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theworldofotps · 3 years

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Silent Feelings (Part 2 of S.S)

Pairing: Dexter Lumis x Reader Word Count: 1,404 Description: Dexter wants to do more than just be y/n’s friend. But how can he do that when neither are sure how the other feels?

Part 1

Part 3

Warning: Povs switch between first and third person throughout the fic. They are separated by ~~~ so hopefully you don’t get confused.

Also I wrote the little piece Dexter gives the reader a while ago so please be gentle.

Thank you @new-zealand-chic for beta reading for me! ________ Tag list: @hungmanhorsecarriage @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @the-beastslayers-queen @thewrestlingwarehouse @new-zealand-chic @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @youcantreignonmyparade @melblacc @letsgivethisonemoreshot @omg-im-such-a-masochist

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ “So as your best friend besides old Finn here I need to ask you..has Dexter kissed you yet?”

Shotzi smiles as she leans across the table waiting patiently for me to give her what I’m assuming she’s hoping is juicy details.

“Listen Shots, we’ve only gone out a few times so no he hasn’t kissed me yet, he hasn’t even attempted to but I don’t mind. Sure I’d like to kiss him but I want him to be comfortable and I don’t know if he even wants to kiss me.”

I trail off looking between them when they stare at me sipping my water I offer an awkward smile.

“Will you two stop staring at me please because it’s really making me uncomfortable.”

“Oh come on lass of course the lad wants to kiss you but maybe he's worried you don't want that. Sometimes it's hard telling what a person wants."

"He's right, I mean he's always getting you your favorite coffee. Without you even asking and when you go to pay it back he won't let you. It's been what a few months give or take, since you two went on your first outing together. And you've had countless ones since then. Not to mention you're always talking and he hasn't even spoken to you, and."

"Okay, Shotzi I think she gets it lass, sit down and take a breather."

Finn pats her shoulder before looking back at me.

"I really think he'd like to kiss you, he watches your mouth a lot and Dexter just really looks at you like a man that wants to grab up his girl and lay one on her."

"I hear what you all are saying and it makes sense I'm just scared you guys could be reading it wrong. If it happens it does and if it doesn't it's fine, now if you two will excuse me. I'm gonna pack up for the day and head home. I wanna get a nice soak in the tub before it gets too late."

"Alright sorry it's just really exciting to see you so happy, Finn said for all the years he's known you. This is the happiest you've been in a while."

"Just giving out all of my secrets Devitt?"

"Hey it was just casual conversation, now go off and enjoy your night."

“Thanks see you two later.”

Hugging them both I sling my bag over my shoulder and leave the table making my way down the hall I pull my phone out. I wasn’t sure if this would do any good but I decided why not give it a shot.

Y/n💮: Do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?

Pressing send I make it out to my car setting my duffel back on the seat next to me, rolling the windows down I turn the radio up pulling out of the lot. Singing along to the music I dance in my seat thinking about what Shotzi and Finn had said. Dexter had been doing little things here and there for me, I was getting a decent collection of his painting. Not to mention he had started leaving little poems in my locker room every Wednesday. Maybe they were right and tonight I was planning on finding out.

Pulling into my garage I go into the house I was renting from my cousin kicking my shoes off I check my phone.

D. Lumis👀: Yeah sure I’ll be there in half an hour need me to bring anything?

Y/n💮: Any snacks if you’d like we can order dinner here?

D. Lumis👀: Sounds good see you then

Y/n💮: Be safe

Running upstairs I start a bath I could spend twenty minutes soaking and showering than the last ten dressing. Searching for a comfortable outfit I take it into the bathroom finishing up getting everything set and I strip stepping in. This water felt amazing on my soar muscles. ~~~~~ Dexter dresses in a pair of slacks and a black tank top, he was excited to spend some time with you. Even if he didn’t particularly look so. Grabbing his phone and keys Dexter leaves his room going downstairs. Grabbing the small box he had for you Dexter locks up his house going to his car. He’d stop at the store closest to your house and grab the snacks before continuing to your place. Going inside he grabs a few of your favorite snacks and drinks then going to the front he pays. Now it was time to head over and meet you. ~~~~~ Wrapping the towel around my body I leave the bathroom and make my way into the bedroom. Grabbing my undergarments I go to put them on and stop hearing a knock on my front door. Damn must have been in the bathroom a little longer than planned. Rushing from the room I make my way downstairs and look out the peep hole.

“Dexter!”

Smiling I open the door and greet him as I step back to let him in. Watching as his eyes flicked down my frame and then back up. I had completely forgotten that I was only in a towel. Embarrassment hits me full force as I rub the back of my neck.“

Sorry about that I was in the shower and ended up being in there longer then I meant to be.”

Offering a smile as he stepped inside Dexter holds up two bags in his hands.

“You got the stuff awesome, go ahead and sit in the living room. Please make yourself comfortable. I'm just uh gonna go get dressed.”

Quickly turning away I go back up to my room closing the door. Leaning against it I groan and sigh then continue with getting dressed. After I was finally ready I left my room going back downstairs.

