Series Fic: Heart Complications
Hello! This is going to be either a weekly or bi-weekly series. It will include cameos of female superstars, but will mostly follow the story of YOU our beloved reader, along with Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Jeff Hardy, Finn Bálor, and Seth Rollins. The ending will be a surprise to EVERYONE, including myself! Also, I forgot who wanted to be tagged, so please comment or message if you’d like to be tagged in future fics!
Reader x Multiple Superstars
Triggers: None at the moment
Type: Fluffy, slight hints of jealousy.
Word Count: 1005
Synopsis: You’re having a rough day when find you out some interesting news.
“Nope, I’m leaving”, you say bluntly, turning towards your apartment door, “I’ll come by with some friends for my shit, I want you out of my apartment in three days”.
“No, baby, don’t. She meant nothing and isn’t worth anything to me”.
You stop dead in your tracks, the woman you caught in bed with your fiancé stumbling to put back on her clothes. You take a look around your quaint one bedroom apartment in the upper Minneapolis area, turning your gaze straight into his frantic, dead blue eyes, “no, she was worth something”.
You turn back towards the door, “she was worth enough to lose it all”.
The sound of Dean Ambrose greeting you pulls you out of your daydream funk. Your head snaps up at the dirty blond man standing above you, holding an ice cold lemonade, a coffee, and a bag full with protein packed donuts.
“I remembered you don’t like coffee after workouts, which is weird by the way”. You put the arm weight down by your foot, grabbing the white cup of fresh lemonade with little bits of fruit. The same stuff you drink after every workout. “No ice, right?”
“I put one in there just to piss you off”. His smile lights up, being the sarcastic asshole he loves to be. Dean takes a sip of his coffee, ”what’s got you all up in a funk”?
He leans against the wall, crossing an arm against his chest. You look up at him through your wet hair and without saying a word, he knows. Dean rolls his eyes.
“C’mon girl, I know at least five guys who’d want to be with you right now. Including one that isn’t even here yet, you gotta get over that shit”.
“Plus”, he interrupts himself, “you’re in the contenders match, you need to be on your A game against your three opponents”. He takes another sip of his coffee, savoring the dark flavor. You take a long drink off of your lemonade before turning to him again, “so wait, five different guys?” You ask curiously, “who?”
“Weelllll”, he sets the coffee down, pointing towards the treadmill “Hardy mentioned it once”, he switches his finger to the training ring, “Roman thinks you’re fuckin’ hot”. His hand goes towards the water fountain “Seth eye fucks you every time you walk by”, he then points to himself, “no shame here”. He shrugs.
“Well that’s four, either you’re bad at counting or there’s someone you’re not mentioning”. He grins, “I’m bad at counting”.
Suddenly the door to the gym swings open, “huh, speak of the devil”.
Finn walks in, his duffle in tow on his shoulder. As soon as he sees your face, his head dips towards the floor, avoiding contact with you. His cheeks turns a soft pink as Seth chuckles from the actions that played out.
“Is that why he does that?”
The sipping noise from his coffee cup is loud against the quiet gym, “yup”, he gazes at you, “he’s not the type to tell you his feelings”.
Finn zips down his hoodie, revealing his dark gray tshirt. The further he zips, the more you find yourself staring at him. Dean waves his hand in front of your face, pulling you away from your stare, “what?”
“You’re stalking your prey”.
You hit his arm, laughing softly, “seems to me that everyone is fair play”.
7:30pm, the number one contenders fatal 4 way match.
Your body tingles from the anticipation of walking out from behind the equipment. You jump in place a little, getting your blood flowing faster. Finn, Dean, and Seth stand around with you, shirtless and sweat soaked from the 6 man tag team match they just won against Miz, Bray Wyatt, and Samoa Joe.
Dean grabs your shoulder, “you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack”. He squeezes a little on it. You look as Finn turns his head towards the wall, taking a small swallow. He looks back, “Ay, we need ta’ go get decent clothes on, good luck”.
Dean smiles softly at you as both Finn and Seth turn to walk to the locker room. He pulls his hand from your shoulder, running to catch up to his friends. You watch all three turn the corner. Emma chuckles as your music hits. The sound of snaps you back to your surroundings.
“What?”, you ask, walking towards the entrance.
“I’ve never seen three different men pine over one woman so badly”, her head shakes, “especially Finn”.
Introducing first, (Y/R/N).
You step from behind the curtain, and the entire crowd lights up for you. The flow of energy surrounds you as you make your way to the ring, giving high fives and big smiles the entire way to the squared circle.
You slide inside on the soft canvas and point to the crowd, getting a huge pop from the eighteen thousand plus in attendance. Taking your corner, you place your hands upon your knees, waiting for your competition.
As Nia Jax, Emma, and Alicia Fox come down one after the other, intimidation sets in. The nerves in your body make you shake softly. You stand up straight, your head held high. I’ve got this..
1, 2, 3.. DING.
The crowd screams as the referee raises your hand as the victor, thirty minutes of grueling action against three tough women. Nia looks up at you from the mat and winks, her soft side always showing towards you. You begin walking up the entrance ramp, giving more kids high fives as you reach the top. Heading backstage you find only Seth waiting for you, overly excited for your win.
“(Y/N)! You did it! You get a championship shot!”, he runs over to you, scooping your body up in his arms, swinging you in a circle. “I’m so proud of you!”
He sets you back on the floor gently, before softly pressing his lips against yours, cupping your chin in his hand. Your breathing stalls a bit, right before he pulls away from your face with a shocked, embarrassed look.
“Fuck.. that wasn’t.. I mean.. shit I’m sorry (Y/N).”