Smacked Down. (Mikey Way x Reader)
You were practically vibrating with excitement as the line you were standing in got steadily shorter with each passing moment. It might have been the three cups of coffee you had consumed earlier, or the fact that you were about to see Seth freaking Rollins in person, but you couldn't bring yourself to stand still. Even though the line was moving at a relatively fast pace, it still seemed like an eternity before you entered the arena.
WWE fans were by far some of the most passionate, extreme and die-hard fans in the universe; even in the hallways where the merch and food stands were, you could feel the buzz in the air as everyone babbled elatedly, discussing possible match outcomes and which Superstars would be performing tonight.
As you reached the entryway to the stands, you showed the marshal your ticket and he escorted you to your seat in the front row. Flashing him a smile and a 'thank you', you took your seat. Your eyes did a double take at the blonde-haired man sitting next to you; he looked oddly familiar and you scrunched up your face in frustration, trying to place where you knew him from. He wasn't looking at you, his eyes instead glued to the phone he was typing on and you decided to look away before he caught you staring and you looked like a total weirdo. You weren't fast enough, though and he lifted his gaze to meet yours, offering a small smile that brought a tingle to your cheeks. He was far more attractive than you'd thought: sparkling eyes, a cute smile and a jawline that could kill. You panicked and instead of smiling back, you averted your gaze; suddenly becoming heavily fascinated by the design on your Seth Rollins t-shirt, Mikey smirking to himself as he went back to typing on his phone.
The lights dimmed and a booming roar erupted from the crowd as Raw's theme music began to play. The music got increasingly faster and faster, building up to a huge bass drop; your anticipation building up along with it. The bass dropped, twenty different types of pyrotechnics went off, and the roar of the crowd got a million times louder; you and Mikey both screaming along as the announcer's voice belted throughout the arena.
"WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT RAW!"
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It was the main event – a.k.a the last match of the night – Seth Rollins had the upper hand, and you were screaming your lungs out. You jumped up and down on the spot as he delivered one of his signatures, your personal favourite, the Phoenix Splash, exclaiming in joy as the referee hit the 3-count.
The referee held Seth's hand above his head to showcase his victory and you and Mikey cheered the loudest either of you had for the entire night. Seth did his rounds inside of the ring, standing atop the turnbuckles and raising his arms, prompting applause from the crowd. But it was only when he exited the ring and walked along the barricade, high-fiving fans or posing for pictures with them, that you completely lost your shit.
You stood motionless and silent as Seth walked closer and closer, not believing that you would actually be able to touch one of your favourite people in the world.
Seth was two people away from you now, and you could feel your excitement increasing as you tried you hardest not to hyperventilate.
Mikey must've felt exactly the same, since he flailed his arms about wildly. You hadn't even noticed his actions, until you felt a harsh sting against your cheek as you fell to the ground.
"Oh my god," Mikey exclaimed, his eyes widening as he realised what he'd just done. He kneeled down and held his hands out toward you. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay!" you scoffed incredulously. "You just smacked me across the face!"
"I-I didn't mean to!" he said frantically. "It was an accident, I swear!"
"Damn, and I thought I was a huge fangirl," you mumbled, rubbing the sting on your cheek soothingly.
"I'm really sorry..." he started to apologise, trailing off since he didn't know your name.
"(Y/N)."
"(Y/N). I'm Mikey," he gave another small smile.
"Wait... Mikey?" you questioned, eyes narrowing as it dawned on you who exactly was kneeling in front of you. "Oh my god, you're Mikey Way."
"Yeah. You a fan?"
"Eh."
"Hey, are you okay?" you and Mikey turned your head in the direction the voice came from, only to be met by the concerned expression of Seth freaking Rollins.
You went mute as your mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, having trouble computing the fact that Seth was talking to you.
"Uh, yeah, yeah, she's fine... I think," Mikey answered for you, glancing between you and Seth.
"Are you sure? I can get a medic for you, if you want," Seth spoke again, leaning over the barricade.
You didn't trust your mouth, so you just shook your head no.
"Alright. I hope you enjoyed the show," he winked at you as he walked off.
"Wait!" you squeaked, but it was too late and your voice was too soft. You sighed as you turned to Mikey. "Well, thanks a lot! Not only did you assault me, but you messed up my opportunity to feel his muscles too!"
"I'm sorry!" he repeated as you glared at him. "Look, I think I can make it up to you. I have two backstage passes. The other was supposed to be my brother's but he couldn't make it. So, do you want to go backstage with me?"
"I wonder how many times you've used that line," you mumbled under your breath.
"Excuse me?" Mikey asked, not quite being able to hear you over the crowd's thundering noise.
"I said that I'd love to."
~
You looked around in awe as you strolled around backstage with Mikey. It was incredible to see the way things worked backstage, and to see the Superstars in, for lack of a better term, their natural habitat. You'd been backstage for about 15 minutes at this point and you had already met Roman Reigns, Finn Bàlor and Brock Lesnar. As amazing as that was, you were still a little bit disappointed as you hadn't found Seth. Mikey assured you that he must be around somewhere, so the two of you set out to search for him.
"So, what exactly did you mean when I asked if you were a fan of ours and you said 'eh'?"
You giggled and turned to face Mikey, who wore a slightly offended expression. "I meant that while yes, I listen to you guys sometimes and think you're great, I'm not an enormous fan," you let out another laugh. "It took me literally the entire show to realise who you were."
"Oh, okay. At least you don't hate us."
"Oh my god," you squealed and latched onto Mikey's arm in excitement, his eyes widening at the sudden physical contact. "There he is!"
Seth stood by the snack table, grabbing a bottle of water. You practically dragged Mikey over to him, your heart pounding with every step. Seth looked up and smiled when he saw it was you.
"Hey, I almost didn't recognise you not on the floor," he chuckled.
You just smiled back, still not being able to find your voice.
"Forgive her," Mikey chimed in. She's a huge fan of yours."
"Yeah?" Seth smiled bigger. "That's good to hear."
"Yeah, this is a big moment for her."
"Can I feel your muscles?" you blurted out before you could stop yourself, shocking all three of you with your forwardness.
Seth laughed as you stared at him with huge eyes. "I don't have a problem with that," he smirked. "But your boyfriend might." He cocked his head towards Mikey.
"Oh, no, he's no-"
"I don't have a problem with it, as long as she's still coming home with me after."
"Can't guarantee that, buddy," Seth quirked.
~
"What'd you do that for?" you yelled at Mikey as you exited the arena.
"Do what?" he questioned, playing dumb.
"Don't be an idiot. Why did you say you were my boyfriend?"
"Because with the way he was looking at you, if I hadn't said that I was, he probably would've asked you out. And I wanted the chance to do that first."
You stared blankly at the guy in next to you for a few seconds. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Will you go out with me?"
You weren't sure what persuaded you to say what you said next, especially after Mikey had given you a small bruise on your right cheek and then proceed to come between you and Seth, but you were really damn grateful to whatever it was, because from that moment on, you were the happiest you'd ever been.
"Yes."
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