure, you sit on the floor, back against the wall as you think about what just happened.

“There she is!” Two familiar voices said in sync.

Oh god, here they come.

You close your eyes at the voices, waiting for them to come talk to you. (and also to hope that if you have your eyes closed, they won’t see you)

“Y/n, you look so cute-oh! Are you crying?” You hear Cassie ask.

“She’s definitely crying,” Jessie confirmed.

The sound of their tag team belts clinging reach your ears as they make moves to sit beside you. “Alright. Tell us what’s wrong.”

You look up at the two girls thinking if you should actually tell them what’s going on. They clearly have to know, the whole thing was their fault!

“It’s nothing… just a team dispute,” you dismiss with a small sniffle.

Cassie pouts, her thumb coming up and brushing away a fallen tear. “It’s obviously something if it’s making you sad.”

You try to back away from her touch but are met with Jessie’s, her arms wrapping around your frame and pulling you into her.

“I bet it was those stupid wannabe IInspiration girls. They’ve been really rude to you for the past couple of weeks.”

Cassie agreed, “Yeah, they treat you like you’re beneath them, like you're nothing but their servant who’s supposed to help them win every match.”

They let out a breath, seemingly trying to control their anger.

“We really care about you, Y/n.” Jessie spoke.

Cassie quickly grabbed you, pulling you into her chest. “We think you should be with two girls who actually like you instead of use you. I mean, we’ve been trying for weeks now to get you to join us, but your little “friends” are stonewalling you!”

Your eyes flutter close as the scent of her perfume engulfs your nose and nails gently scratch your scalp.

“We won’t control you like them.” Cassie promised.

“We will appreciate you and show you to the world that you are more than a manager, but the 3rd most inspirational wrestler on the TNA roster!” Jessie grinned.

“Andourgirlfriend, but there’s so much more than that!”

You almost missed the first part, but decided not to speak on it.

Guilt began eating at you as you laid in their hold and allowed them to talk to you in such ways.

This was the exact thing Emma and Madison were talking about and why they hated the two girls so much.

You gulped and started to move out of their hold. “I-I shouldn’t be talking to you guys, but thank you for comforting me.”

They both frowned, noticing the change in you. You were clearly enjoying their presence, but the thought of your so-called teammates was forcing you to pull away.

They both stood up with you, a smile coming to their lips. “Aw, anytime! We’ll always be here to talk to you!” Cassie stated with a hug from behind.

“Just think about what we said, okay?” Jessie insisted.

You nodded your head in agreement hoping that would send them away, but part of you knew that wasn’t why you were nodding.

With a hug from Jessie, the two swayed down the hall, making sure to throw a wink your way.

You continued to stand there in thought, but not about what would happen with your current team. Instead, you were thinking about the two inspirational women.

The Video: (minutes 17:15-49:55)

Billy suggested it, saying ‘this would be a good stress relief’.

A house full of nothing but drunk, incoherent teenagers sounds like a dream to him, and Stu being the follower he was, happily tagged along, but he was a little hesitant. Hesitant because you, his girlfriend, was going to be there.

When Billy told him the plan he tried to get him to change the location, but when Billy has his mind set on something, nothing or no one can change it.

“Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, I snuck into the house before the party and put jammers on the windows and back door, so it’ll be 10x harder for them to escape!” Billy laughed, making Stu grin. “So we’ll just enter through the front and— take some anger out!” Billy ordered while putting his mask on, his voice changing mid-sentence.

Stu watched as he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing two of the biggest knives. “Hey, Bill…” he called out. “I’m fine with whatever we do, but I just ask not to touch Y/n.”

Billy was walking towards him when he paused due to his words.

“She’s my girl, and I don’t want anything happening to her.”

Billy let out an annoyed groan. “Why would you let her go!” “I tried to get her to stay home but she wouldn’t listen!” Billy sighed once more, running his black-gloved hand down his face. “Whatever, but it’s not my fault if she gets hurt. Now put your mask on and let’s go.”

Almost everything went exactly how they planned.

Almost.

After Billy checked the back door to make sure it was locked, they made their entrance through the front.

Students were confused as to who these uninvited guests were and why they were dressed in such suspicious costumes, but their confused look turned terrified when the knife came out.

It was chaos, everyone running, decorations being knocked down and broken, people attempting to go to the back door but weren't budging open.

The two boys ran through them, slashing and poking every person they ran by, and it was fun. Stu found joy, completely forgetting you were there until he saw your body slouched in the corner, tears running down your cheeks and hand gripping the right side of your stomach.

He froze, his breathing picking up slightly.

You were hurt. He told Billy not to touch you but he clearly didn’t listen.

His hands shook as he stepped forward, but paused when he saw your body flinch further into the wall.

Right, he was Ghostface, not Stu. He can't help you when he’s dressed in this costume.

He gulped behind the mask, trying to think of a way to help. Just then, the feeling of a hand gripping his shoulder made him turn around. “Hey, what are you doing, they’re getting away!”

It was Billy.

“I told you not to touch her.” Billy rolled his eyes. “Come on, man. Stop worrying about her and let’s go get the others!”

He tried walking away but Stu grabbed his wrist. “Why didn’t you listen to me! I said not to touch her and you still did!”

You continued to watch as the two black-cloaked figures argued, their voices scarily sounding the same.

“Enough! You knew what this was when we started all of this, and just because some stupid girl is in the mix doesn’t mean we stop.”

It seemed his words had an effect on Stu because he stopped arguing.

“Actually, let me help you forget her.”

Your eyes widened as he started walking towards you, his grip on the knife tightening.

More tears fell, but no sounds came.

You knew it was over. You were already bleeding out and couldn't move from pure shock, but what you didn’t expect was the other cloaked person to stab your attacker.

A gasp was heard from him, the knife clattering to the floor in front of you to which you quickly grabbed.

As he fell to the ground, his mask slipped off revealing it to be someone familiar.

“Billy?”

Your tears of betrayal stopped once you realized you were next.

With weak hands, you pointed the knife in front of you as a threat, but you knew you probably wouldn't be able to actually use it.

“D-Don’t come any closer o-or I’ll use it on y-you!”

He reached up and took his mask off.

“S-Stu?”

The tears came back as you dropped the knife, your brain pounding from all this new-found information.

Billy and Stu are the killers. The same killers that were on the news, the killers who already killed 5 people prior to this attack, the killers that made Stu so worried to even let you come to this party, and now you know why.

He took the cloak and gloves off before hesitantly picking you up, but not without a fight from you.

“Y/n, please stop. Let me get you out of here.” You continued to fight, not knowing if you should trust him. “Please, baby. I promise I’ll tell you everything, but we need to go!” You gave up, feeling the wound on your stomach screaming at every movement you made.

