Seth Rollins - You logged onto your Twitter account, just like you always did when you bored, scrolling through all your mentions and replies. You sighed reading through the day to day hate you had come to expect, '@Y/T/N why are you even with Seth? He deserves so much better,' or 'eww what a tramp Y/N is.' As much as you adjusted to it, it still hurt because you were human. Seth was down at the gym rehabbing his knee so you were at your apartment waiting for him to come home. You jumped down and off of your bed, walking over and into the bathroom. You walked over to the mirror and checked your hair, then looked across to the shelf next to it. A glistening blade caught your eye, making your hand reach forwards and grab it. You twiddled it around in your hand, and then in one swift motion you moved it right across your wrist. Seth wasn't home to stop you, so it was now or never. The sensation you felt carried on as you cut your wrist more and more, becoming so obsessed with the feeling you didn't hear the keys turn and Seth come in. He shouted at for you, but there was no response as he walked around checking every room in the house, and eventually reaching the bathroom. He stopped startled at what he was seeing, and then ran over and snatched the razor out of your hand, despite your desperate pleas. Seth was too shocked to speak, so just grabbed your wrist and quickly bandaged it up, hiding the cruel scars from both of you. You looked down once he had finished, a few tears rolling down your cheeks in disgust. He took you up in his arms and carried you back into the bedroom, lying you back down on the white sheets, and it was then he saw your Twitter handle open. "Y/N," he sighed capturing your attention. "I love you so much no matter what anyone else says. These people's opinions simply do not matter, and they will never change how I feel about you. I know it's hard, but please don't ever do this again, I can't imagine losing you." You nodded shutting your eyes, gripping tightly to the pillow. "I love you," he mumbled placing a soft kiss on your forehead, and then leaving you alone.

Dean Ambrose - You snuggled up into Dean's chest on the long sofa at his house. A random movie was playing on the screen, but the two of you were far too infatuated with each other to pay any attention to what was happening. You tried to get a glimpse of the movie, but Dean was way too bored to allow that to happen. He snaked his arms around your waist instantly making you nervous. Luckily they fell at the hem of your shirt, as he picked you up and threw you back down, attacking your sides with plenty of tickles. "No! Dean!" You pleaded trying to push him away, but struggling to string a sentence together through the fits of laughter escaping you. Dean reached across you and paused the movie, stretching out above you. You looked up at him underneath his grin as he smirked down at you. His hands quickly went back to your sides, only to stop moments later. You watched him in confusion, following his glare down only to see the fourteen red marks across your tummy you had been hiding for so long. "Please tell me these are old," he looked across at you with sad eyes, lightly tracing the scars with his thumb. You nodded as he sighed in relief, lying back down and taking you with him. "They were before I met you, back when I was in the bad times, when life just felt rubbish. If it wasn't for you there would be more scars upon more scars down there right now." Dean smiled, planting a kiss to the back of your head. "I don't want you to ever hurt yourself again, do you hear me? I'm here now, and let's not beat around the bush, I'm hysterical, so that smile will always be on your pretty little face." You grinned turning around and kissing him sweetly. You settled back down only to feel Dean sit back up again and place his head on your tummy, going along each of your marks with a trail of kisses and a big goofy smile. "I'm so proud of you for overcoming all those fears," he told you, lying back down and holding you closer then ever before.

Sami Zayn - You checked yourself in the mirror, fixing the pieces of hair that had dropped out of your bun through your evening dinner with Sami. Tonight was the night of your two year anniversary, and only now you realised he was the one for you. You grabbed the hem of your black lace sleeves and pushed them up your arm to reveal your old harm marks. You took a deep breath in and then walked round into the bedroom. You went over and took both of his hands in yours, reaching up on your tiptoes and pecking his lips. "You know that I trust you with every fibre of my being." Sami looked at you in confusion, but nodded all the same. "And that you mean the world to me." He nodded once again. "Are you alright babe? You're worrying me slightly." Your straight expression only made his concerns grew as you tried to fight back the tears. "I have something to show you," you whispered, raising your arms up so he'd look down. He stared for a few moments, then released his grip of your hands. "How long?" He asked raising his voice slightly. You cowered taking a few steps back, not expecting that reaction at all. "Y/N!" He shouted getting louder. "A few months," you whispered, walking back and grabbing onto the door handle. Sami noticed your shudder, instantly regretting his reaction. He slowly walked towards you and grabbed your hand, as you opened up the door, leading him into the bathroom. You pulled out your drawer and grabbed all your stuff. "You don't have to do this, these things take time love," Sami whispered. You ignored him and picked everything up one by one and chucked it into the bin. Sami stood behind you proudly, allowing you to have your moment. Once finished you turned around with a massive smile on your face, walking over into Sami's open arms. "You never have to go through these things alone, I wish you had told me, I could have helped you, I would have helped you." You nodded pulling your sleeves back down, and walking back into your bedroom. "I hope I didn't ruin tonight," you smiled. "Never," he responded, kissing you softly.

