WWE Women When They See You Cry
Characters: Alexa Bliss, Bayley, Billie Kay + Peyton Royce, Lacey Evans, Liv Morgan, Mandy Rose, Naomi, and Nia Jax.
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 1,175
A/N: I did this based on the 2018 roster! Hope You Enjoy!
As you walked out the door of Vince’s office, you couldn't control the tremble of your lips, indicating you were about to cry.
You hated crying, period, but at work made it a different type of hatred. It made you feel vulnerable knowing your co-workers could see you in such an intimate moment.
So before you went to the catering room where the girls would be, you decided to go on a more private route, sitting on some crates and letting the tears fall.
Alexa Bliss:
“Are you seriously crying right now? In the presence of the Raw Women’s Champion.”
You knew that voice anywhere. Alexa Bliss.
“I mean, I’m just trying to walk down the hallway — as champion — and here you are bringing all this negative energy with your crying.”
“Alexa, please leave me alone.”
But she didn’t.
“No, I’m being for real! Your moping could probably make me lose my title at WrestleMania. Maybe I should get away from you.” She kept going, giving insult to injury.
“Leave me alone!” You snapped.
You almost smirked at her shocked expression, but didn’t, keeping your angered one to show you weren’t playing around.
“Gosh, I was just leaving.” She huffed out offendedly. “You were getting my belt wet with your pathetic tears anyways.” She said in a smug tone while walking away.
You didn’t miss the faint “crybaby” name she called you, causing you to attack her from behind.
Bayley:
“Hey Y/n, how are you—woah!” Her cheerful voice turned concerned. “Are you okay?”
That made things even worse, the tears coming out harder.
You didn't look at her, but you could tell she was struggling with what to do next. Her mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say.
“Um…” she trailed off.
“Nevermind, don’t answer that, but answer this!” She said, voice chipper at the end as an attempt to cheer you up. “Would you like a hug?”
Through your sniffling you looked up to see her arms outstretched.
You answered her question by falling into her welcoming arms, a relieved smile coming to her face.
Billie Kay + Peyton Royce (The IIconics):
“Hey, Billie, is she crying?”
“Who, her over there?”
“Yeah, look at her. I think she’s really crying.”
“Go ask her.”
“No, you!”
You looked up at the whispering, making the two girls freeze.
“Okayyy.” Billie dragged out. “She is crying.” Peyton finished.
They walked towards you with Peyton clearing her throat. “You okay?” You shook your head.
They looked at each other once more, quietly fighting with who would speak next.
“Say something!” Billie demanded.
“Why do you have to? I just asked her if she was okay, it’s your turn!” Peyton argued back.
“I don’t know what to say!”
You cleared your throat loudly, stopping their bickering.
“Um, stay iconic!” Billie yelled, causing them to do their signature pose before running off.
Lacey Evans:
“Oh, you poor thing.” Lacey tutted out while giving you a fake sympathetic look.
You sniffled while wiping your nose. “Leave me alone, Lacey. I’m not in the mood for your “classy” insults.”
She gasped, putting her hand over her heart. “My goodness, what's got you so upset? I’m just trying to be a dear and show my concern for your tears, but you're not being very appreciative.”
You rolled your eyes at her words.
That seemed to piss her off even more, a scoff and chuckle coming past her lips.
“Oh, bless your heart, darling. Now let me get outta here and do something better than mope around before I tell you something that involves no words and my fist.”
Liv Morgan:
She was skipping down the hall, cackling as she remembered a joke Sarah said when she saw you.
“Y/n? Are you okay?”
She frowned when she heard a sniffle. “Okay, I’m taking that as a no.”
She stepped closed towards you, patting your head. “It’s alright, you can stop crying.”
Well that didn’t help.
Her frown deepened as the tears continued.
“Think Liv, think! How can I cheer up a crying person? What do crying people like?” She muttered to herself.
“Oh!”
It was like a lightbulb popped on in her mind.
She grabbed your hands and held them open while reaching into her pocket and digging up a handful of random blue raspberry candy.
“Here! Take one, or two. Actually, you can have it all!”
You couldn't help the small smile that came to your face. “Thank you, Liv.”
She grinned, proud she got your tears to stop. “You’re welcome! Here, scoot over and let me show you how to get my signature blue tongue!”
Mandy Rose:
“Are you crying?” Mandy asked in disbelief.
You looked up at the blonde in front of you revealing your teary eyes.
“Oh. You really are.”
“Ew.” she muttered under her breath before taking one. “Okay, you need to stop crying because I think it’s making me look horrible. It’s like your ugly face is rubbing off on me.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at her. You’re literally crying for god's sake, and she has the nerve to say something like that!
“What?” She rhetorically asked while re-applying her shimmering lipgloss. “I’m just being honest.” She shrugged.
She took a minute to fix her blonde curls before suggesting, “You should really go get your makeup done after your little crying session. You’ll probably feel and look better, but not as good as me, of course.”
She let out a little chuckle before continuing to walk down the hall.
Naomi:
“Hey girl, you good?”
Naomi frowned when you shook your head.
“You don't have to, but do you want to talk about it?”
With another shake of your head she sighed. “Well I can’t let you sulk here forever. How about a dance?”
You wanted to decline her offer, but looking at her swaying hips and light-up shoes tracking her every move made your tears lessen.
“Come on.” she coaxed, grinning wide. “Naomi, I’m not—” Your words came to a slow halt as she grabbed your hands and helped you up. “You know you wanna dance with me.”
You two danced for a minute, a random song from somewhere in the building being the reason why.
She did successfully cheer you up and distract you from why you were so upset.
Nia Jax:
“Why are you crying?”
You jumped at the aggressive voice, looking up through teary eyes to see Nia standing there.
You sniffled with a shake of your head. “It’s nothing serious, just something stupid.”
Nia didn't speak for a second, studying your hunched form. She wasn’t believing your excuse at all, but she didn’t want to start interrogating you.
“It’s clearly not “nothing serious” or “stupid” if it’s making you cry.”
Damn her for studying you.
“Did someone hurt you? Was it Alexa?” You shook your head. “Family issues?” You denied once more. “I-I don’t want to talk about it.”
And she left it at that.
“Alright, well, I guess if you need me, call me.”
And she walked away.