“Okay I’m back ready to order some food and watch a movie?”

~~~~~ Dexter nods his head showing you he had the snacks and drinks all set up. He scoots over so you could sit next to him and he pulls out a smaller bag. Setting it in your hands, Dexter watches you nervously.

“What’s this?”

You asked him and he motions for you to open it. Lifting the paper he watches as you pull out the small framed poem he gave you a few weeks ago. Occasionally he’d write a poem and give it to you, this was one of your favorites.

“Wildflowers, by Dexter Lumis.”

You read out loud as you look at the frame.

‘If I had to use one single word to describe you it would be, wildflower. Your personality is brightly colored with love and patience. The strong will you hold is a trait I think I admire the most.

Despite all the things thrown at you darling you continue to grow. The space you take up in this world makes life beautiful. Be that you are soft at times when vulnerable, but always firm when need be. All your different traits add up to the beautiful free spirit you are.’

“Awee Dexter that's so sweet thank you.”

Giving you a small smile and nod Dexter offers you the remote to pick a movie for you to watch. Selecting one of your favorites you order dinner then settle back resting your head on his shoulder.

As the evening continued on Dexter could see you were getting tired, even though you kept denying it. Halfway through the fourth movie Dexter looked at the time seeing it was nearly midnight. You really should be getting to bed and he needed to get home.

Gently nudging you Dexter smiles as you cuddle closer to his side. Sighing he grabs the blanket off the back of your couch laying down so you were resting on his chest and covers you both. Rubbing your back lightly when you start to stir Dexter turns the tv off.

Once the room is plunged in darkness he closes his eyes, if he was honest he was loving every minute of holding you.

“Dexter.”

You mumbled causing him to open his eyes and rub your back a little softer.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for staying I really like having you over….I really like you.”

Yawning you rub your eyes drifting back off to sleep and just before you’re completely gone you hear what you think is a faint whisper.

“I really like you too y/n.”

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index-wwe-gifs · 3 years

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Can I keep you? Chapter 2 - True Colours

Pairing: Dexter Lumis x Indi Hartwell

Warnings: None

Summary: The morning after Dexter takes Indi to his house for their first date, Dexter continues to struggle to get used to the idea that Indi could love him despite showing her a glimpse of his true colours.

She’d asked him to stay with her but he’d given her his own bed and opted instead to spend the night out here instead. She could call him a gentleman until she was blue in the face and for whatever reason, they would still never see what she sees, never understand. And they could scream the word psychopath at her until their throats were sore and yet still she would feel no different.

♥ Read chapter 2 on ao3 HERE or below👀♥

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Sunlight pours in through the gap in the bedroom curtains. As Indi rolls over, the light slashes across her eyes and startles her awake. Her eyes briefly blink open. She immediately presses them tightly together again, face screwed up as she is temporarily blinded. What time is it? Her hip hurt from laying on the metal parts of her belt. Why is she wearing jeans in bed anyway? She felt the fleecy blanket draped over her and taut crisp bedsheets below her. Whose bed is this? She risks opening one eye only a little to blearily glance around at her surroundings. Where is she? Whose room is this?

Wait.

“Dexter?” Her voice breaks having not used it yet and she clears her throat. She rolls over and throws her arm out to check the bed beside her as though she expects him to be there. Finding it empty, she just holds her palm there for a minute flat against the sheet, as though trying to work out by touch if he was ever there. The sheet was perfectly flat and cold. What happened last night? He had carried her to bed...she asked him to stay….she doesn’t remember anything after that. She must have fallen asleep.

She sits up and tries to wipe the sleep from her eyes. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands up, stretching a little to try to kick her muscles back to life. She notices the door is left ajar and smooths out her clothes as she heads towards it.

She tepidly steps out into the hallway and calls his name again in a quieter tone. It’s quite dark with most of the windows shuttered but the lamp in the hallway offers enough dim lighting to see. As she walks out into the main living space, the yellow sun rays from the only non-shuttered window highlight a large figure slung lengthways over the small leather sofa, legs overhanging the side. She smiles and sighs, tilting her head to the side as she watches him sleep. If not for the slight movement of his chest she would swear he was dead. He looks so peaceful, she almost doesn’t want to wake him.

She walks over to the front of the house and opens a few of the shutters, letting natural sunlight stream through the glass. She winces as it hits her eyes, blinking to let her sight adjust. She doesn’t open any more than the ones on the front facing the sun. It’s his house and she’d rather leave it how he likes it. It’s nice to be able to see his house in natural light for once though.

She heads back over to Dexter and contemplates waking him for a moment before sliding in the narrow gap between the sofa and coffee table. She perches on the edge of it as she casts her eyes over his body before they find his face. And this is the man they say she shouldn’t be with. This is the man who is a ‘psychopath’, who everyone seems to be afraid of.

The man before her lies peacefully asleep, body contorted and twisted uncomfortably on the too small sofa. She’d asked him to stay with her but he’d given her his own bed and opted instead to spend the night out here instead. She could call him a gentleman until she was blue in the face and for whatever reason, they would still never see what she sees, never understand. And they could scream the word psychopath at her until their throats were sore and yet still she would feel no different.

She doesn’t even know what they see. She could never understand it.

To her he is perfect and that’s all she had ever, ever been able to see.

She reaches out her hand and gently flattens her palm on his chest, feeling it rise and fall. She leans down towards him and lowers her voice, not wanting to startle him. “Dexter.” She says softly in almost a whisper. She waits for a second. He doesn’t react. “Dexter….?” She asks more in a normal talking voice as she jostles his chest a little, trying to rouse him. He still doesn’t even flinch. If it wasn’t for the fact that she can clearly feel his heart beating and his chest move where her hand rests, she would swear that he really is dead.

She readjusts her position so that she is slid up closer to him now and strokes her thumb over the fabric of his shirt in more of an unconscious action than trying to rouse him. She leans down further so her face is only inches away from his and speaks again in a soft voice. “Dex…”

His eyes flash open. In a split second of reflex, he grabs her arm from his chest by the wrist and sits bolt upright. The force shoves her backwards and she almost falls back against the coffee table if not for his grip on her. She knocks over the glass left from last night and it clatters off the table onto the floor. He’s grabbing her wrist with a painful iron grip, if he tightens it any more it’ll break. And he so easily could. His eyes are wild, half frantic and confused and half looking to kill. Hers are shot wide with fright.

“Dexter it’s me, it’s me, it’s Indi….” She scrambles to get the words out, voice shaking a little as she desperately looks back into his eyes looking to find familiarity. He’s looming over her, chest now heaving, eyes as though desperately searching; for answers, for familiarity, for memories. She reaches her other hand up, curling her fingers around his tensed forearm. Maybe to try and get him to release her. More likely to try and provoke something from her touch. She tries to twist her arm free but can’t even move it a millimeter. The strength of that man is second to none.

He blinks.

His eyes shoot wide.

His senses return to find the desperate horrible realisation of where he is and what’s going on and who he is hurting.

Indi.

She’s looking at him like…

Like they all do. Scared. Pained?

His eyes trace from her face down to the wrist he has in his vice-like grip. The wrist he’s held so many times before but...not like this. Never like this.

Like a spring loaded lock, his fingers immediately unclench, releasing her. She falls back onto the coffee table and throws out her good hand to catch herself. Then she immediately wraps it around her sore wrist to nurse it. She’s breathing rapidly, still looking back at him with wide concerned and questioning eyes.

