Pair: Liv Morgan X Roman Reigns
Plot; After the SummerSlam Kickoff Show leaves Liv Morgan jumpy and convinced the Minihaussens are still lurking, she and secretly‑dating Roman Reigns head back to their hotel. But when the elevator breaks down, the lights go out, and the whole thing lurches, Liv panics hard — and Roman does everything he can to steady her. As they wait in the dark, the elevator drops again, forcing Roman to pull Liv up and keep her safe. When the doors are finally pried open, Jimmy Uso — the only one who knows about their relationship — finds them tangled together and immediately cracks a joke, leaving Liv and Roman trying (and failing) to act normal.
Okay so this one was pure chaos and vibes. I had “Stuck With U” by Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber stuck in my head the whole time, and it just FIT Roman and Liv getting trapped in an elevator way too perfectly. Liv freaking out, Roman trying to act like he’s not secretly her boyfriend, Jimmy being the only one with a brain cell… yeah, that’s my brand. Hope y’all enjoy this little elevator disaster. 🥺😊❤️💕
Liv Morgan was still muttering under her breath as she stormed through the hotel lobby, hoodie half‑zipped, eyes darting around like she expected a Minihaussen to leap out from behind the decorative ficus.
Roman Reigns followed behind her, hands in his pockets, wearing the exact expression of a man who’d spent the last hour watching his girlfriend get chased by tiny gremlins on live TV.
“Liv,” he said, voice low and amused, “they’re not here.”
“You don’t know that,” she hissed, spinning around so fast her ponytail smacked her shoulder. “They were everywhere tonight. Everywhere. I swear one of them crawled under the announce desk.”
Roman raised a brow. “Crawled?”
“Crawled, Roman. Like a little demon.”
He chuckled — quietly, the way he only did when it was just the two of them — and pressed the elevator button. “You’re dramatic.”
“I’m traumatized,” Liv corrected, crossing her arms. “There were too many of them. They multiply. Like those foam dinosaurs you put in water.”
Roman stepped closer, leaning down just enough that only she could hear him. “You know… for someone who kicked three of them away like soccer balls, you’re awfully scared.”
Liv glared. “I wasn’t scared.”
“You screamed,” he repeated, smirking.
Liv shoved his arm. “Shut up.”
Roman’s smirk deepened — the one he only ever gave her. “I’m just saying… I’ve never seen you run that fast.”
Liv pointed at him. “You weren’t the one being hunted.”
Roman opened his mouth to tease her again—
They stepped inside, Roman hitting their floor.
Liv exhaled. “Okay. Safe zone. No Minihaussens.”
Roman leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “If one shows up in here, I’m breaking up with you.”
Liv gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would,” he said, deadpan. “I’m not fighting a gremlin in an elevator.”
Liv shoved him again — but she was smiling now.
Liv grabbed Roman’s arm instantly. “Roman?!”
Roman looked at the ceiling, then the control panel, then at Liv — who was already spiraling.
“Roman,” she whispered, “tell me a Minihaussen didn’t cut the wires.”
Roman closed his eyes. “Morgan… please.”
The elevator hummed for a second… then everything went black.
Liv’s breath hitched so sharply Roman heard it.
He didn’t even get a chance to answer before Liv launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his torso like she was bracing for impact. Roman staggered back a step, hands instinctively coming up to hold her steady.
“Nope. Nope. Nope. I’m not doing this,” she said, voice already climbing. “I’m not dying in an elevator. I’m not being found by a Minihaussen in the dark. I’m not—”
Roman tightened his grip on her waist, grounding her. “Morgan. Breathe.”
“I am breathing,” she snapped, burying her face in his chest. “I’m just breathing aggressively.”
Roman couldn’t help it — he laughed. Quiet, low, the kind of laugh he only let out when she was pressed against him like this.
“You’re fine,” he murmured, one hand sliding up her back. “It’s just the power.”