The sound of sirens could be heard as Stu ran out the front door. “Help! Help us!”

Police quickly swarmed the house, 2 Paramedics leading you and Stu inside the ambulance. They closed the door and began taking off, Stu’s hand intertwining with yours. “I promise we’ll be okay.”

You waited patiently, sitting on the bench near the door while scrolling through Instagram.

“Hello, lovely lady.”

You jumped at the voice, eyes making contact with a man hunched over, hands curled up in a zombie like stance, and black and white paint on his face.

“I’m Danhausen, nice to meet you.” He spoke quickly, taking his right hand from his cape and shaking your outstretched, confused hand. “Y/n…” you muttered back.

Who was this and why was he coming up to you?

“You probably haven’t seen me around, but I’m Hook’s “friend”,”

You thought about it and slowly nodded. This was the guy Hook’s been telling you about — the guy who’s been basically harassing him for a tag match against Tony and Mark.

“—and there have been some, uh, problems with Tony Neese and his manager, Mark Sterling, and I say we team together and take them down! But, Hook doesn’t want to.” He made sure to frown at the end of that sentence.

“I heard from some people around here that you’re his lady, so I thought maybe you could help me out.”

“Um, well, Hook has a problem with trusting people. He likes to do everyone on his own, a lone wolf, you know?” Danhausen nodded. “This is no offense to you, but you’re not really on his level?” You admitted in a question. 

You didn’t want to sound completely rude, but it was just the truth. The difference between Hook’s fighting style and Danhausen's was extremely noticeable.

“He wants to be around people who are more serious in the ring, and not someone who plays around.”

That made Danhausen gasp, a facepaint-stained hand coming over his heart. “Danhausen is serious! Danhausen doesn’t play around! I really do curse people, wanna see?”

You opened your mouth to decline but he was already raising his two hands, both of them pointing at you. 

Before he could speak, the door opened.

You didn’t notice the person who stepped out was your boyfriend, nor did you see him charging towards Danhausen.

You blinked and he was pinning the poor guy to the wall.

“Hook!” You yelled, watching with wide eyes as his grip around the black and red top grew tighter.

“You want my attention? Fine. But don’t ever come near my girl again.”

You let out a breath you were holding, rushing forward and pulling Hook away from him. “Hook, stop it! You’re scaring him!”

You both looked at Danhausen who still had his arms and hands pinned to the wall, teeth on display, and eyes opened wide.

“He was just asking me to convince you to tag with him.”

Hook rolled his eyes.

“I think you should do it.”

He attempted to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist forcing him to stay. “Come on, please?” You pouted. 

“Yes, please do!” Danhausen added.

You glared at him, telepathically telling him to hush.

“Please? For me?”

Hook’s eyes fluttered close in a way to calm his annoyance. “Fine.”

You let out a cheer and pressed a kiss to his cheek while intertwining your hands. “See you at Double or Nothing next week!”

You both began walking away, but Danhausen's voice rang out. “Where are you two going?” “To the diner down the street. You should totally come!”

“No.”

“Alright!”

You’re cold and he doesn’t have a jacket?

He gives you the shirt off his back.

It’s 2 AM and you’re craving a specific snack?

He’s walking to the gas station around the corner of your house.

What really got everyone was the time you were walking in the arena and noticed a puddle of water on the ground.

Of course it had to be near the only entrance inside the arena, so what did Dexter do? He took his jacket off and placed it over the puddle so you could step on it.

Talk about princess treatment.

And today was like any other as you sat in catering, wrapping up your conversation with Indi. “I’ll see you for our match!” she called out while walking away.

You stood up with a sigh and looked over at Dexter who was still seated in the steel chair, waiting patiently for an order.

“Let’s go, I’m ready to go to our locker room.”

You began walking towards the exit without looking back, knowing he would follow.

Even if it took a second for him to slip his backpack on, grab your duffel bag, purse, and suitcase, he was still behind you.

“I don’t think it would hurt you to take your own stuff.”

You froze, feet and heart stopping to make sure you heard correctly.

With a confused tilt of your head, you turned around to see who dared to comment.

Nicole Beck.

She was some girl Robert Stone brought in because “she had potential” when in reality, she was just a family friend.

“Well actually, it probably would, considering how much unnecessary things you brought.” she joked.

You let out a fake laugh, smiling softly. “That was a good one! But I don’t think it would kill you to mind your own business. What Dexter does has nothing to do with you, so why don’t you go run along to Stone and beg for a match or something.”

You thought that was it, you thought you had ended the interaction, but she spoke once more.

“Dexter, I hope you know you don’t have to stay with her. She’s clearly treating you terribly, I mean look at the state she’s got you in! Your arms are gonna fall off soon enough if you keep letting her use you as her personal porter.”

Your eyes close and a breath releases from your chest. You’re really trying to be the bigger person, but she’s really pushing your buttons with every mention of your boyfriend.

“Nicole…I’m really trying to be nice here—”

Judging by how sarcastic and high-pitched your tone was getting, Dexter could tell you were about to say something insulting.

“Enough.”

The room, which was once full of talking and laughter, was now silent.

“I’m fine with how she treats me.”

A smug smirk tugged on your lips as gasps were heard and the sight of Nicole‘s pink cheeks came to sight.

“See? I told you so.”

You turn away from her and take two steps before stopping. “Not that you should be worried about what happens, but Dexter’s arms are completely fine.”

You pause.

“Although, there’s other body parts that might ‘fall off’.”

You made sure to throw a wink while giggling as the girl stormed off, her neck matching the color of her face.

It was 6 times the size of your own apartment back in America, and that’s the main reason why you came to the UK.

Despite having a job in a high-end restaurant, the pay was shit. There were no other jobs around you that gave you good pay, and you could barely pay your bills on time.

You saw this job as an opportunity to start a new life, in a new country, stress free. Not only that, but they offered to let you stay full-time, which means you’ll get money and have a place to stay for free! Of course you’re taking this job!

With a sigh, you walked up the steps and knocked on the door. It only took a minute until it opened, yourself being met by Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire.

“Y/n?” You nod, a contagious smile coming to their lips. “Come in, come in, dear!” They pestered you.

You step inside and they close the door, allowing you to look around.

“Gosh, aren’t you just a beautiful thing!” Mrs. Heelshire gushed while gently pinching your cheek. “Oh would you stop it. She doesn’t need you telling her that.” Mr. Heelshire protested while beginning to walk up the stairs.

You both followed, your suitcase bumping against the stairs. “Can’t help it! Brahms will love her!”

Upstairs was what you presumed to be your room, the older couple standing outside the door. “This is where you’ll sleep. Thought we’d let you put your luggage down before givin’ you a tour.”