Finn Balor - You sat down and twiddled with your bracelets and wristbands on your wrist, staring at the empty space your bedroom had become. The two of you were moving home today, and were absolutely beyond excited. Finn walked back into the room, dropping a box on the ground. "You'll never guess what I found." You watched him without a clue what he was going on about, as he bent down into the box and pulled out a box. "I bought this for our four year anniversary and lost it, but I've just found it." You smiled watching him take the bracelet out of the box, reaching down and messing around with your bands even more. "Gimme your arm," Finn said reaching forwards and grabbing your arm. You tried to yank it away but he already had a firm grip. "It would great with your collection," he smiled, oblivious to why you had such a collection of bands. "Let's go right here," he divided two bands to see little red marks across your skin. He shifted his hand and separated the bands again, thinking you had a couple of scratches on your arm, only to see the marks continue further up. "Do you wear those bands because of what I think is going on here?" Finn couldn't bare to say it, the word sticking in his throat. You slowly nodded your head, feeling his arm clasp around the bracelets, taking them off one by one. You stood frozen to the spot, unsure of how to react, allowing him to do his thing, thankful he wasn't shouting. "It's been such a long process I've lost all my power to stop, ten years I've been doing this, it's like a drug that I've become addicted to." Finn sighed and placed your new bracelet on, getting rid of all your other ones. "This is the final time you ever experience anything like this, I'm going to be with you for now and forever and every time you ever feel like doing this, you can give me a call." You nodded hugging him closely and admiring your new bracelet. "Thanks for the bracelet too, only two years too late." Finn chuckled as you changed the subject, knowing that he would be by your side forever more, and that you would not have to take part in this journey alone like you thought you would.

Randy Orton - You snuck out of the bed late at night, the urge to get a drink overpowering you. You kissed Randy's head and then walked downstairs grabbing a glass and walking over to the tap. You drunk your drink when a howl from outside made you jump and drop the glass, smashing it into tiny pieces on the floor. You diverted yourself away from the mess when a huge piece caught your attention. You bent down and picked it up, spinning it around and admiring the sharp corner. You hadn't done it for years, but now you were in the situation once again, it seemed like such a great thing to do. You slowly traced it over your skin, and then done it again, only this time digging in until the skin began to bleed. You smiled to yourself feeling a wave of excitement flow through you, as you carried on and on, knowing Randy was upstairs asleep. You zoned out and carried on, a massive smile on your face, until the kitchen light came on, and Randy looked over at you half asleep. You stopped and looked back at him, instantly slumping. "I'm sorry," you cried out, falling into a ball. Randy ran over and swept you off the ground, carrying you onto the sofa and lying you down. He went back in and cleaned the glass up getting rid of it. You couldn't stop yourself crying, waiting for him to come back. He walked in and wrapped his arms around you, moving your hand out of your face, so he could wipe away your damp tears. "I didn't even know...why have you never told me before. I could have helped you Y/N, I thought I made you happy." You sighed running a hand through your hair, your breath shaky as you tried to speak. "You do. I am. It was an old time thing, when I was little, living with dad, when things got to much, that was my response. I don't know what came over me but when I had that glass in my hand I couldn't help myself." Randy nodded understandingly, holding you closer. "You promise me this is one time?" You nodded slowly, moving your tired arms around him, leaving little red marks all over his body. "Good, because I never want you to hurt yourself, if you feel hurt you hurt me." You sighed as the tears finally stopped, looking down at your cut wrist, and falling asleep in Randy's arms.