Liv clung tighter. “I can’t see anything.”
“I swear if a Minihaussen crawls out of the ceiling—”
Roman shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it. “Liv. If a Minihaussen crawls out of the ceiling, I’ll throw it.”
Liv froze. “You’d throw it?”
She let out a shaky laugh, still glued to him. “Okay… that helps.”
Roman’s thumb brushed her hip — a tiny, comforting gesture he’d never risk if the lights were on. “Good. Because you’re shaking.”
“You’re shaking,” he repeated softly.
Liv didn’t argue this time. She just held onto him, fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, breathing against his chest while the elevator sat in complete darkness.
Roman lowered his head, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve got you.”
Liv swallowed hard. “I know.”
Roman shifted Liv just enough so he could reach the control panel. He kept one arm around her — because she still hadn’t let go — and slammed the bright red EMERGENCY CALL button.
Liv’s voice cracked. “Roman… why isn’t it doing anything?”
Roman stared at the dead panel, jaw tightening. “Because this elevator hates us.”
Liv made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whine. “Roman, don’t joke right now.”
He sighed, softened, and tugged her gently down with him. “Come here. Sit.”
Liv practically collapsed beside him, knees pulled up, hands still fisted in his shirt like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go.
Roman reached into his bag — the one he always carried because he was Roman Reigns and prepared for everything — and pulled out a massive, tactical flashlight. The kind that looked like it could double as a weapon.
Liv blinked. “Roman… why do you have that?”
He clicked it on, flooding the elevator with a warm beam of light. “Because I’m smarter than you.”
Liv swatted his arm. “Not funny.”
Roman angled the flashlight so it lit both of their faces. “It’s a little funny.”
Liv huffed, leaning into him despite herself. “How long are we gonna be here?”
Roman didn’t answer right away. He looked at the ceiling, the dead panel, the unmoving doors… then at Liv, who was staring at him with wide, anxious eyes.
He lowered his voice. “Long enough for you to calm down.”
He nudged her shoulder with his. “We’ll get out. Someone will notice we’re missing.”
Liv’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. What if it’s a Minihaussen who notices?”
Roman closed his eyes. “Morgan… please.”
The elevator let out a long, low creak — the kind that sounded like metal shifting under pressure.
Then she grabbed Roman again, fingers digging into his arm. “Roman. Roman. ROMAN. What was that?”
Roman steadied her instantly, one hand on her shoulder, the other keeping the flashlight pointed upward. “Relax. It’s just the cables adjusting.”
“That’s what they say in horror movies,” Liv whispered, eyes huge. “Right before the elevator drops.”
Roman gave her a look — the calm, steady one he only used when she was spiraling. “Morgan. Look at me.”
“You’re okay,” he said, voice low and grounding. “I’m right here.”
Liv swallowed hard. “I… I don’t like this.”
“I’m not good with the dark.”
Roman’s brows lifted. “Oh really? You weren’t last night.”
Liv’s jaw dropped. “Roman!”
He smirked — that quiet, private smirk he only ever gave her when no one else was around. “What? You were fine then.”
Liv shoved his shoulder, flustered. “Stop. Someone could find us. Our secret would be ruined.”
Roman leaned back against the wall, flashlight still steady, voice still soft. “Liv… if someone finds us, they’ll think you’re scared of elevators. Not dating me.”
Liv huffed. “I am scared of elevators.”
“I know,” Roman said, nudging her knee with his. “That’s why I’m here.”
Liv looked at him — really looked — and her breathing finally slowed.
Roman tilted the flashlight so it lit her face gently. “Better?”
Roman’s voice dropped even softer. “Good. Because I’m not letting anything happen to you.”
Liv’s shoulders relaxed, her grip on his arm loosening but not letting go. “Okay… okay. I trust you.”
Roman smiled — small, warm, the kind he never showed on camera. “I know.”