You throw another smile and roll your suitcase inside before closing the door. You’ll unpack your stuff when they leave.

“Alright, let’s go downstairs!”

For the next 20 minutes the couple gave you a tour of each room, making sure to add a suggestive comment.

“This is the sitting room. Here, you can read a book.” or “Here’s the kitchen. This is where you’ll be cooking for Brahms!”

The tour ended with them at the dining room table, a piece of paper sitting in the middle.

“We’re almost out of your hair, just one more thing.” Mr. Heelshire joked. “Brahms is our good boy, but he has a routine and rules to follow,” Mrs. Heelshire states. “There’s 10 of them, but I’ll tell you the most important 2.”

She paused with the lick of her lips, adding onto the suspense of what was next to be said.

“Rule #1. No Guests, and Rule #2. Never Leave Brahms Alone.”

Your eyebrows furrow at the rules. You thought they were going to be something normal like “no candy before bed”, but to be fair, not leaving him alone makes sense, but no guests? Luckily, you don’t know anyone, so there wouldn't be anyone coming here anyways.

“Speaking of him, let me get go him!”

You watched as Mrs. Heelshire walked up the stairs and soon came back down.

You expected a little boy to be next to her or even in her arms, but instead, you were met with a pale, porcelain doll.

“Here he is!” She announced in a cheerful voice.

You were quiet for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. “O-oh, he’s…adorable.” You compliment with an awkward laugh at the end.

Mr. Heelshire quickly agreed. “Isn’t he? We just bought the suit last week. Wanted him fresh for his new nanny!”

Mrs. Heelshire set Brahms down in one of the dining room chairs and stood up straight. “Well, I guess we’re on our way now!”

The two began walking towards the door, weirdly looking at everything they passed by. It was almost as if they were trying to remember it, like they wouldn't see it again.

“I guess it’s just you and me, Brahms.”

You honestly didn't take the whole dollsitting thing seriously the first week.

You found it weird to treat the doll like a human, and even expressed it to your best friend, Greta.

“Greta, they have me taking care of a doll, a porcelain doll! They think the doll is their son!” You remember telling her.

“Hey, think about it like this. You’re getting paid, brought groceries, and being able to stay in that big ass house just to look after a doll. It’s a win in my books!”

She then made a joke. “Imagine throwing an epic party in that place!”

“Oh no, no parties over here. That breaks Rule #1. No Guests!” You joked back. “Well, it does go along with one other rule, that being #6. Play Loud Music.”

You both shared a laugh.

In Week 3 you found yourself extremely bored.

You haven’t been paying attention to Brahms, but you have been noticing strange things happening.

Like some of your clothes going missing, food mysteriously disappearing off a plate, noises seemingly coming from the walls, and sounds of a child.

Not to mention Brahms “teleporting” around the house.

So on a Thursday afternoon, you decided to try out the little routine.

Wake him up at 7:00 AM sharp, dress him up for the day, feed him breakfast, do some reading, take a nap, have some lunch, bath time, dinner, goodnight kiss, and sleep.

Doing it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, and actually made you feel busy and most importantly, useful.

You continued the routine for the next week, the once strict rules beginning to feel natural. You no longer had to look at the paper anymore to see what was next, you just knew what to do.

When you updated Greta about your status, she began to change.

“You’re actually taking care of that thing?" she asked, causing you to feel offended.

“Hey, watch it! He's not a ‘thing’, he's Brahms.” you defended him in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Tell me you're joking. You don’t even have to take care of the doll and you’ll still get paid. When are the Heelshires’ coming back anyways?”

You actually didn’t think about that. When recommended this job, you didn't ask where they were going or when they were coming back. You just knew they were leaving and needed someone to look after Brahms.

“I don’t know but they’re still paying me, and it doesn’t matter when they’ll be back. As long as they’re gone, I’m gonna be here for Brahms.”

You looked up at the clock on the wall, seeing the time. “Speaking of, it’s time for lunch. I’ll talk to you next week.”

Week 6 you decided the house needed a good cleaning. The bookshelf in the living room was starting to grow dust on it and it kind of grossed you out.

Everywhere you went, both Brahms did too, sitting next to you as you explained what you were doing.

The last room that needed to be dusted was your bedroom.

You walked up the stairs with cleaning supplies in one arm and Brahms in the other before gently placing him beside you so he was sitting up.

“Don’t worry Brahms, this is the last room and then we can go make some lunch. How does that sound?”

You then began dusting off everything you saw; dressers, nightstands, books, and even the walls.

As you were cleaning you noticed a picture that was almost worse than the bookshelf downstairs. You took it down to wipe it, but got distracted by something else.

A hole.

Without looking away from it, you slowly placed the picture down and stepped closer to the spot.

“What the…?” You asked no one as you bent down and peeked through it.

It was hard to see, but you could make out a bed with white sheets, a nightstand that had a clean plate on it, and most scarily, a mannequin dressed in your clothes.

There was the hat you thought you left at the airport, a pair of shorts that mysteriously disappeared from your dirty clothes bin, and other pieces around the figure.

You were smart enough to connect the dots and think whoever has been back there was changing the mannequin’s outfit — just like you do for Brahms.

You tried to look around once more, wanting to see what else was back there, but the sight of someone’s eye made yours widen.

You flew backwards with a yelp, eyes stinging as you stared at the hole.

All you saw was a white mask, the eye through the small hole looking dead at you.

Your head slowly turned to look at the doll and then the hole.

“Brahms…”

“So you're telling me you were cleaning your bedroom and found a hole in the wall?”

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you.

“And then you looked through the said hole and saw someone else looking back at you?”

“Yep.”

She let out a shiver, “God, I don’t know if it’s creepy because that might’ve been someone, or the fact that could've been a gloryhole

“Oh my—Greta!”

“What?! You know how freaky old people get, especially when they’re alone.”

You shook your head at her words. “You’re so weird!”

A comfortable silence took over the call before you spoke.

“I know it might sound crazy, but I’m like 98% sure the person was Brahms, and before you say anything hear me out!”

She sighed.

“Things have been changing, like my clothes and food disappearing, Brahms moving when I’m not looking, and other signs of life. When I looked through the hole, I saw a mannequin dressed up in some of my missing stuff. There’s someone back there and it only makes sense if it was Brahms!”

You bit your lip as the line grew quiet.

“Y/n…”

You gulped.

“Listen to yourself. You really expect me to believe the doll you're taking care of is actually someone living in the walls? That sounds absurd!”

“I know, I know, but think about it! He—” She cut you off. “No, I’m not gonna ‘think about it’. You’ve been acting really weird lately. Like I don’t know if you remember, but you called me last week and forgot to hang up. I could hear you talking to him, talking to that doll like it was a real person.”