He slowly sits back, frantic eyes turned down to the floor as if searching for his own answers.

He’s not used to it. Someone in his house. Someone waking him up. He hasn’t been in this position in...actually he couldn’t remember anyone ever being in his house and waking him up.

He slowly turns his hand over in front of him, palm facing up, watching his fingers tightly clench and then unclench. He looks at it like it doesn’t belong to him. He’d never hurt her. Ever.

He hears Indi release a deep breath. “I guess the film last night scared you too huh.” She says a little shakily after a second, punctuated with a very slight somewhat tentative laugh.

He doesn’t want to look back up at her. He’s scared of what he might see in her if he does. That look…he can’t take that look again. The same way they all did. Like she’s scared of him. She’d never looked at him like that before. Not once. They all did. Everyone did. But not her. Never her. If he met her eyes again and saw that fear again lurking within them...he wouldn’t be able to take it.

But she doesn’t care. She probably wouldn’t like to be woken up like that either if she’d lived alone for so long. Especially after watching a horror film. Although he didn’t seem so bothered by it last night. Just how long had he been alone anyway? God her wrist hurt. His strength was unquestionable. It did make her wonder about his past, but she didn’t think too much about it. It just didn’t matter to her.

A moment passes where he just stares blankly into his hand with just the sound of his own breaths which still haven’t calmed down. “Dexter...” Her tone changes, serious yet soft. The shakiness is all but gone. He watches as her hand comes into view. She places it in his open palm and interlocks their fingers like she did last night. He sees the redness around her wrist.

“Dexter?”

He could listen to her say her name in that accent of hers a thousand times and never grow tired of it.

She pulls both their hands down and ducks her head as if forcing him to look up at her. He languidly meets her gaze, almost timidly, afraid of what he might see in her.

He sees only Indi. And she sees only him.

“Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

It takes him the longest time to register her question. She asks it so casually, so nonchalantly. That frightened look in her eyes is completely banished, a distant memory. Her gaze is so warm and somehow innocent, just normal, just...Indi.

He’s looking back at her like she’s just asked the weirdest thing in the world and after another moment of no response, she wonders once again if she’s just asked a really stupid question. Finally he nods a little but doesn’t move. His eyes are still searching hers for any sign of what he saw in her before but there is nothing. Not a flicker of any of it. No fear at all.

He goes to stand but realises he’s still caught up in her, her hand still interlaced with his. It baffles him how she could just so easily slip her hand in his; the same hand that just nearly damn near broke hers. She never saw any danger in him like others did, ever. She didn’t react like others did, she never had. It perplexed him, intrigued him and endeared her to him endlessly.

He reluctantly slides free from her grasp and sidles out, making his way to the basement. He takes the time to slow down his breaths and gather himself up. He returns and presents Indi with a toothbrush in its packaging. It’s a bluey purple colour and she smiles as she takes it. She knows he chose the colour specifically but doesn’t say anything.

Before heading for a shower, she had asked if he had an old t-shirt she could borrow since she wanted to wash her hair and didn’t want to get her clothes wet. He’d picked up the first one he saw - a white shirt with ‘Death Row Records’ design on the front. Rather than an old tshirt it was actually his favourite and as he went to hang it back up and select another, he realised that because it was his favourite, it was actually the perfect choice. Now he’s waiting for her to finish up in the bathroom, hands clasped in his lap. He’s never had to wait to use his own shower before.

The door clicks and opens and Indi emerges from the bathroom, steam trailing behind her. “Better get in there quick Dexter, the water is HOT.” She says nonchalantly as she pads down the hallway towards him, toweling off her long dark hair. It was a lot hotter than the water in her apartment. Simone was always on the phone to the landlord trying to get them to come and fix it but it took so long for them to ever fix anything. Actually having a hot shower for once was quite a luxury.

Reaching the end of the hallway, she finds Dexter perching on the arm of the sofa staring straight at her unblinking. She stops. His eyes trail downwards and then back up as though fully taking her in. She looks better in that shirt than he ever did. “What?” She asks, following his gaze downwards and wonders for a second if- Oh he’s looking at the t-shirt.

“Does it suit me?” She asks half joking and then pulls out the edges to demonstrate how much it drowns her. “Not my best look. It’s a bit big but eh...I think I make it work.” She shrugs and smiles. His lips curve very gently. She thinks she’s not looking her best. He disagrees.

He rises into a standing position just as she approaches him. “I haven’t had a hot shower in sooo long.” He watches her as she finishes toweling her hair and then straightens up, quickly running a hand through it. Then as she stops in front of him, she releases a contented sounding sigh and just looks at him. They find themselves caught up in each other’s gazes once again. What was she going to say again? What was it that he was going to do?

“While you’re showering, I can make a start on breakfast.”

His eyes narrow.

“What? I can cook.” She says, trying to sound offended at his implication but knowing she has nothing to back it up with. Ok so she was always more of a takeout girl but herself and her housemate watch cooking programs together all the time. And this is what normal couples did. How hard could it be?

“You have more than just fruit loops right?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. She doesn’t need an answer. “Eggs?”

He nods.

“Err oh! Omelettes?” She suggests with an over enthusiasm. She’s made omelettes before. She knows what she’s doing. This will be a breeze. She sees a very slight hint of a smile. Omelettes it is.

He looks between her and the kitchen with a certain kind of skepticism.

“Dexter I’ll be fine. I know how to make omelettes. Come on, I’ve seen MasterChef.” Indi leans and throws the damp towel on his couch then grabs him by his big shoulders and turns him and tries to push him towards the hallway.

Not the first time she’s manhandled him. Hopefully not the last.

“You go shower and it’ll be waiting for you when you get out.” She says zealously as she gives him a final push and releases him. He finds his footing and glances over his shoulder at her, skepticism and concern masking his features.

“Go. I won’t burn your kitchen down, I promise.”

He wasn’t used to being told what to do. His usual rules didn’t seem to apply to Indi though. None of them really did. She was the first person to ever do that. She flipped his rules upside down and inside out until he didn’t even know what he was doing and the only thing he could focus on was her.

Leaving an unnervingly excited Indi, Dexter heads into the bathroom after her. The air is still thick with hot mist as moisture clings to the air. As soon as he walks in and closes the door, he notices the new toothbrush in the toothbrush holder in the slot next to his. Another part of his house that had remained unused. Until now. It looks better with two. It balances it out like it was always supposed to look like that, like the fancy photograph on the packaging. Maybe it’s his artistic mind or maybe he just loves the damn sight of it, but he thinks that the purple colour compliments his blue ridiculously well.

He notices a very long dark hair caught on the ceramic in the sink. That probably gets everywhere. He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind any traces of her. He turns on the tap and starts to go about his business when he glances up at the mirror and just stops dead. There is a heart doodled in the condensation with ‘I+D’ scrawled in the middle of it.

He blinks a few times.

His eyes explore every line, every finger mark.

It doesn’t even look like his mirror. Can’t be his mirror. The D doesn’t stand for Dexter. It can’t.

His focus shifts beyond the steam written message to his own reflection looking back at him. It surprises him almost to find himself staring back at him and not somebody else, because however he tries to rationalise it, this can’t be his life surely.

And after he’d hurt her this morning too, after he showed her a glimpse of his ‘true colours’....

