If I Was Your Girlfriend; Dean, Seth and Roman Boyfriend Scenarios

{12} Your Friends Catch You

Dean:

You were standing at the top of the ramp next to Vince, clutching your ribs, almost positive that most of them were broke.

"Brock, I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry." Vince started. "But," the crowd joined in, " Yoooouur fiiiiirrrrreed." You had defeated Brock Lesnar.

You walked backstage and went straight to the trainer.

"Hello Ms. (R/N). What can I do for you?" The trainer, named Dominic, asked.

"I need a check on my ribs." You rasped, struggling to get out the words.

"That's what I thought." He jogged over to you and helped you out down. After a checkup, you figured out you had 13 broken ribs. He put a stable brace on you, telling you to see a doctor the next day, as you walked to the locker room every single superstar was in. You had Seth and Roman lock whoever wanted to watch it, which was everyone on the main roster, in there, cause you knew someone would want to save you. Mainly Dean. As you walked toward the locker room, you heard the loudest cheering you've ever heard. As soon as you unlocked the door and walked in, everyone just started at you, dead silent. You looked at all of them before speaking.

"Told ya." You smirked. Everyone cheered so loud you thought you would be deaf afterwards. Everyone came up and hugged you. When everyone went to get food, Dean kissed you.

"Congrats." He said with a smile.

"Thank you." You smiled back.

He leaned down and kissed you again, but longer and deeper. As you kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms around your waist. You two were making out, and you were glad you were alone. Or so you thought.

"COUGH. COUGH." Seth said, holding a pizza box.

You pulled away quickly and turned bright red. "Really Seth?"

"Sorry. I've had a bad cough." He retorted. Everyone laughed.

"Damn (Y/N). Get some." Your tag team championship partner, yes you guys won tonight, and best friend, Zack Ryder smirked.

"Ryder!"

Seth:

You lost. You fucking lost. You were so pissed you didn't want to talk to anyone. How could you lose to fucking Paige! She was so easy! On top of that, you thought you had the match changed to a Diva's Championship match, but the Authority changed it back. You stomped to your locker room and slammed the door. Seth came out of the bathroom cautiously.

"H-h-hey b-babe." He stuttered. You stared at him.

"How are y-you?" He asked. You kept staring at him.

"Now, I know your mad-" you cut him off.

"HOW COULD I LOSE! I'm (R/N). I. Don't. Lose. It's cause she cheats that's why!" You screamed.

"B-babe.-"

"She stabbed me in the eye! But she had her little fuck girls keep the ref distracted! I should kick all their asses!"

"Babe-"

"You know what, that's what I'm gonna do! I'm gonna challenge all of them to a Lumberjill match on RAW. If they cheat then, then they can all fuck off! What do you think of tha-" He cut you off this time. But with a kiss.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you in for a deep kiss. You tensed, then relaxed. You slowly kissed back, the stress easing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, really falling into the kiss. Both of your eyes closed, embracing each other, never wanting the moment to end. And you never thought it would.

Until you about jumped out of your skin because of a certain best friend.

"THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL!" Brie started singing behind you.

You and Seth quickly pulled away, but Brie kept laughing and singing to Michael Jackson.

"REALLY TURNS ME ON!"

Brie stopped and laughed. "Good thing I stopped you before it got too heated huh?" She nudged you.

You sighed but smiled. "Oh what a relief it is."

Roman:

You and Roman left the arena after getting away from your friends. You decided to celebrate his victory by going to a bar nearby. It was more like a dance club, so what was better than beer and drunk dancing?

He pulled into the parking lot and opened your door for you.

"I'm sorry you lost." He said as he helped you out of the car.

"It's okay. Charlotte will pay. But now, I want to get drunk and dance like I just got out of a straight jacket." He laughed.

"Well, after you."

~

After a long night of dancing, beer, whisky and drunk grinding, you and Roman went out to the car.

"Thanks for the fun." You slurred.

"No problem." He said back, planting a kiss on your lips.

"I *burp* called Charlotte to pick us up." You said.

All of a sudden, you don't know what got into you, but you pulled Roman in and kissed him deeply. He kissed back and planted one hand on the car behind you, to keep balance as things got heated. Then Charlotte showed up.

"Awww, your first drunk make out." She smiled.

You just smirked and kept making out with him.

"You gonna let me in to drive you two?" She asked with the same smirk as you realized you were against the driver's side door.

You pulled away, looked at each other, then let her in. As she hopped in, you two flipped her off and hopped in the back seat.

She chuckled "What a night for you two."

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