She paused.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Y/n, but I’m saying it because you’re my best friend and I’m really worried about your mental state.”

You frowned. “What, why?”

“You’ve been talking crazy for the last 2 months. Taking care of a doll like it’s a human, saying he’s in the walls, eating food—“ The sound of sizzling forces her to stop speaking. “—what are you doing?”

“Cooking meatballs. Spaghetti is for dinner tonight, it’s Brahms' favorite!”

She held back a groan. “See, this is what I’m talking about! You sound like a weirdo, and I’m really worried for you. I think I’m gonna book a ticket to fly over there next week.”

That made you pause mid stir. “Don’t. Besides, aren’t you scared of heights?” you try reasoning with her, but also make an excuse to not get her to come.

“If it means saving you from going insane then I’ll take on that fear.”

You didn’t take her words seriously, not believing she would actually get on a plane and fly here, but she did.

You were sitting on the living room couch reading a book to Brahms when a couple of knocks came on the front door.

You were confused, looking down at your phone to see the date. It hasn’t been a week yet, so it wouldn't be Malcolm with groceries.

You opened the door and your confused expression turned to surprise. “Greta?”

She didn’t say a word, pushing herself inside causing you to panic. “G-Greta, you can't be here.” She scoffed, “Why not? Afraid I’m going to see how crazy you are?”

You let out a sigh, running your hands down your jeans. “Just having you here is breaking Rule #1. No Guests.”

She laughed in disbelief. You really have gone crazy, insane even. “Y/n, he's a doll! There are no rules for taking care of a doll!”

You shook your head, “He’s not just a doll, he's real! There’s a real Brahms that lives in the walls!”

“Y/N, DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW!” she yelled, silence taking over the home.

She swallowed harshly, eyes closing as she tried to regain composure. “Brahms is not real. He’s a doll who the Heelshires’ pretended were real probably due to some trauma or not being able to have a kid. There’s no one living in the walls, you’re just going crazy from being in this house for so long, I mean, when’s the last time you went to the store?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Never have. They have Malcolm bringing me groceries every week.”

Your answer made her laugh once more.

“See! They convinced you to come take care of their “son” and leave you here. They don’t want you to ever leave, hence why they have someone bringing you groceries. You’re stuck here, and I won’t let you be for any longer!”

Your mouth opened to question her as she began walking up the stairs. “Greta, where are you going?” She ignored you, coming down with your backpack after a couple of seconds.

It was your emergency backpack you took everywhere, full of 3 outfits, hygiene supplies, and more necessities small enough to fit inside.

“We’re leaving.”

Your heart dropped, head unknowingly starting to shake. “N-No, I can’t.”

She slung the backpack over one shoulder and grabbed your wrist. “Put your shoes on. We’re going back home.” You refused once more, “No! I have to stay and take care of Brahms!”

Just as you finished your sentence, the sound of fast footsteps rang through your ears.

You watched as Greta dropped your bag and slowly walked towards the wall, putting her ear against it.

Her face was full of concentration, listening, wondering what and where the noise was coming from.

Seconds later, it was quiet.

“W-What was that noise?”

Brahms.

As if you called him, a hole was busted through the wall, making Greta to fall down to the floor. She looked up with wide, scared eyes, seeing who you’ve been talking about for the past 3 months.

She scrambled to her feet, running and grabbing your hand. “We gotta go!”

She attempted to pull you but you fought back, planting your feet into the floor. “Y/n, stop playing and let’s go!”

You didn’t budge.

You don’t know when you've gotten so strong all of a sudden, but maybe it was the adrenaline from wanting to stay.

“Y/N, you're acting like a selfish bit—” Her words were cut off by a scream, Brahms grabbing her hair and harshly yanking her back.

A sickening crack echoed around the living room, your body jumping and face wincing at the sound.

You stared down at your best friend's limp body, the sight of dark red blood slipping from the back of her head.

Not only couldn’t you find any ounce of care that her bodily fluids were staining the floor, but you didn’t feel any sad emotion. Instead, you felt relieved, relieved that she wasn’t in the way anymore.

You looked up to see Brahms staring at you, chest heaving up and down. “C’mere Brahms, let’s go lay down for a bit before dinner.”

You took his hand and guided him to your bedroom where you both laid, his arms wrapped around your waist while your hands played with his hair.

At first, you both were great at hiding it. You made sure not to do anything that would raise suspicion, but as of late, the façade began to slip.

The first slip up happened while the trio stood around Karen’s locker.

They were waiting for her as she looked for some squishy a teacher rewarded her with.

In that little time, Gretchen allowed herself to scan the hallway full with people, and noticed something questionable.

“Regina, don’t make it obvious, but look at Y/n.”

Regina, making it obvious, whipped around and searched for you, her eyes quickly landing on you.

You were standing at your own locker, talking with some random girl, but she knew that wasn’t why Gretchen got her attention.

“I think she’s wearing your necklace?”

Ah yes, the necklace. Regina had put it on you 2 days ago while watching a movie because in her words, ‘she loves the way her things look on you’.

You tried to argue that it would give people hints, but that was what she wanted. She wanted people to try and figure out what happened to the expensive necklace she “lost”, and to “mark you” as hers.

She made the announcement on her Snapchat story, asking if anyone found it to please give it back.

That next day everyone was searching for it.

“…”

Gretchen cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence. “I’m gonna go get it back!”

She only got to take one step before Regina’s hand was on her shoulder, stopping her from moving. “No. It’s not mine.”

Gretchen tilted her head. “It’s not?”

Regina didn’t answer once more, making it even more questionable. Why was she acting like this?

“She’s probably copying me. You know how obsessed people are about me,” she partially lied.

Gretchen bought it.

Something else that brought suspicion was Regina's phone.

She was supposed to be showing the girls a TikTok post from some random classmate, (so they could make fun of them) but instead, they saw your profile.

What made it 10x worse was the follow button was pink, indicating that she was in fact, a follower.

“The follow button is my favorite color!” Karen giggled when she noticed.

“Yeah…why are you following her?” Gretchen added.

Regina was quiet for a couple of seconds, trying to think of an excuse.

She forgot to switch back to her "Queen Bee” account and not her stalking one.

“Stop worrying about what I’m doing on my phone and worry about your own. God Gretchen, you’re always so nosy.” She muttered, causing the wavy-haired girl to frown.

Way to place the blame on Gretchen and draw the attention away from her.

An additional, but more serious moment transpired after a full school day of begging.

Karen and Gretchen pleaded with Regina to take them home. It was mainly because they didn’t want to ride the bus, but also because they haven’t rode with her in about a week.

Regina’s Jeep began to act funny and was sent to the shop, so until it’s fixed, she was left with her Dad’s truck.