And suddenly everything rushes through his mind. Last night, the way she’d clung to him, sought him for comfort and safety, not batted an eyelid when he’d hurt her and now she was out there making him breakfast...the I+D written on the mirror...

Indi Hartwell really can love Dexter Lumis.

She loves him.

She really loves him.

#next chapter i shall call WHEN OMELETTES GO WRONG lmao #fic #index #indi hartwell #dexter lumis #wwe #wwe nxt #nxt #writing

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imaginationisveryrapid · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Indi Hartwell/Dexter Lumis | Samuel Shaw Characters: Indi Hartwell, Dexter Lumis | Samuel Shaw, Candice LeRae, Johnny Gargano, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Angst, but just a little bit though, Weddings, Implied Sexual Content Summary:

Indi and Dexter go to Vegas to watch Summerslam, but they also mark another task off their to do list while they're there.

Oh hey, so I wrote another fic. This one came about after seeing a post from @index-army-soldier-of-love about InDex possibly eloping. Erica, hopefully I’ve done the idea justice.

To be honest, I can’t believe I wrote another fic, especially one this long, but here we are. Hope everyone likes it.

#index #indi x dexter #indi hartwell #dexter lumis #wwe #nxt #seriously who even am i rn???#i'm mostly just happy that it's finished before takeover 36 starts #fanfiction #my fics

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jphbk1982 · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, WWE NXT - Fandom, Professional Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Indi Hartwell/Dexter Lumis | Samuel Shaw Characters: Indi Hartwell, Dexter Lumis | Samuel Shaw Summary:

What happened when Dexter took Indi to medical after she faked being unconscious in the 8 person tag? Why was she so happy when she showed up to the interview with The Way later?

Had this idea floating around in my brain for a while, decided to get it out. Hope you like it. More InDex stories to come later. Link above or read below:

“Medical”

Indi half-opened her eyes as she bounced slightly with the rhythmic footsteps of the man who was holding her. He was staring straight ahead with a purpose. He turned them effortlessly through a doorway and past the gym. A slight repositioning of her body as their respective sweat caused her skin to be slippery in his arms.

She watched him and fought hard the urge to give up her ruse right now and attempt another kiss. Instead, she became transfixed on his profile. She was struck by how handsome he actually was. Not scary at all like so many people would lead you to believe. She saw warmth and a softness in his blue eyes as they began to dart around in search of something.

A quick spin to allow him to push a door open with his backside and Dexter had carried her all the way to the office of the trainer and medical team. He stood holding her and Indi heard people approaching them. As they got closer for a moment Dexter stepped back slightly.

"Just... um... put her down over here," Indi recognized the voice of the head of the medical team. She cringed a little realizing her ruse had led her to this point. She was being walked over to an open table now. Just as Dexter started to hover her over the table to release her she clenched her grip around his neck tightly.

The action prompted Dexter to look down at her for the first time since he had taken her into his arms. She started to open her mouth to speak and explain but something about his eyes. It rendered her as momentarily mute as he was.

He was cocking his head slightly at her now and she felt she should probably speak. So she cleared her throat a little and stole a glance over at the still awaiting medical staff. She knew she was blushing she could feel it in her face.

"I... um... I'm fine," Indi cringed slightly as the words left her mouth. She watched Dexter's face for a reaction. She didn't get much, just a slight raise of his eyebrows. He took his eyes off her and immediately she craved his gaze. He was looking up at the others in the room with a blank look on his face.

After just a moment he managed to slightly shrug with her still firmly in his arms. The motion making her involuntarily giggle. This got his attention again. His eyes were scanning all over her face. She was sure to most this would be uncomfortable but she was finding herself welcoming it.

She suddenly felt his grip on her loosen and she was being lowered to her feet. She wanted to protest but couldn't bring herself to. He sat her down and stood directly in front of her to make eye contact with her. She snuck a peek down his bare chest and noticed his breathing, she found it to be completely in sync with her own as she moved a hand up to touch his chest.

Before skin could touch skin he backed away from her. Slowly at first, seemingly unsure of her. She inched closer and this only prompted to him withdraw and turn to walk out of the room, leaving her standing there with an outstretched hand and a wounded heart.

"Are you okay?" A voice from behind her barely registered as she purposefully jogged from the room and into the hall.

"Wait," Indi's voice was not loud. No one outside of the immediate area would have heard it. He did though. She watched as Dexter stopped just at the door leading out into the large training area of the Performance Center.

He kept his back to her but turned his head to acknowledge he had heard her. He was denying her the eye contact she craved so she inched closer to him. She could feel her heart racing. If it went any faster she might end up actually needing a medic.

"Don't go..." Indi echoed her earlier sentiment. The sound of her voice causing him to turn more in her direction. Still not fully facing her but his eyes were on her now.

She smiled upon seeing this. She didn't expect him to smile in return of course. She had never seen that. However, he did finish doing the turn and faced her fully now. That was enough. She opened her mouth to speak and his eyes moved down to her lips, effectively derailing her train of thought for a moment.

"I... um..." Indi stammered. She gestured behind her at the room they had just exited. "Thanks... for... you know... bringing me to get checked out..."

His eyes darted past her momentarily and then settled back onto her face.

"Even if you know... I didn't really need it," Indi shrugged. His body language changed again and he started to turn from her.

"Wait..." She took a chance and reached for his hand. This gesture seemed to truly shock him as his eyes widened and he raised their respective hands into his line of sight.

Indi gave his hand a soft squeeze in hopes of getting him to look at her again. It worked.

"Are you upset... I'm sorry that I was pretending to be hurt..." Indi stated. She watched his face for signs of recognition of his words. His expression didn't really change but his head dipped just a little, she took that as a sign he understood what she was saying.

Indi was suddenly keenly aware they were still holding hands and she felt her face flushing again. She ducked her head slightly. She was completely gobsmacked by what happened next.

Dexter's hand was so gently on her chin as it coaxed her to look back up to him. She smiled in response to his action and his demeanor changed. His posture loosened and his own face seemed to be on the verge of a smile.

"I did it because..." Indi took in a big breath in an attempt to spit the next words all out without taking another. "I really like you and I just wanted you to hold me and I thought... hoped maybe you could like me too."

She was searching his face desperately now for even the slightest hint of something. Anything.

He stepped closer to her and Indi genuinely felt like she might faint. She had never felt an adrenaline rush like this moment. Something about Dexter was dangerous, but in every way, you could possibly crave it. He was inches from her face now and his eyes were locked into hers, unmoving.

"Do... do... you?" Indi whispered.

A slight nod and curl in the corner of his mouth might as well have been an outright declaration of undying love for how it made Indi feel. She was beaming now.

"You mean it?" Indi asked, her voice still a whisper.

Another nod.

"What do we do now?" Indi's voice was back to its usual register.

His eyes moved back down to her lips and she understood exactly. She leaned in and their lips made the lightest of touches before the door to the hallway behind them opened, and Dexter stiffened and released her hand.

"Hey Indi... Johnny and Candice are flipping out trying to find you... I think McKenzie is trying to calm them down and talk to them," NXT ring announcer Alicia Taylor spoke from her position in the doorway. She eyed the two for a moment before grinning.

Indi nodded and then glanced up at Dexter. She started to move past him and he gave her hand the gentlest of squeezes prompting her to smile widely as she followed Alicia out.

