Aew imagines/prefrances

𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚣 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢/𝚗

𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚘𝚘

"oh come on little y/n wheres your buddys to come help you" cash taunted in the mic as i tried my best to crawl into a corner while also trying to keep blood off the mat that was coming from my nose "where do you think your going" cash chuckles as dax grabbed my foot and pulled me back to them effortlessly "stop" i give up containing the blood and try my best to find an escape not even realizing the figures running down the ramp

I was suprised to see santana and ortiz attack cash and dax they were out on injury ofcourse they wanted me to stay out of the ring till they could be there for me which i shouldve taken there advice but damn i love these guys always here when i need them for anything as you can tell

"hey you good" santana kneeled down checking on me while ortiz watched as ftr ran away "yea im good" i nod trying to wipe the blood off my nose "here" ortiz took of his tanktop and balled it up placing it in my face "dude your gonna suficate her" santana chuckled "my bad that wasnt the intention" ortiz laughed along with us holding the shirt under my nose "what are you guys doing here" i ask replacing ortizes hand with my own "well theres this short ass girl we have to protect" santana jokes helping me up "see shes always in some sorta trouble so we gotta help" ortiz ruffles my hair "i love you guys" i smile "i guess we kinda love you too" ortiz shrugs sitting on the ropes so i can step out "only a tiny bit" santana adds also sitting on the ropes

"head up" santana makes me lean my head backwards so the bleeding stops "i cant see" i try to walk without stumbling "we got you" ortiz pats my shoulder moving my body around to get us backstage "we need to get meat on these bones" santana jokes picking me up so i dont fall down the stairs "says you" i thump the back of his head "ortiz she hurt me" santana acts like a kid "kids stop it" ortiz says in a girly voice acting like a mom making all three of us bust out into laughter

"do you want your shirt back" i ask ortiz trying to hand it to him "suprized you didnt try to steal it" he smiles "i only try to steal yalls good clothes" i make a face at him "speaking of clothes did you take my nirvana shirt" santana asks i stay quiet looking at ortiz with a sly smile considering i just put it on "nope havent seen it" i lie ortiz laughs a little santana turns away from his bag and looks at me "then whered you get that shirt" he smiles amused and leans on the wall "what shirt" i act confused looking around "the one your wearing" he chuckles "oh this ole thing i got it from..." i pause "michael jackson" i slap my forehead at that name while him and ortiz try to contain their laughter

"you wanna meet him" santana asks getting in a fighting pose as a joke "that god lives in our hearts" i put him in a head lock "true" he nods picking me up from my legs "hey thats not fair" i trying to fight out of his arms "ortiz" i try to reach him "sorry but this is fun to watch" ortiz smiles while recording "dont drop me" i keep my hands out just incase he does "have i ever" he asks "yes" me and ortiz answer in unision "one time" santana trys to defend himself