When the two girls opened the doors, they began to think it wasn’t just her broken down Jeep that made them not be able to ride with her.

Certain items caught their eyes; like the two cups in the cup holder, the chip bag on the dashboard across from the passenger seat, and the pink fluffy blanket in the backseat.

Yeah, it could just be Regina not cleaning out the car, but the cup and chips are what gave it away.

For one, the cup had Y/F/I (your first initial) on it, and Regina doesn’t even like that brand of food!

Despite all the questioning flags in their mind, they sat down and let Regina drive.

The final straw that basically confirmed the relationship was the cheese fries incident.

It was all because a group of boys decided to cheat on a math test that Ms. Norbury started questioning students before the bell rang.

Regina just so happened to be one of them that day.

As soon as she was let go, she knew the cheese fries were gone. If you weren’t the first 20 people in line, you weren’t getting any.

Her prediction came true once she walked past everyone in line and saw her yellow, cheesy goodness was gone.

With a scowl on her face, she stomped towards the Plastic’s table, sitting across Gretchen and Karen.

“Sorry Regina! I got the last tray of cheese fries, but Karen was hungry.” Gretchen said, eyes traveling to a smiling Karen.

“Yeah, they were yummy!” She bragged while kicking her feet.

Regina rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed with Gretchen’s meaningless apology.

She looked around the cafeteria, studying every table.

Nothing interesting, just a bunch of nobodies.

It was when her eyes caught your frame walking by that a smirk came to her face.

“Hey, Y/n. Gimme some cheese fries.”

Gretchen and Karen froze.

They were so busy staring at Regina that they didn’t notice the pointed look you gave her.

“Please,” she begged with a pout while fluttering her lashes.

You let out a groan before placing your napkin down and pushing some fries on it. You walked away without another word, Regina’s eyes trailing down your body before turning around.

It shouldn’t have been so shocking to Gretchen and Karen knowing Regina loves to use her charm to get what she wants, but there was a small sign that this wasn’t just her using that charm. It was almost…real.

Another thing that surprised them was that Regina asked for it. Regina doesn’t ask for anything, especially if it’s to someone not in their group. She gets everything for free.

And the “please”?? They’ve never heard her say that word, not even to her own mother.

“What?” She questioned while popping a fry in her mouth.

Those were just some of the very few moments your relationship was almost exposed, but when it finally was, it was in the gym locker room.

After a long hour in the gym, being forced to run laps, all the girls were inside changing.

You remember looking around while quickly slipping on a clean pair of panties when your eyes caught something of Regina’s’.

Her bra. Your favorite bra to be exact.

It was a black push-up with lacy trims around the edges, and not only was it the design that made you stare, but the low cut did.

It added onto the desire for wanting to see what was behind it, hence why it was your favorite.

You watched with wide eyes as her right hand trailed down her left breast, specifically around the hickey close to her nipple.

That was the main reason she didn’t wear that bra on the days she had gym. It exposed too much.

They grew even bigger when you made eye contact, seeing that teasing smirk on her lips.

She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she loves the reaction she's getting out of you.

You were frozen, almost as if you couldn’t move your body nor eyes from the sight of her.

“O.M.G. Y/n’s staring at Regina’s chest!” You heard some random girl yell.

You finally snapped out your trance, eyes frantically watching as girls whispered. They glared at you with disgust in the eyes, the faint sound of lesbian jokes ringing in your ears.

“She’s a little perv for Regina!” Another girl accused causing the whispering to double.

You felt like a creep amongst their stares, your face getting hot.

In a calm tone while walking towards you, Regina demanded, “Stop talking about my girlfriend.”

You didn’t see the reaction of everyone at her words, but you did hear the gasps when she pecked your lips.

“Only I can tease her and call her a perv,” she teased with a grin.

She walked out the door without sparing a glance, Gretchen and Karen hesitantly following her.

It was quiet as everyone stared at you, but you ignored the stares.

Andre Harris:

You’re proud of your man and you make sure to express it almost every chance you can.

Whether it’s for his singing, instrumental skills, academic ability, the way he takes care of his family, or simply just being a good boyfriend to you.

So when it was announced that Andre would be going against some random guy in the competitive talent show, you were all behind him.

From the moment he told you what he was doing, to the rehearsals, and to the very moment he was on stage in front of the whole school.

When his performance was over everyone cheered, including you who yelled to a cheerful Tori, “He’s gotta win! He’s the best one out of the whole show!”

Your words caught the ears of someone behind you, specifically the girlfriend of the guy Andre was against.

A tap on your shoulder made you turn around to be faced with said girlfriend.

“Hey girlie, I heard you say something along the lines of Andre being the best competitor in the talent show?”

With a bright smile, you nodded. “Yeah, his performance is just unmatched!”

“Yeah, that’s what you think..” she muttered under her breath. “But I know for a fact, my baby Chase is gonna win with his juggling act!” she proudly boasted.

Your eyebrows furrowed and head tilted. “Uh…I don’t think juggling can compete with a singing and dancing performance, but whatever makes you more entertained!”

You didn’t mean it in a rude way, you were just stating the obvious!

“Are you saying your boyfriend is better than mine? Because I can guarantee you Chase can run circles around Andre all. day. long.”

You decided to be the bigger person and ignore her, wanting to end the small argument, but to her, that came off as a sign of her winning.

“See! You’re ignoring me ‘cause I’m right!”

…

Then as disrespectful.

“Actually I’m done with you! You think you can claim your boyfriend is better than mine? Let’s see who the better girlfriend is!”

Students began to look at the commotion instead of her boyfriend on stage, who was miserably failing his juggling attempts.

Her purse dropped and her hands went to her earrings, preparing for a fight, but it would never come as Andre came behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you back.

“Easy, easy, now. What's going on? There’s no need for fighting.”

The girl’s expression flared even more at the sight of him. “Your stupid girlfriend thinks you’re better than Chase!”

Andre’s eyebrows raised, somewhat taken aback. He knew you wouldn’t actually say that, but he could clearly see anything related to that claim fired her up.

“Look, I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding. Y/n wouldn’t say anything like that.”

She opened her mouth to complain, but Andre beat her to it.

“But. If she said that, I’m sorry.”

The fact Andre was apologizing for "your mistake” angered her to the point of disinterest. She picked up her earrings and purse and stomped away to the parking lot.

You pecked his sweaty cheek. “Thank you.”

Beck Oliver:

You really don’t know why you're still with Beck, he’s honestly nothing but a playboy. Yeah, he’s hot, but he’s not exclusive to you.

Another thing you don’t understand is why the girl in front of you was trying to fight.

You had walked into Sikowitz’s class to see her sitting in your seat, the spot that just so happened to be next to Beck.