It didn't take her long to find her family. She just followed the sound of their frantic ranting to McKenzie as she attempted to get a word with them. She composed herself as best she could and made her way up to them. It didn't take long for them to start asking questions, she attempted to answer all of them, but it was all just noise. In her mind, she was still in the hallway waiting for that kiss from Dexter Lumis. One day... one day she would get it.

#index #indi hartwell #dexter lumis #nxt #wwe #fic

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letsgivethisonemoreshot · 4 years

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Object of my Affection

Samuel stood in the room of his little cabin next to the bed watching her sleep. They would need a proper house at some point, but for now this was perfect. The moon shone through the window as the trees rustled in the forest outside. He was next to it, arms crossed as he looked down upon her. She was in a deep sleep. Her chest rising and falling in a slow steady pattern.

She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even as she slept. Her hair seemed perfect. Her facial features lit by the moon were more elegant than a make-up painted face he was so used to seeing on women. He wanted to climb in next to her, run his fingers along her skin, and he would soon, but for now he just wanted to admire her. He felt complete now. So lucky that he had this woman in his bed, all to himself. His gaze drifted from her face to her outstretched wrist where the rope was still tightly around it feathered and secured to the wooden bed he had made. Finally, all to himself. And that’s how it would stay.

Working on character one shots. If you want one, send a request! Trying something new.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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Headcannons Masterlist

Soft Updates: Once A Month

One Shots/Series Fics Masterlist: Here

WWE AND AEW

ROMAN REIGNS:

Plus Size Reader

Birthday Edition

Sub! Roman w/ Plus Size Mistress

Public Sex

DD/LG

Hair Kink

Playroom Details

Fighting and Make up Sex

Face fucking

“The Missionary Position“

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

Summerslam

Tribal Chief and Bálor Contest

DD/LG Fluff

ALEISTER/MALAKAI BLACK:

SFW/NSFW (Aleister)

Dad!Edition - Baby Girl (Aleister)

Goth Reader (Aleister)

Jealousy (Aleister)

Comfort - SFW (Aleister)

Sexting (Aleister)

First Time Meeting The Doc (Malakai)

Smut (Malakai)

Plus Size Insecure Reader (Malakai)

Possessiveness (Malakai)

Stripper Reader

Stripper Reader Pt. 2

Dad!Edition (Malakai)

Accidently calling him Tommy

When He Falls In Love With His Psychiatrist/Reader (Malakai)

Calling Him “Daddy” For The First Time (Malakai)

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai Pt. 2

NSFW

Reaction To You Getting Injured

Comforting

HOB resident pet fuck

JAY WHITE:

CNC Knife Play

OnlyFans

Voice Kink

Brat Taming

Cheering Bee up

Teasing

AU!Businessman Jay

DD/LG

Overstimulation/Forced Orgasm

Pregnancy Sex

After Forbidden Door

Student!Jay / Professor! Reader

Plus Size Reader

Aftercare

Teasing with a cock ring

Frat Brother ft. ELP

J.J.

Incubus

EL PHANTASMO:

Insecure Reader

Frat Brother ft. Jay White

DAVID FINLAY:

Soft!

DAMIAN PRIEST:

NSFW

SFW

Male Reader

Male Reder NSFW

NSFW Honeymoon!Edition

When You Win A Championship

Asking You To Be His Girlfriend

Trans Male/Female Reader

Dad!Edition Part 1

Dad!Edition Part 2

Period Edition

Tickle Fetish And Kinks

Jealousy

Praise Kink

DD/LG

DD/LG Relationship

Angry But Passionate Sex

Short Reader

Sub!Edition

Teasing NSFW

Comfort (SFW)

Comfort (NSFW)

Sexting

Non Binary Reader

Singer Reader

Living Together

Underwear

Wheelchair Bound Reader

Public Teasing

Mirror Kink

Going To Sleep

Babysitting

Black Plus Size Reader

Dating Someone From Wardrobe Department

Fingering

Domestic Edition

Voice Kink

Reader Who’s Insecure About Her Vagina

Reader’s Water Breaking + Home Birth

Shower Sex

Riding him + the risk of getting caught

Reader with an abusive relationship in the past

Squirting

Submissive Reader

Losing Your Virginity

Being His Masseuse

Celebrating His United States Title

Casual Intimacy

Pregnancy Sex

Quickie In The Pool

Stripper Reader

Sweaty/Smut

Impact Play Knowledge

Curvy Girl Lingerie

Fall/Halloween

Damian x Reader x Rhea

Soft and Reassuring

Single Mom Reader

Breeding Kink

Magic Mike! Damian

Creative Way To Tell Him You’re Pregnant

Spanish

Angsty Sex

PDA

Random Theme

Actress Reader who’s part of the cast of The Witcher

Winter Honeymoon

Cockwarming

Sleeping during sex

Michael Myers Kink - gone wrong lol

Hair

Valentine’s Day - Stripper Reader and AU!Bouncer

NSFW with Edge and Reader

FINN BÁLOR:

Demon King Edition

Biting Kink

“Submissive“ Demon King

Tickling

Shy Reader

Teasing

Sexting

Smutty/Fluff

Face Fucking

Voice Kink

Super Horny And Tries To Tease The Reader

Knife Play

Pregnancy Sex

Reader’s Reaction To His Promo on SmackDown Against Roman

Brat Taming (Prince Devitt)

Bálor and Tribal Chief Contest

Black Tongue

Ask Drabble

DD/LG

Dirty Talk w/ Demon King

ETHAN PAGE:

Enemies To Lovers

Smut

EDGE:

NSFW with Damian and Reader

JAY BRISCOE:

Brat taming

“Make her cum with your tongue, put her sleep with your dick“

DEXTER LUMIS:

NSFW

SFW

DREW MCINTYRE:

Breeding Kink

Claymore

Mafia Boss

RANDY ORTON:

NSFW

Mood Board HC

RHEA RIPLEY (F/F):

NSFW

SFW

Dirty Talk

When You Get Injured

Cooking

Angry Rhea/Teasing

BECKY LYNCH (F/F):

Celebrating after Summerslam

TOMMASO CIAMPA:

NSFW

SFW

Sub!Edition

DD/LG

Jealous

Sexting

Reader Calling Him Daddy For The First Time

Birthday Sex

Comforting When A Family Member Passes Away

Cozy/Comfort

Rough Sex

After winning the NXT title back

Halloween Smut

Angsty Sex

DARBY ALLIN:

Soft/SFW

Riding Him

Rough Sex

Possessive/Breeding Kink

Soft and NSFW

JON MOXLEY:

Plus Size Reader Fluff

Comforting After a Break Up

With A Stripper Reader

EDDIE KINGSTON:

NSFW

SFW

Dad!Edition (Baby Girl)

Dad!Edition (Baby Boy)

Dad! Edition (Teenage Girl)

Siblings w/ Mox

Uncle Edition

When A Woman Hit On You

When A Man Hit On You

Husband Edition

Pregnancy

Plus Size Reader

Jealous Reader

PDA

Comfort

Nurse Reader

Virgin Reader

General Kinks

Riding Him

Movie Date

His Reaction To When Someone Sees Your NSFW Videos

Comforting Him

Fighting And Making Up

Shy/Introvert Reader

Giving Head To Female Reader

The Reason Behind The Nickname “Fox”

Tooth Extraction

Sick Reader

Make up Sex

First Night In New Home

Pregnancy Sex

His Reaction To Your Celebrity Crush

Dirty Talk

Fingering

Cuddling

Dad!Part 2

ADAM PAGE:

Student x Teacher

Dirty Talk

Jealousy

Angsty Sex

Sneaky Sex

Spoiling

Cockwarming

Professor Hangman - Blowjob

Professor Hangman - Jealous

Professor Hangman - Jealous 2

CHUCK TAYLOR:

NSFW

SFW

BARON CORBIN:

Reader With Panic Attack

NSFW

THE SHIELD:

Predator and Prey

Roommates NSFW/SFW

MATT JACKSON:

Brat Taming

How he treats a sensitive Sub

Flirting with The Elite in front of him

“Where Do You Think You’re Going?“

Random Prompt

With Plus Size Reader

Feral Matt

Sexual Punishments

Needy Matt

Cocky

Vampire!Matt

Poppy

Vampire!Matt 2

NICK JACKSON:

Plus Size Reader

Jealousy/slight smut

Sexual Punishments

Enemies To Lovers

Poppy

KENNY OMEGA:

Reader Caught Masturbating

Virgin Brat

WARDLOW:

Male Reader

Pet Name

Professor!Wardlow

OnlyFans

Finding Out That You’re Pregnant

Celebration after winning a championship

Celebration after winning a championship pt.2

CASH WHEELER

Pregnancy

ELIAS SAMSON:

Blindfolded NSFW

Jealous Elias In The Club

CODY RHODES:

Office Edition

TRIPLE H:

SFW/NSFW

Breeding Kink

COLT COBANA:

SFW/NSFW

SHEAMUS:

NSFW/SFW

JOHNNY GARGANO:

NSFW

MJF:

NSFW

Shower Sex

Soft for his SO

PETE DUNNE:

Agressive Make Out

Con Non-Con

MUSTAFA ALI:

Single Mother Reader

SETH ROLLINS:

Kidnapping

AUSTIN GUNN:

Smut

Fluff

JUNGLE BOY:

Smut

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

DD/LG

Jeans

Hate Fuck

SAMMY GUEVERA:

Photo Prompt

Sammy x Reader x Ethan

Sammy x Alan 5 Angels x Reader

JEFF HARDY:

Fluff/Smut

POLYAMOROUS:

Johnny Gargano/Tommaso Ciampa/Reader

Jon Moxley/Eddie Kingston/Reader

Matt Jackson/Nick Jackson/Reader

EXCEPTIONS (SPECIAL REQUESTS):

Kane NSFW (to ava-valerie)

Undertaker DD/LG (to ava-valerie)

#masterlist #roman reigns #damian priest #eddie kingston #jon moxley #darby allin #tommaso ciampa #rhea ripley #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #masochist writes #masochist headcanons

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jordanswwe · 2 years

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Unsavory Dealings (part 2)

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif i’m not too good at these, but you should make a part 2 since you’re the og 👽

i’m not too sure on the word count so i apologize in advanced! also this was inspired by someone else’s story and they never made a part 2 so i decided i would make an inspired part 2 because in my opinion this story left on a cliffhanger ahahaha.

“shhh,” dexter soothes. “you see how he’s not texting anymore? that means he’s on his way over. he wants to rescue you.”

