AJ Styles - When you misplaced your phone there was only one place it would be, in AJ's hands as he checked his hair, perfecting every last strand. You'd sit and admire, his eyes absentminded, unaware of your figure behind him. "It looks fine," you'd eventually speak up, never failing to startle him into a jump. "I didn't realise you were there," he'd say, placing his other hand back down on his lap. "I thought that might have been the case," you told him with a smile, reaching forwards as he handed the device back to you.

Dean Ambrose - Pranks were never played with Dean, instead he'd take your phone to be able to snap those special moments you'd share up in the mountains. "Can I borrow your phone?" He'd sheepishly ask, not one for technology himself. "Of course darling," you'd smile, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of being able to take such a gorgeous photo. "Maybe you could put this as your new background," he'd advise once he'd finish, always disapproving the photo of the two of you you had instead. "Of course," you'd say, but never do so.

Dolph Ziggler - When you found your phone, you'd always be greeted by several messages from your friends, questioning why you felt the need to tell them you had an infection, or that your mum was sleeping in your living room. At the hands of Dolph, anything was possible. "Dolph!" You'd shout, already piecing together your apology message. "What?" He'd coyly ask, secretly knowing what was to come. "Why do you do this?" You moaned, pressing send to every contact. "I'm sorry sweetheart, it's just your mum's responses are too funny every time."

Enzo Amore - When Enzo took your phone he'd always fill it with several selfies of funny faces. His finger would hurry to press the button as many times as possible before you came back, leaving you with a long time to delete them all. "Do you not have anything better to do with your time?" You asked, not even having to watch the screen to press delete over and over again. "Why are you getting rid of them? They're beautiful." You shook your head, waving just one or two for the future.

Finn Balor - When your phone was in Finn's hands, nothing could be predicted. One afternoon it was photos, the next he'd changed your contact list, followed up with a new voicemail list, he was always up to something. "What have you done this time?" You asked, noticing the device by his side. "Nothing," he replied, but his eyes told a different story. You swiped it from him, unlocking to see a pleasant photo of his chins as your lock screen. "You really are so immature," you groaned, hurrying to change it. "Don't be so boring!" He shouted back.

Jeff Hardy - "Hello...yes...she's good...I'm taking good care of her...I will...okay...here she is." You walked in the room noticing Jeff handing you your own phone. You gave him a puzzled look. "It's your mum," he whispered as you raised the phone to your ear. He always did this, rang your mum to ask how she was if she rang when you weren't in the room. "Hey mum," you spoke hearing her delightful cheer. "Sweetie, are you feeling better?" You smiled, noticing how much she cared, as Jeff smiled up at you. "Yeah, Jeff has been taking good care of me."

Randy Orton - "Why is Y/F/N outside?" You shouted through to Randy, watching your friend walk up your drive. "I invited her over." He told you, joining you in the room. "When?" He smirked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out your phone. "You've been pretty miserable so I invited her over to cheer you up when you were in the shower." Your smile widened, walking over and planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you, that means a lot," you told him. "You're welcome, you deserve it," he smiled just as her knock could be heard on the door.

Roman Reigns - "What you up to?" You asked walking into the room, catching your phone wrapped in his palms. "I'm just looking up some of those jackets you told me about?" You nodded, but gave him a questionable look. "Don't you have your own phone for that?" You continued. "Yeah, but yours was just so close, and mine was just not close." You rolled your eyes, sitting down beside him, noticing the one you loved enlarged. "Get one if you want it," you encouraged, swiping it from him to order before he could reply.

Sami Zayn - You walked around the kitchen island, watching the phone on the side light up. You walked over noticing it was Sami's, and 'my love,' written on the screen. You picked it up, "hello." "Hey babe, do you fancy making me a coffee?" You sighed, he was only a matter of metres away. "Could you not just shout, or maybe get off your backside." You heard him groan, expecting him to probably be rolling his eyes too. "Yeah, but don't you think this is so much funnier," he remarked back to you, leaving you speechless with little to comeback with.

Seth Rollins - "I'm gonna give you one chance to tell me where my phone is." He smugly smirked, stepping further back so his back was pressed against the cupboard. "Please don't do this Seth." "You don't need your phone, it could just be the two of us tonight, the best way." You raised your eyebrow at him, pouting to plead for your desired ways. "I need to text work, I can't ignore them again." He rolled his eyes back in disbelief, wrapping his arms around you. "No phones! Just a romantic meal for two curtesy of my own cooking."

Shane McMahon - Shane looked up catching you come through the door, throwing something behind the cushion. "You were on my phone again weren't you." He shook his head, your figure already moving closer towards him. "Don't lie to me." He continued his motion, not wanting to be as willing to tell the truth. Without a second thought, you leaped across the room and grabbed the cushion seeing your phone behind it. "You're an idiot," you whispered, leaving the room to see what damage was caused as a result of his meddling.

Tye Dillinger - "Are you playing that game again?" You snuggled under the duvet, watching Tye's fingers swipe at the screen playing the game you'd both become addicted too. "You've been playing that level all day, so I'm gonna pass it for you." You rested your head on his shoulder, watching with a smile as he took attempt after attempt, finally succeeding. "Get in!" He cheered, just as you pictured he would one day when he won the world title. "That's enough for one day," you calmly told him, shutting it all down and under your pillow.