You were nice at first, asking her to find somewhere else to sit, but it seemed after you told her Beck was your boyfriend, a switch flipped.

She began yelling, demanding you to fight for the seat.

“You wanna sit here? Fight me. Fight me for it!”

You laughed.

She was really going to fight you because you wanted to sit next to your boyfriend?

“I’m not joking! Fight me for the seat and for Beck!”

You didn't mean to, but another laugh slipped through your mouth. What do you look like fighting a girl for a chair next to your boyfriend?

Beck cleared his throat while standing up and grabbing your hand. “Hey, stop laughing, it’s clearly making her more angry. Let’s just sit over there.”

You didn’t move as he attempted to tug you in the direction of your new seats.

Did he just tell you to stop? You weren’t even doing anything!

“Why are you telling me to stop? I’m not trying to fight someone!”

Beck sighed, “You always do this. Why can’t we just go sit over there without arguing?”

Your mouth gaped in slight disbelief at his question. “I wouldn’t “always be doing this” if you weren’t flirting with every girl you see!”

The instigated sound of an “ooo” was heard from Andre behind you.

Beck opened his mouth to argue back, but you cut him off.

“Y’know what, since you wanna defend her so badly, you can sit there!”

“Fine, I will!”

He plopped back down into the seat next to her while you sat across the room near Robbie and Rex.

Cat Valentine:

“And then I won a stuffed bunny! I named him Hoppy because bunnies love to hop!” Cat rambled while shoving a handful of Bibble in her mouth.

You smiled at that, reaching in the bag to grab some popcorn when someone spoke from behind you.

“Hey Cat. Give me some Bibble.”

You turned around to see who was talking to her in such a rude manner and was met with some blonde girl named Sammy.

“How about asking nicely? Like, “Hey Cat, can I please have some Bibble?”” You suggested while shoving some more in your mouth.

Sammy only glanced at you for 3 seconds before looking back at Cat. “You heard me. Bibble.”

Cat let out a soft ‘okay’ while grabbing the bag and holding it out for her.

Before a finger could touch the Bibble, you pushed it away. “That wasn’t nicely asked.”

Sammy stared at you once more, this time her nonchalant look cracking.

In silence, she began rolling up her sleeves, a sign Cat knew all too well.

“Guyssss,” she breathily moaned.

That made you both pause and look at her.

“Dont fight, eat Bibble!” She then held out the bag of colorful, candy-covered popcorn.

You and Sammy looked at each other before rushing to get a handful.

Jade West:

You took a sharp right around the corner of the lockers and saw your girlfriend’s locker door open, indicating she was there.

“Babe!”

Jade closed the door slightly, seeing your panicked face. Without cracking her uncared expression, she spoke. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t get to answer as the group of boys behind you did.

“Give us the money for the football, Y/l/n!”

Jade’s eyes glanced behind you, somewhat connecting the dots.

“Leave us alone.” She warned once.

The one guy in the middle of the other two, seemingly the leader, scoffed. “This has nothing to do with you, you goth freak. Your girlfriend threw our football in the trashcan!”

You quickly defended your actions. “It hit my tray of food! You deserved it!”

Jade smirked as you argued back.

Her smirk quickly faded as the guy’s face turned even sour, his knuckles balled up, and feet moved closer to you.

In quick movements she snatched a pair of scissors from her locker door and stepped in front of you, pointing the scissors at them. “You come any closer and I’ll snip your fingers off your hands.”

Everyone, including you, had a scared expression, the boys not sticking around to see if her threat would become an action

“Jade! You can’t threaten people like that!” You lightly scolded her. “But thank you,” you said, happy that she defended you from those jocks.

Robbie Shapiro:

As everyone began rushing out the dance room, Robbie, with Rex on his hand, slipped inside to wait for you.

It was something you two began doing when you started dating.

You finished packing your bag and slung it over your shoulder before making your way towards the two.

“Hey, Y/n.”

You turned at the call of your name, one of your classmates, Mary, being the one who called.

“Congrats on the role you took from me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

She slowly stalked towards your confused frame.

“I said, congratulations for taking the role that was meant for me. You know, I worked really hard for that…just to get a background character.”

Your mouth croaked open. “Oh, I’m sor-”

“I’m talking, rehearsing for hours straight, destroying my pointe shoes, feet, and dignity! And you just come in here and take it from me. I bet you didn’t even practice like I did!”

You were quiet for a second, not knowing what to say. “Mary, I’m sorry you feel that way, but I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe next time you’ll get the role you desire?”

You ended the sentence with a friendly smile.

The smile was supposed to be a nice gesture, but it wasn’t to her. To Mary, she seen it as a bragging one.

“Now you're smiling?” She scoffed with a laugh. “I’ll wipe that smile off your face and make sure you won’t be able to perform.”

She began charging at you, hands balled up and face twisted with anger, but Robbie quickly put himself in between you two.

“No! There’s no need to fight!”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Get out of the way!”

Robbie stayed put. “S-Sorry, but I won’t let you guys figh—”

A loud slap echoed around the dance room as Rex fell to the floor with a yell.

Robbie barely had time to register that he had just gotten slapped before you were on her.

The sounds of scruffling could be heard down the hall which caught the attention of another teacher.

Needless to say you both were suspended from the ballet and school.

Tori Vega:

Rapid knocks on the front door almost have Tori’s laptop hitting the living room floor as she gets up.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!" She impatiently groaned out.

As soon as she clicked the lock off and pulled the handle, the door was busted open, your body knocking into hers as you rushed inside.

“What the—” “Hurry! Close the door!”

Tori’s stunned, confusingly looking at you and then the dimly lit porch.

“Close it before she gets me!” Her brows furrow. “Who?”

“You’re dead meat, Y/n!”

Jade.

Tori did the opposite of what you pleaded, leaving the door open and allowing her to enter.

“I’m going to kill you!”

She lunged for you, but Tori quickly grabbed her, using all her strength to drag her away from you.

Though Jade fought in her hold, still attempting to get her hands on you, she successfully pinned her down to the couch with a yell of: “Jade, stop!”

Tori stood up with an exhausted breath, the static-like hair around her face blowing away.

“Now, will someone tell me what happened!”

Jade “happily” answered. “Your little girlfriend thought it was funny to draw green cats and dogs all over my face in sharpie!”

Tori sighed, raking a hand through her hair.

“It was Cat’s idea! We were playing truth or dare Uno, and I lost!”

Jade made a jerky move to get up, but Tori pushed her down. “No! Stop yelling at each other and stop trying to kill Y/n!”

Finally, since Tori opened the door, silence taken over the room.

Her eyes closed for a second, but opened when she heard shuffling beside her.

Her reflexes were fast once she noticed the silver pair of scissors in Jade’s hand, snatching them out her hold.