his grip coils tighter around you, like a snake on its prey.

“don’t cry. we’re going to see what roderick is willing to do to for you. everything will be alright.”

as you continue to cry hoping for help you hear a knock at the door. “come in” dexter laughs. as the door opens it’s known other than roderick strong.

“please, let her go” he says with concern all over his face. you could tell by the way he said it that y/n meant the absolute world to him.

“first look at the files” dexter says laughing. roderick was shocked when he saw all of the videos dexter had of them together. the one in her room and the one by the janitorial closet. he was utterly shocked.

“please just let her go. i love her.” roderick says on the verge of tears. y/n looks at him shocked because she didn’t know that he had felt the same way she did.

“i love you too roderick” she says smiling. “okay mr strong. if you love her so much then i am going to send these files to marina.” dexter said laughing.

“do it” roderick insisted. “me and marina were a lost cause anyways, so go ahead and do it.” y/n means so much to. i’m not gonna let her suffer over a decision i made. the decision that made me start to catch feelings for her.” he said stern.

dexter threw y/n at roderick and then took a photo of them and then drop boxed it to marina along with the other photos and videos he had taken of them together.

“this isn’t over” dexter said laughing as he left closing the door behind him. as soon as the door closed shut roderick couldn’t help but examine y/n to make sure she was okay.

“i am so sorry y/n. this is my fault, i should’ve told marina about us and this would’ve never happened.” roderick says with a sorrow voice.

“this isn’t your fault love. he would’ve done this either way. you can’t blame yourself for his actions.” she said trailing off to sit on the couch. then began back up. “hey did you mean what you said?”

she said with a questioned voice. “about loving me” she said with a softer voice as she looked down.

roderick took his finger and placed it on her chin lifting it up so he could see her in her eyes. “i meant every word baby.”

caught up in the heat of the moment y/n took her hand and placed it behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. things started to escalated pretty quickly.

as roderick placed y/n on his lap. y/n began to straddle him. small moans left their bodies. they were deeply in love. y/n took off roderick’s shirt and placed her hand on his firm chest and said “i love you so much thank you for saving me today. it means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

roderick began up “i love you—“ then got caught off guard by y/n as she placed her lips on his passionately.

THE NEXT DAY

roderick had decided to crash at y/n place so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe from dexter. as roderick looked at his phone he saw all of the texts from the undisputed boys. as he scrolled through his notifications he then saw the one from marina.

sure roderick felt somewhat bad for what he did to her, but marina was never considerate about roderick’s feelings and always pushed roderick away when he tried to help her. it got to the point where the undisputed boys didn’t like marina.

roderick called marina and told them it was over. he then called the undisputed boys and told them to go to the house and take all of his belongings and move it into their apartment they had for their team. so they did.

roderick then went to meet up with the boys to explain to them what had happened. “you what?“ bobby said shockingly. “at least you aren’t with marina anymore.” kyle spits out.

“yeah” adam says confidently. “she was a negative influence on you and i could tell whatever you guys had when you first got together wasn’t there anymore.”

bobby than spoke up, “plus i could tell you’ve always had something for y/n. the way you look at her- friends wouldn’t look at each other in that way.” adam started up “y/n seems like she really cares for you and as long as she is treating you right then we won’t have an issue with her.”

roderick smiled and said “thank you guys so much for understanding this situation. y/n means so much to me and the other day when dexter had her as bait. my heart dropped. i really thought i was going to loose her.”

roderick then begins to grow a tear in his right eye and then wipes it away quickly. “well she can move into our group apartment so she’ll be safe” kyle suggets. so that’s exactly what she did.

AT THE ARENA

y/n is working out backstage and doing her upper body routine so she can prepare for her match tonight when out of no where dexter pulls her into an abandoned hallway. “let me go” y/n pleaded.

dexter shoved her into a room and closes the door and locks it. “nobody will be able to hear your screams from here sweetheart.” he laughs. “you’re all mine now.” he says in a creepy way. y/n had never felt so vulnerable in her life.

dexter than takes off his shirt and gets on top you. “roderick won’t be able to save you this time” he says laughing creepily this time.

BACKSTAGE

“has anyone seen y/n” roderick asked. y/n and him were set to have a mixed tag match against nikki cross and killian dain.

y/n had promised to meet him backstage so they could start their team building exercise. roderick texts the boys to meet up at his location so they could talk about where they think she would’ve gone.

as soon as the boys met up they automatically assumed the worst. “what if he has her” roderick says in distress. “then we’ll find her. we won’t let him hurt her.” bobby says.

all of the boys scattered and began their quest looking for y/n.

THE ABANDONED ROOM

y/n got to her feet “please dexter. let me go.” she says sobbing. “shut up” dexter says as he slaps her making her fall back to the ground.

dexter then finds a chair and leans it against the wall and placed y/n on it and he tied her hands behind her back and tied her feet together so she couldn’t escape. dexter then hovers over y/n and puts his mouth to her ear.

“if you make one sound. then this will go over your mouth” he said gesturing at the tape her hand in his hand. he then laughs creepily in her ear and then kisses it. he then backs up to take photos of y/n then drop boxed it to the undisputed era.

“they won’t find you this time.” he says laughing. y/n doesn’t know what came over her but she yelled “help! help!” in a frightening voice. after she did that, dexter sprints to her and tapes her mouth harshly and roughly.

he then hovers over her again and said “what’d i tell you.” then licked the side of her face. “YOUR MINE” he yells. not knowing the undisputed era boys were close by.

they all went to the door and managed to get the locked door open. as soon as the door opened and roderick saw dexter hovered over y/n it’s like a flip switched inside of him. he started attacking dexter and pounding him to the floor like a lunatic. y/n found it hot that he would go to those measures to rescue her.

the other boys began to help roderick fight dexter and as soon as that was over roderick ran over to y/n.

“oh my- baby are you okay? y/n are you okay my love” roderick repeated a few times. roderick untied and untaped her. y/n began to cry into her boyfriends arms.

“y/n i’m so sorry. i promise i will never let anything like this happen to you ever again.” roderick picks up y/n bridal style and walks over to the door with his boys.

as soon as they get back to the apartment roderick placed y/n on their bed and began to comfort her more.

“i’m okay now roderick” she says trying to hold back a few tears. “i’m so dumb. i should’ve known he was going to come for you again. he knows your my weakness. he knows i’m in love with you” he said. he then realizes the confession he just made.

they’ve told each other that they have loved each other but they never said the words “i’m in love with you” out loud. caught off guard y/n begins kiss roderick like nobody’s watching and this time nobody was. they never heard from dexter again.

a few days later y/n and roderick went sight seeing and out of no where roderick proposed to her. never before in her life has she seen something so beautiful.

“y/n. we’ve been through so much together and you’ve been by my side each step of the way. whether you were my bestfriend, my secret lover, my girlfriend, and even through the whole dexter situation you never left. i’m so in love with you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. nobody has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. when i’m around you all i feel is happiness and you’re all i can think about. your touch confronts me. your voice soothes me. i couldn’t imagine my life without you he said. will you marry me. you’re my everything.” he said.

“omg yes” she squealed as roderick placed the ring on her finger. roderick got up from his knee and kissed y/n. as soon as the undisputed boys found out they threw a party for their bestfriends.

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thank you so much for the people who read my version of a part 2 of this fanfic. i’m not really good at these but i REALLY hope you guys enjoyed it!!🦋

