John Cena x Reader

John Cena Invites You To Youth Group

You were walking in a dark alley way, looking for the nearest drug dealer. You considered yourself to be a sort of "bad (your gender)". You found yourself running from the cops often, and hiding in the darkness. If it wasn't for WWE, you probably would have murdered someone by now. 

You had always looked up to the many people in WWE. Besides doing illegal things, wrestling was your passion, and your life. You shiver slightly as you imagine a life without WWE. 

Turning the corner of a street, you retrain your thoughts on finding Tony. Tony was a middle-aged man you had met through one of your school friends. He made a living off of supplying drugs to the youth, one of the many dream jobs of yours - besides becoming a wrestling champion that is. 

You see a dark figure in the corner of the street, and your heart skips a beat. Was it a cop? Was it two cops? Their silhouette, from the back, seemed muscular. As you looked closer you realized that he was standing above the beaten body of Tony! You hated needless violence unless it was on TV, so without thinking, you dashed forward and threw a poorly aimed punch at the man's head. The man blocked your punch almost instinctively, and wrung his hand around your arm. 

You look up at the chiseled man's features, and realize that you knew this man. It was none other than John Cena!!1 

"J-John?" You almost cry from happiness at this man's appearance. 

He smiled as you said his name, but his smile turned when he glanced at the object in your other hand. "What are you doing in this type of place with so much money?" 

You blush a beat red. You don't want John Cena to be the first person to find out that you do drugs! You hide your hand in your pocket. "I'm heading to the market." 

John Cena shakes his head, obviously not believing you. "The only market in this area is the drug market. You shouldn't be doing this to yourself. Drugs are for posers like Satan!" 

You break into a sob, "Are you going to take me to the cops?" 

"No, the only place I'm going to take you is church." John Cena's expression grew serious as he handed you a card he got out of his ass probably. You skimmed over the card, seeing a poorly rendered cross in the corner. 

"What is," you pause for a moment in utter confusion, "Youth group?"