Liv rested her head against Roman’s shoulder, the flashlight casting a warm circle around them. For the first time since the lights went out, she was quiet.
Roman nudged her gently. “You good?”
Liv nodded, but her voice was small. “I just… hate the dark. I always have.”
Roman tilted his head, giving her that soft look he only ever used when they were alone. “You should’ve told me.”
“You already tease me enough,” she muttered.
Roman smirked. “Oh really? You weren’t scared last night.”
Liv’s face went hot. “Roman…”
He chuckled under his breath, brushing his thumb across her shoulder in a way that was comforting, familiar, and absolutely something they’d never risk if the lights were on.
“You’re safe,” he murmured. “I promise.”
Liv opened her mouth to respond—
And the elevator dropped.
Just a sharp, sudden lurch downward.
Liv screamed and slipped off the bench, her hands scrambling for anything to hold onto. Roman lunged, grabbing her wrist with one hand and bracing himself with the other, pulling her up before she could hit the floor.
She clung to him, shaking, breath coming fast. “Roman—Roman—Roman—”
“I know,” he said, voice steady even though his heart was pounding. “I know. I’ve got you.”
The elevator groaned again.
Roman tightened his grip, pulling her fully into his arms, holding her upright against him. Liv buried her face in his chest, trembling.
“Don’t let go,” she whispered.
“I’m not letting go,” Roman said, low and certain. “Not ever.”
Before Liv could answer, a loud metallic bang echoed from above them.
Someone was prying the doors open from the outside.
Roman shifted Liv behind him instinctively, shielding her with his body as the gap widened.
Liv’s eyes widened. “Jimmy?!”
Jimmy Uso stared at them — Roman holding Liv, Liv clinging to Roman, the tactical flashlight, the dead elevator — and let out the longest sigh of his life.
“Man,” he muttered, “I knew y’all were together, but I didn’t think I’d be rescuing you from a whole elevator date.”
Liv groaned. “Jimmy, please don’t—”
Jimmy held up a hand. “Nah, nah, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe. But you owe me for this.”
Roman exhaled, finally letting Liv stand on her own. “Just get us out.”
Jimmy grinned. “Already on it, Uce.”
The second Jimmy got the doors pried open enough, Roman helped Liv step out first, keeping a steady hand on her back until her feet were safely on the hallway carpet. She was still shaking a little, still clinging to Roman’s sleeve, but the moment she saw open space again, she tried to stand up straight like nothing had happened.
Roman stepped out behind her, flashlight still in hand, looking way too calm for someone who’d just been stuck in a dead elevator.
Jimmy stared at them — Liv’s messy hair, Roman’s protective stance, the tactical flashlight, the way Liv kept drifting closer to him like a magnet — and shook his head.
“Aight,” Jimmy said, “y’all gotta stop lookin’ like you just survived a whole lifetime movie.”
Liv cleared her throat and immediately stepped two feet away from Roman. “We’re fine. Totally fine. Normal. Very normal.”
Roman nodded stiffly. “Yeah. Just… elevator malfunction.”
Jimmy raised a brow. “Uh‑huh. And the way you were holdin’ onto him like the floor was lava… that was part of the malfunction too?”
Liv’s face went red. “Jimmy!”
Roman tried to play it cool, slipping the flashlight back into his bag. “She tripped.”
Jimmy snorted. “Bro, she was wrapped around you like a backpack.”
Liv groaned. “Jimmy, please.”
Jimmy held up both hands. “Hey, hey, your secret’s safe. I ain’t tellin’ nobody. But I am gonna laugh about this forever.”
Roman gave him a look. “Can we just go to our rooms?”
Jimmy started walking ahead of them, shaking his head and muttering. “Man… stuck in an elevator with your girl and y’all still tryin’ to act like coworkers. Couldn’t be me.”
Liv covered her face with both hands.
Jimmy turned back with a grin. “Next time, maybe pick an elevator that ain’t possessed.”
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