#rodrick strong imagine #dexter lumis imagine #nxt imagine #undisputed era imagine #nxt fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #undisputed era fanfiction #roderick strong x reader

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regalityandcoffee · 2 years

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I'm also on wattpad! My usmername is coffeeandregret!

Note: I try to keep descriptions as vague as possible in my fics so anyone of any race can read them! Unless specified Reader usually uses she/her pronouns

𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓯-𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓡𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓞𝓱 𝓜𝔂!

A big list of video links

Directory of my OCs

Nxt History lesson: Who Attacked Aleister Black?

Nxt History Lesson: The Legacy of NXT GM William Regal

A Long Rambling About The Nexus Invasion

Why Bryan Danielson Deserves Better

♡Jade Prescott AU Masterlist♡(cause she's my favorite OC so I'm giving her her own section)

I dont take request, it's stresses me out. Again,I try to keep descriptions as vague as possible in my fics so anyone of any race can read them! But kewp in mind this blog is ran by a black women so if a reader is written with poc traits in mind then oh well lmao. Unless specified Reader usually uses she/her pronouns.

When it comes to wrestling fics I only write/reblog stories set in AUs or kayfabe. Using wrestlers' real names or real life experiences make me uncomfortable!!!!

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𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓵

𝕵𝖔𝖓 𝕸𝖔𝖝𝖑𝖊𝖞

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𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮

𝕱𝖎𝖈𝖘

Red Light Special (Robbie Brookside x Reader, 18+)

A Pleasent Visit (William Regal x Reader x Robbie Brookside)

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𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖓 𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖗

Flesh for Fantasy (18+) (Incubus!Finn Bálor x Reader)

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𝕯𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖘

Dexter Lumis nsfw Headcanons

Possessive! Dexter Lumis x Reader Headcanons

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Sharing Claudio Castagnoli x Reader x Eddie Kingston (18+)

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Nsfw and sfw Claudio Castagnoli Headcanons

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𝔼𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟

Sharing (Claudio Castagnoli x Reader x Eddie Kingston) (18+)

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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖄𝖚𝖙𝖆

Unwind (Wheeler Yuta x Reader, 18+)

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(Dividers by @saradika, @mykento, and @cafekitsune! You're all so talented omg)

#masterlist #william regal #finn balór #jon moxley #bret hart #charlie dempsey #die familie #dexter lumis #wheeler yuta #teoman #rohan raja #x reader #x black reader #x oc #robbie brookside #bryan danielson #jade prescott au #claudio castagnoli #eddie kingston

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peachmango-kombucha · 3 years

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Y’all got any Dexter Lumis x Indi Hartwell fics?

#i don’t watch NXT but I find them mad cute together #dexter lumis #indi hartwell #NXT #wwe

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theworldofotps · 3 years

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Silent Stranger (Part 1)

Pairing: Dexter Lumis x Reader Word Count: 2,377 Description: New to NXT, Y/n makes some new friends who warn her to stay away from one of their coworkers. Misunderstood and silent Dexter can’t help but admire the new woman at work.

Part 2

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Dedicated to the sweet anon who said they would like to read some Dexter fics in the future. And I had been planning to but never had an idea, my sweet friend Rachael gave me this idea which I love. Anon I really hope you like this, and thank you so much @new-zealand-chic for all your help. Xx

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“Glad you could finally join us Y/n we’ve heard some amazing things from the PC about you, I truly hope you enjoy working here with us at NXT.”

“Thank you so much Hunter I really appreciate it, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

I smile shaking his hand, standing I pull my bag over my shoulder following behind him as he leads the way from his office.

“I’ve already gone ahead and asked Shotzi to show you around just until you learn the ropes and know where everything this. She was thrilled to be the welcome committee, any questions you have just go ahead and ask her.”

“Thank you that takes away some of the nervousness I had.”

Following Hunter, down a few halls, we come to the back area where a few superstars were sat at tables doing their own thing or eating.

“Hey Shotzi come here for a moment please.”

I watch as an energetic woman comes over quickly her green hair standing out brightly, at least I wouldn’t lose or mistake her for someone else.

“What’s up boss?”

“This is Y/n, she’s the new superstar I was talking to you about the other day.”

“Of course the one I’m showing the ropes to, it’s so nice to meet you I hope that you enjoy working with us here.”

“Thank you, it’s nice to met you too I really appreciate you helping me.”

“You’re welcome, it’s no trouble at all I know how hard it can be when you first get here and who better to befriend on your first day than me?”

Shotzi laughs and lets out a little howl then hooks her arm with mine quickly leading me away from Hunter who chuckles waving. Walking around Shotzi points out a bunch of different areas and even introduces me to a few of the other wrestlers sitting or walking around.

“What do you think so far?”

“It’s great better than I ever dreamed it could be I’m honestly so excited that this is going to be my life.”

Smiling as we sit at a table with some bottles of water and a bag of chips to share I look around watching everyone.

“Is this everyone?”

“No way, there are some in other parts of the building working out and some didn’t come in today. But you’ll see most of them on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.”

“Okay got it.”

I say eating a few of my chips as nervous as I was to be finally here I was more excited and hoped to befriend some of my coworkers.

“Once you’ve finished eating we can head over to one of the practice gyms and do some work to practice for whatever match you end up having first for your debut.”

“Sounds good to me I’m more than ready to get started.”

Shotzi smiles at me patting my back as we make small talk finishing our snack then heading off to find a ring to work out in. ~~~~~~~ Dexter walks quietly down the hallway he had just finished a match and gotten a shower. Since he wasn't needed for anything else tonight he was going home. Adjusting his duffel bag on his shoulder, he gets halfway through the center before feeling a smaller body crash into his from behind. Thinking it was someone doing an unexpected promo he quickly turns around stopping when he sees the new woman that joined NXT a few weeks ago.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to run into you. I'm trying to hide from my friend and wasn’t watching where I was going.”

She says and gives him an apologetic smile, Dexter offers his hand helping the woman up off the floor looking her over to be sure she wasn’t hurt then gives an incline of his head. She was trying to keep her balance as she adjusted her shoe. Hearing someone call her name he turns and leaves continuing on his way to the parking lot. Not noticing the woman left standing behind, staring after him. Getting into his car he starts it pulling out of the lot and driving back home.

That was the first time he had seen her face to face, the last few weeks she was at Full Sail he had taken a genuine interest in her. He had learned a little about her having overheard conversations with their coworkers while he was eating lunch. He honestly was kind of hoping to run into her sooner or later and found himself wanting to befriend the woman. He just wasn't sure how to go about it, maybe it was just best for him to be silent and wait. It was what he did best and he really didn't want to let people know he was curious about her.

The drive from Full Sail to his house was filled with a little music playing on the radio. Other than that his mind was just wondering, he couldn't help but smile when he moved and the faint scent of your perfume hit his nose. You hadn't even touched him for that long. Parking in the garage once home he goes inside. Dexter was more than ready to sleep; he just needed to brush his teeth and change into pajamas. Stepping into his bedroom Dexter begins stripping crawling into bed once he is changed and settled. He was excited to go back to work to see you.

