AJ Styles - "Hey!" A familiar voice would shout, scooping you up as soon as you got through the door carrying you straight through, dropping you carefully onto the sofa. "Prepare for an almighty pick me up," he said, unbuckling you heels, tossing them aside. "Honestly, I'm fine," you'd try to respond, but his body would already be leaning over you. His hot breath hit your face making you chuckle, staring down at you with a cheeky smirk. "Three, two, one." You didn't know what was coming, but once you felt his hands run along your sides causing you to burst into a fit of giggles you were already feeling so much better, trying with all the strength you could conjure up to fight off his arms before you wet yourself.

Baron Corbin - "Mhm," you hummed, the smell of spaghetti washing over you. "Hey," you whispered poking around the door to see Baron stood over the oven. "Are you cooking?" "Yeah," he smiled, turning around to face you, snaking his arms around your waist, "my baby girl had a bad day so I thought I'd cheer her up." He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, moving the two of you around so one of his hands could grab the spoon and stir the sauce. "You never cook," you teased, stepping back and sitting at the dining room table. "I know, but I like to surprise you from time to time." You smiled, leaning back, watching his excited face walk around the kitchen to prepare your meal.

Dean Ambrose - The room was dark as you opened the door, everything silent, Dean was obviously out. You shut the door and switched on the light only to see Dean sat down on the floor. "Surprise!" He shouted, throwing movie cases up in the air. "Ow," he groaned, once he realised afterwards they'd fall to hit his head. "I thought a couple of movies would cheer you up, let you forget about whatever happened at work today." You quickly took your shoes off, hanging your coat up, joining him on the floor. "How thoughtful," you whispered, pecking his cheek. "Yeah, I've got Bridesmaids, Mamma Mia, all the ones you like and I hate." He took Mamma Mia out of the case, placing it in the player. "This is gonna be a long night for you," you teased, snuggling into his chest.

Dolph Ziggler - Dolph knew as soon as that door slammed that things would be best if he stayed in the games room, waiting until you stopped making noise out of anger to approach you. If you'd had a bad day, the only think you wanted was a bit of time to yourself to think things through and attempt to make yourself feel a bit more positive about things. Eventually he'd peek into the bedroom, hating the vision of your sad figure curled up on the mattress. "Hey," he'd whisper so you could barely hear, walking into the room and sitting on the end of the bed. "I'm home," You'd reply, slowly turning around to try and add a bit of humour to the awkward environment. He'd smile, placing his hand on your leg to comfort you.

Finn Balor - "Come here," his arms would be open ready for you to walk straight in, pulling you tightly into your chest whilst you gripped onto his shirt material. "Don't worry, it's alright." His Irish accent and charm had the power to make all your worries disappear in an instance. "I'm sure whatever it is is just stupid anyway and that you're worrying over nothing." His lips would begin to trace kisses along your jaw, finishing at the tip of your nose. "It's so pathetic, but it just always seems to be my fault." He'd sigh, only holding you tighter, running his hand along your back. "Why is it always me?" You'd cry out, your body whimpering our for some sort of solution to your problems, Finn's arms being the only things that kept you feeling safe.

Jeff Hardy - "Sit." His hand pulled you over to the bed, sitting you down on the floor in between his legs as he sat on the bed. "What are you doing?" You'd ask, trying to look up at him the best you could without straining your neck. "Just wait." You sat and stared at the wall for a few more moments before feeling a pair of hands start creating circle patterns across your shoulders and neck, relieving all the stress and tension that had been building up in your aching bones. "Is this helping?" He'd whisper, pushing down as he listened to your little hums of satisfaction. "It's perfect, how come you've never shown me how good your hands are before?" He let out a quick immature giggle, coming up with a savvy response, "I guess you just don't give me the chance to show you."

Randy Orton - The lamps would be on, curtains drawn, and your favourite blanket draped across the sofa. "You're home," The Missourian would announce, walking over to take your coat off you. "I've set up a little night time mood, try to get you some sleep." You looked around a little more at the room, already feeling your eyelids wanting to droop shut. "Come," he'd bellow, taking you to the sofa to lay you down, placing the blanket over you. "Try and dream of something nice," he'd smile, sitting on the floor just by your head. "Thank you for doing this Randy, all I can think of right now is getting some sleep." He hummed in response, noticing you slowly drifting off, running his hands through your hair to acknowledge that he heard you.

Roman Reigns - Two hands would catch you as soon as you walked into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot. "Get ready for a good time," he'd whisper, carrying you up to the bathroom, opening the door. "You my love are in need of some relaxation." The room was filled with candles, slow jazz music playing in the background. Your legs could barely stand once Roman popped you down, wobbling slightly. "Let me help you," he would say noticing your struggles, stripping you down and helping you into the warm tub. "Now, whenever you're ready, why don't you tell me what's playing on your mind, and I'll try my best to support and advice you." You nodded, lightly throwing the hot water over your body.

Sami Zayn - "I just want to talk," You'd groan, sitting down beside Sami on the sofa, resting your head on his shoulder. "Alright," he would respond, turning the television off, turning all his attention towards you. "Let me know all about it baby." Your body would fall further into his side, his arm supportively wrapping around your waist. He'd sit still and silent the entire time you talked, taking every bit of information in, easily seeing where your horrible mood had stemmed from. "I'm sorry," was the first thing he'd say, knowing it counted for nothing, but made you feel better. "Is there anyone you could speak to about this? Or maybe you could talk to her about how you're feeling?" You shook your head, hearing him sigh as he tried to think of another solution.

Seth Rollins - "Alright, you and I are set up for the evening, I've got blankets and cushions, not to mention The Big Bang Theory set up on the box." You poured yourself a big glass of red wine, then walked over to join Seth on the blanket covered sofa. "You always know how to cheer me up." He pressed play, placing the fabric across your shoulders and lap, warming your cold body up. "Our whole universe was in a hot dense state," you began, already finding yourself submerged in something different without barely a word muttered to Seth. "Making you smile is the easiest job in the world," he whispered, kissing the top of your head, watching you closely as you ignored what he said, already laughing at Sheldon's famous snigger.

Shane McMahon - "Right you, project make Y/N smile is underway." You looked up from under the duvet as Shane walked back into the bedroom, two mugs of hot chocolate and the box of biscuits in his hands. "I know it's not like your mum's, but it was the best I could." He handed you your favourite pink mug, the chocolate smell hitting you instantly, covered with flake and marshmallows, a thick layer of whipped cream too. "What biscuits did you get?" He took the lid from the box, placing it in between the two of you. "All the favourites of course, I've got to make you smile after all." The custard creams instantly drew you in, as you picked up two, eating them straight down, savouring the taste of the crumbs on your lips.

Tye Dillinger - "I know how much you hate people right now, so I've got the next best thing." Tye laid down beside you, turning to face your back. His hand stretched out across you, carefully placing an excitable Sheriff in your lap. "Oh my baby," you muttered, his paws resting on your chest, barking at the feel of your hands tickling under his belly. "I need to know his secrets, how does a dog make you smile more than me?" You giggled looking back at him. "I guess he's just got the love and touch that you don't quite possess." His hand wrapped around your waist, his head nuzzling into your neck, watching as Sheriff cheered you up, taking all your attention away from what a bad day you'd had, to instead the little barks the pooch made in happiness.