“Hey! No scissors!”

Trina Vega:

You really got to stop hanging around your girlfriend, Trina so much. All the sleepovers, outings, and time with her at school has really made an impact on your attitude.

But to be fair, the girl insulted Trina first, calling her a dumb blonde to which you snapped back, exposing her cheating boyfriend.

For some reason, that pissed her off to the point where she was looking to fight you.

Students stood in a circle around you two, chanting “fight!,” “fight!,” “fight!”.

The girl was ready for combat, yelling curse words and making gesturing taunts at you, but before anything could happen, you were pulled backwards by a concerned Trina.

“Y/n, what’s going on? Why are they saying you’re about to fight someone?” You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know, I guess I offended her by talking about her cheating boyfriend.”

Just as you finished your sentence, the girl spoke up. “And you’re still talking? Leave that wannabe singer alone and fight me!”

The cheers got louder, encouraging the fight, but Trina now had an offended look on her face.

“Excuse me? What did you just call me?”

The girl smirked, stepping closer. “You heard me, dumb, not-knowing-how-to-sing—”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before Trina pushed her back harshly, almost making her fall.

“Trina!” You yelled.

She began taking off her large hoop earrings and heels making you question how the fight went from you and this girl to Trina and her.

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She could’ve sworn she told you to never ever talk to her again after the last incident, that incident being Kaitlyn saving you from an post-match attack by Summer Rae.

You had gotten the win by a roll-up and that pissed her off. She beat you down until you couldn't stand and that’s when Kaitlyn came out.

AJ was more pissed because she was in a meeting with Vince, so she couldn’t even come save you.

She ended up scolding you, saying how you weren’t supposed to accept her help no matter the situation.

Just the thought of the last incident was irking her to give you both a piece of her mind, and that’s exactly what she did.

You heard the fast footsteps and her heavy breathing before you saw her.

“B-Babe,” you stuttered out with a gulp.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. What are you doing talking to her?”

You looked at Kaitlyn for help, which she did attempt to do. “Calm down, psycho. We weren’t doing-”

Your girlfriend's head snapped in her direction. “Shut up! I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to MY girlfriend.” She yelled with anger.

She began walking down the hall to her locker room, not glancing back once. She knew you were gonna follow her.

As predicted, you followed her, throwing a sorrowful glance back at Kaitlyn. When you both made it inside the room, she was pacing back in fourth while muttering something under her breath you couldn't understand.

“AJ, please chill out, we were just talki-”

With a blink of an eye you were pinned against the wall, a surprised gasp coming from your lips.

She moved so fast, you could barely register what was happening.

“Don’t tell me to chill out! I just caught you talking to the same girl I warned you about, but you don’t like listening to me, do you?” She asked with her signature head tilt.

You didn’t respond.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you're mine?”

You were still quiet.

“Hm? How many times am I going to have Tamina beat up every person that looks or talks to you?”

Your eyes closed in acceptance because she was right.

She knows how much you hate people getting hurt at your expense, especially when it’s because of AJ’s jealousy, which is 99% of the time.

“Okay, but you don’t have to worry about Kaitlyn. She just said something funny—”

“Stop it! You keep saying her name…do you want me to make you forget it?”

The tone at the end of her threat scared you even more, your head shaking in protest.

“I-I get it, AJ. Just…calm down, please. You're scaring me.” You manage to get out in a whisper.

“I don’t understand why you keep saying ‘you’re scared’. I’m only doing the stuff that’s ‘scaring you’ because you won’t listen to me.”

She grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“I love you, and you love me. Right?”

You nod.

Blake Monroe:

“Ugh, my feet hurt!” Your girlfriend complained as you closed the door to the women’s locker room.

She sat down on the bench, looking at the white feet killers. “Babe, can you take them off for me?” She pleads, fluttering her eyelashes at you.

You drop to your knees, hands gently unbuckling the small strap, the feeling making her groan. “Oh my god, thank you! I’ve been in these heels since 6 AM!”

You gently rub her feet, a sigh of relief coming from the girl above you. “This is just what I needed after a long, productive day.”

You fought back the smug want to mention how all she did was cut a promo backstage, but she has been in those heels for a while, so you guess you’ll let her slide.

She makes a hither motion with her finger, your feet pushing yourself off the floor and to her face.

She places a quick peck to your lips, your cheeks getting warm. “Thank you for this.” She kisses you again.

Then the door opens.

“Sorry to break it to you, Monroe, but this isn’t your hotel room.” Jordynne interrupts.

You both look at her, your face slightly embarrassed from being caught and Blake’s being annoyed at the fact.

“Come on, babe, let’s get out of here. It’s clear that unfashionable thing standing near the door has never seen two hot girls kiss before.”

Carmelo Hayes:

You were clapping in celebration as Carmelo walked towards you, proud of his title retainment. “And who’s still the U.S. Champ?” He boasted while wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I don’t know...” you hummed. “Dr. Wagner Jr?”

He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Yeah, right. That’s why I’m standing backstage with the title on my shoulder.”

You laughed at his sarcasm, pulling at the braided bun on his head. “I’m really proud of you, you know?”

A cocky smirk came to his lips. “Oh, are you?” You nodded your head. “You’ve held the title for 80+ days! That’s something everyone should be proud of.”

“Proud enough to give me a kiss?”

You roll your eyes this time, hands playfully pushing at his chest to which he didn’t budge. “You’re so weird!”

He chuckled, ignoring your insult as his arm pulled you closer to him. “Call me whatever you want, but at least give me a kiss or two.”

You glared up at him as he continued to beg. “Not even one for being the Champ of our country?”

You huffed out a breath, leaning in and connecting your lips together.

He quickly took control of the kiss, your muffled moans being heard by the group of people behind you.

“Carmelo, can we interview—oh, sorry!”

You two quickly pulled away at Cathy Kelley’s voice, heads turning to see her and the camera crew standing there with awkward looks on their faces.

“Or I’ll just go…” She trailed off. She began to walk away, but Carmelo called out. “Nah, I got time!”

He quickly pecked your lips, leaving you stunned, before following the interviewer.

Chelsea Green:

“This is ridiculous!” Chelsea yelled as Piper pushed her down the hall to the medical room

During Piper’s single match Alba attempted to help her win, but it only ended with her bumping into Chelsea’s wrapped leg, her screaming distracting Piper and causing her to lose.

After demands to go backstage she finally made it and had the doctor check her out.

“Ms.Green, I promise you, there’s nothing wrong. It was just a small bump.” He tried reassuring her, but that only made things worse.

“A bump? A “small” bump?! I just had 100 pounds of a person’s body weight knocked on my poor leg, and you say that’s small!”

