WWE Imagines

Sheamus-Hot Bod

Pairing: Sheamus x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 808

Summary: When Sheamus returns back to WWE after his injury, fans can't stop pointing out the weight he has gain.

A/N: First Sheamus fic! It's pretty short, but oh well. Hope You Enjoy!

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When Shemus got cleared to get back in the ring again after his shoulder injury, he was ecstatic. You still remember the moment the Doctor came in with a small smile on her face.

"Well Mr. Sheamus. I have some good news for ya." She said, taking a seat with her clipboard in hand. "You're cleared to wrestle again!"

Sheamus almost jumped out of his chair for joy, instantly pulling you into his side for a hug.

"I just suggest you wait at least a week or 2 until you actually get in the ring. Move that arm and shoulder a bit, y'know? Get ready before a match."

Sheamus took the suggestion and for the next 2 weeks he trained. He worked out to get more strength in his arms, not thinking about any other part in his body.

When the week was over, he made his return. Fans were pumped hearing the mixture of his old theme song and new one, but when he came out, they were cheering and laughing for another reason.

Sheamus had gone fat!

After his 7 month healing period, he did nothing, but sit at home and eat some of your home cooked meals, and they've clearly gotten to his stomach.

You cheered as Sheamus got the 3 count on Ivar, making him the winner of his returned match. Sheamus stood around with the fans, celebrating the win and his return before coming backstage.

He quickly took a shower, ready to get back to the comfort of you, his lovely wife. While he was washing up, notifications blew up your phone.

At first you thought they were just random social media tags from fans, happy to see you in the front row supporting Sheamus, but then they were becoming a little too much to ignore.

Curiously, you tapped on one and opened up a post. It was a picture of Sheamus standing against the ropes, looking like he was trying to catch his breath.

The caption read, 'Sheamus lookin a little tired. Maybe it's cause of all the fat he got on his stomach.'

You scrolled down to a different post. 'Sheamus MIA for 7 months and now he's looking like a big white balloon 😂'

You frowned a little. Even though they're fans and might not mean this in a rude way, it still isn't right to pick on someone's body.

Just then, Sheamus exited the bathroom, drying his ginger hair off with a towel. "Whatcha lookin' at, lass?" His Irish accent rang out.

You shook your head, deciding to brush off the comments. He'll see it sooner or later.

"Alright now, don't be all secretive towards me." He joked partially. Then his phone pinged, a Twitter notification lighting up his phone. Sheamus quickly clicked on it seeing all the comments fans were saying.

There were pictures of himself from 2014 to now. Yeah, that's 10 years ago, obviously there's gonna be a change, but the picture is really pointing out his tummy. From the side you can see it spill out his trunks a little.

His mouth went down, eyebrows furrowing. You quickly caught onto his expression, wanting to comfort him. "Oh don't listen to them baby. Who cares if you got a tummy? They're not the ones dealing with it, I am!" Sheamus sorta ignored you, studying the two words in the caption.

"The hell is a dad bod?"

Your eyes grew wide, a laugh almost busting out your chest. You only smirked, looking down at the ground. "Don't worry about it, just slip some clothes on, Cathy's waiting out there for an interview."

Sheamus gave you a small suspicious look. Judging by the way you were acting when he mentioned the 'dad bod' he knew it was something you were shy about.

He got dressed and went out the door for the interview, but heard you mutter, "Perfect pale dad bod."

Questions were flowing through Cathy's mouth about his return and who he had his eyes set on next. The last question really caught you both.

"Lastly, what do you have to say about these comments on your weight gain? Some even said you had a dad bod?" Cathy said, finishing the sentence by raising her eyebrows up and down.

That told him everything he needed to know.

"Well, I honestly don't care about what y'all think about my tummy. Y/n feeds me good and I'm not talking about food." He winked at the camera. "Y/n thinks the dad bod is hot, so I'm keeping it. Enjoy the rest of ya night." And with that, he walked off back to the locker room.

His answer caught you off guard, making you go into a coughing fit. You practically choked on your saliva, as he walked back through the door with a wide grin on his face.