For some reason that you can't even begin to understand, some people can't believe that celebrities are just normal people who just got a little lucky, yet still have normal human lives and feelings.

Maybe you can blame yourself for not being exactly into the sport she professionally plays, but back when you met Vi through a lesbian version of one of those online dating apps, you couldn't be more oblivious to the fact she shows up on TV quite often and has a fan base.

The both of you clicked almost immediately, your chemistry is natural and didn't feel rushed. Plus, you had no idea who she is, and that just made Vi like you even more.

It's only a couple weeks into the relationship that you finally connected the dots, realizing that she's literally a professional wrestler.

Once you asked her about her secret, — if you can even call it that — Vi decided to just fuck it, make your relationship with her public.

Vi started posting pictures with you on social media, taking you on dates without minding the paparazzi that followed you around, casually talking about you whenever she got to make an interview or be at some person's podcast episode.

What you didn't expect: Vi's fangirls. They're no joke, treating her like she's theirs. Hell, no. They keep commenting on her posts just to thirst over her, asking her to crush them with her muscles — why do these girls want to get hurt so bad?

But Vi couldn't care less, you're her girl and she's damn proud of it, she will always brag about you when she gets the chance to.

Taking you out of the country with her was a no-brainer, she could always finish her job for the day and take you on a date, explore the city together.

You sat on the hotel bed, scrolling through your phone. Bored, you couldn't help but look up your girlfriend on Twitter, as usual.

As you read a post about her, her strong arms squeezed you from behind as she laughed softly, kissing the side of your neck. "How's my girl doing?" Vi purred, stealing your phone and putting it away, wanting your attention.