You could hear her screeching from the end of the hall, your co-workers walking away so they wouldn’t have to hear it.

“Babe, please stop yelling. I can hear you from down the hall!”

She let out a gasp at your voice, attention snapping away from the scolded doctor.

“Ugh, thank god you’re here, babe! Did you see what happened to me out there?” You nodded, taking a seat beside her.

“I think I'd be much better if I had a kiss.” She pouted, making you smile. “Oh would you now?” She nodded.

You did as asked, leaning over and pecking her lips. “There, is that better?”

She shook her head. “I think I need more. Maybe another here,” she pointed to her lips. “And here.” then her cheek. “And maybe my cast.”

You let out a small chuckle as you complied with her requests, the sound of lips popping off her body causing the male doctor to clear his throat. “Excuse me guys, but this is the medical room, not your bedroom.”

Chelsea threw her head back letting out a groan. “Piper! Alba! Take me out of her and to the locker room!”

They instantly followed her orders, rolling her out the room and in the direction of the locker room.

“God, can’t your President get some kisses from her girlfriend around here!”

Jimmy Uso:

He’s got you cornered to a wall, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your hips.

As he leans towards your face, your hands come to his chest to stop him. “Jim, stop. Anyone could walk by and see us!” You tried warning him, but your words went deaf in his ears as he began to kiss your neck.

“Don’t worry about that. Let’s just have a quickie, or something. Ain’t nobody gonna come back here.”

“Jimmy!” You yelled before clearing your throat. “I’m not having sex with you in the hallway of our workplace!” You whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a party pooper. Who doesn’t wanna have sex at their job?”

“At least lemme get a kiss,” he pleaded.

You didn’t argue, allowing him to get a couple of kisses on your lips.

“Hey Jimmy! I just wanna talk about—woah!”

The amount of force you use to push Jimmy back almost has him falling to the ground.

You both look to see LA Knight standing there with a smirk on his face. “Nevermind, we can talk later. Seems like you're busy anyways.”

Jimmy was smirking as well, watching as he walked in the opposite direction while your body felt hot of embarrassment.

Liv Morgan:

The Clubhouse’s door was barely open before Liv’s pushing you towards the black leather couch.

You fall back with a huff, her body jumping on yours and legs straddling your thighs. “You looked so good out there.” She complimented before smashing her lips on yours.

It’s full of tongue and moans as her nails pull at your hair. Your hands shamelessly roam her waist, her back arching at your touch.

The whole scene is straight out of a Wattpad story turned movie, the room quickly growing hot.

You both were too wrapped up in each other that neither of you heard the door open, but you did hear a voice.

“Oh shit.”

Liv broke the kiss, a frustrated groan coming from her.

“I feel like I’m interrupting something,” JD confessed.

“You are!” Liv yelled.

He’s stuttering around the room, reaching for the nearby table. “Y-Yeah, just came to get—” “—this! Yeah! This penny…” He awkwardly laughs at the end, trying to ease the awkward silence.

“Get out!” Liv demands, sending him off.

When the door closes she turns back to your grinning face. “God I hate this team.”

Roman Reigns:

You're staring at the TV in Roman’s locker room, watching as CM Punk cuts a promo about WrestleMania.

“C’mere, Y/n.”

You turn at the deep voice, making your way towards your husband to which he pulls you to sit on his thigh.

“Stop thinking about that old man, he’s not a threat to me, you know that.” You gulp while nodding your head.

They’ve been exchanging some personal insults since the Royal Rumble, and you can’t help but worry about what will happen in April.

“I know, it’s just, he seems pretty adamant on beating you and retaining.” That makes him chuckle. “That man wishes he was my age. His prime is loooong gone,” Roman teases while stretching out the word long. “Now stop thinking about him and focus on me.”

In seconds he’s kissing your lips, attempting to get you to open up, but you pull away.

“Wait the door’s open, let me close it.”

You make a move to get up, but his arms around your waist are tightening, forcing you to stay put. “Baby, I’m the Tribal Chief, the only Tribal Chief at that. No one’s gonna interrupt us.”

You try to believe what he says, allowing him to continue his assault to your soft lips, but when a gasp by the door is heard, Roman is smirking into the kiss.

Just as he said, the younger talent who caught you two is running away, embarrassed that he invaded on such an intimate moment.

Sami Zayn:

You watch as your husband paced in circles around the hall, worrying itched on his face in thought.

“Babe, stop worrying, you’re gonna do fine! Aleister is good, but you're better!” You said while squeezing his shoulders to calm him.

“I know, but I can’t help it. You know he has a deadly kick.”

“Well he might have a good kick, but you have a good personality and connection with the fans, and you’ve proved that’s all you need in the past to overcome challenging opponents. Don’t think about what can go wrong, but what good will happen.”

Your motivating words made him smile, your face matching his. “There’s that beautiful smile.” You cooed, making him blush. “Let me give you good luck kisses.”

He didn’t have time to protest before your hands were grabbing his face and guiding him towards yours. “You’re. Gonna. Do. Amazing. Out. There.

Every pause was punctuated with gentle pops of your lips on his, the smile on his face growing bigger and bigger.

“Uh, Sami, you're up in 5.”

You pulled away to see a female staff member standing behind you two, avoiding your eyes. “Okay, he’s coming.”

The woman took that moment to leave, allowing your sight to return to a blushing Sami who was staring at you.

“Go kick ass.” You ordered him with another kiss.

Tiffany Stratton:

“There, you're good to go.” The stylist tells your girlfriend who’s getting up from the hair station’s chair. 

“Babe, can you hand me my pink lipgloss!”

You're up and fishing through her makeup bag before handing it to her.

You watch as she uses her hand-held mirror to help her accurately apply it to her lips, and as she's finishing, she glances at you to see you staring.

“What? You like my lips so much you can’t take your eyes off of them?” 

You now look away, arms crossing over your chest in defense. “No, I was looking at the glitter in the lipgloss. It caught my eye.” You lied, making her laugh. “Oh yeah?” She hummed out. “Come get a closer look.”

You’re instantly walking towards her, not surprised by her straight forwardness. She meets you halfway for a kiss, a childish grin coming to your lips.

“What are you two doing?”

You jump away from her, turning around to see the stylist from earlier.

“We weren’t doing anything. We were just…testing out my lipgloss!” Tiffany explained way too quickly, making you two look even more suspicious.

It’s quiet as the stylist's eyes flicker from Tiffany’s face to your lips. “Yeah…the lipgloss.” she nods. “For some reason, I feel like you’re not talking about the lip product, but we’ll believe that, yeah?” She jokes while grabbing some hairspray off the table and leaving.

You look over at Tiffany to see her with a smile, sort of embarrassed and excited that you got caught.