~~~~~~~~~ Looking up from my book I smile seeing Finn walk into my room carrying a small vase full of flowers.

"Y/n delivery."

"Hey Finn, wow those are beautiful where did they come from?"

"I don't know I was coming to see if you wanted to grab lunch with Shotzi and I. They were sitting on the floor outside your door and there is a card that says. 'Hope you enjoy these flowers, they pale in comparison to you.'"

“Awe that’s so sweet.”

Standing I took the flowers, smelling them then reading the card, it was typed out so I wasn’t able to find out from handwriting who sent them.

“I wonder why they didn’t sign their name.”

“Well if you ask me I think you have an admirer.”

“Oh come on Finn I haven’t even been here that long how could someone admire me?”

Setting the flowers on my small table I read over the card once more as he sighs dramatically and sits down next to me.”

“Because you’re an awesome person who just seems to draw people in even when you don’t mean to. I know you don’t feel like you’re good at making friends but people just can’t help but want to be around you.”

“If you hadn’t trained me at the PC would you have felt that way when I came here?”

“Probably then again I don’t know, being the champ makes me busy so it’s a probability but I’m sure we would have become friends quickly anyway.”

“Awe that’s sweet of you.”

Pinching his cheek lightly I laugh as he swats my hand away standing back up and stretching.

“You wanna go get some lunch?”

“Yes I’m hungry.”

Standing I grab my phone pocketing it and following Finn from the room shutting the door behind me, placing my arm through his grinning.

”Lead the way Prinxey.”

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Dexter watches from the shadows as Finn picked the flowers up that he had left for y/n, he really hoped that you liked them. Waiting until you left he walked over with a small gift box full of a few things for a self care day. Opening the door a crack he slides the gift in, he didn’t want to invade your privacy by going all the way in. And he was thankful you hadn’t remembered to lock the door before you left. Closing your door gently Dexter quickly leaves just to keep anyone from spotting him. Going back to his room he sits down to start on a drawing he was doing for you.

For the next month Dexter left you small gifts, drawings and notes just something to make you smile. Nobody could tell you who it was doing this all and he couldn’t believe his luck that you hadn’t found out it was him yet. You two still had no communication apart from the night you ran into him. He was good at staying hidden and to be honest he was nervous about how you’d react. It wasn’t any secret that a lot of people thought he was weird and even a bit scary. But the few people he had managed to befriend they all stayed out of each other's intimate relationships. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to go changing that now. ~~~~~~

"I can't for the life of me figure out who's been sending these gifts."

"Have you gotten any new ones lately?"

Looking across the table at Johnny whose wife I was currently feuding with, I nod my head. Reaching into my bag I pull out the most recent picture. Handing it to him I watch as he looks it over then shows it to the guy beside him.

"I can almost guarantee you that it's Lumis, he's the only person around here I've seen that draws like this."

Johnny says and hands the picture back with a chuckle.

"Which one is he?"

I ask as if I didn't already know, I had been paying attention to Lumis since that night I ran into him. There was just something about his presence that made me want to know more about him.

"He's that really tall guy kind of blonde colored hair, mustache and muscles he wears those leather gloves when he wrestles."

Johnny says and then points towards the door over my shoulder.

"That one right there, aye Dexter! Are you the one sending these weird pictures to Y/n?"

"Like you'd actually stand a chance?"

The guy sitting with Johnny laughs loudly, frowning I watch as Dexter stops in his tracks staring at our table. He quickly turned away leaving the catering area.

"Why would you do that?"

"Oh come on y/n don't worry or waste your time on Lumis he's a freak that's why he stays to himself."

Johnny listens to his friend before turning his attention back towards me.

"You'd do your best to stay away from him y/n honestly."

"I think that should be my choice to make and right now I'm going after him. I suggest you two find something else to do then be awful to someone who just doesn't wanna talk to people."

Grabbing my things I quickly leave the catering area looking down the hallways. I had no idea where Dexter had gone or even what room he stayed in. Pulling my phone out I text Finn.

Y/n🎶⭐: Do you know where Dexter's room is?

Hitting send I begin walking around if Finn couldn't help me I may have to find a staff member who could.

Finn😈👑: It's one hall down from mine left turn

Finn😈👑: Why?

Y/n🎶⭐: Cause Johnny thinks he's the one that's been sending me the pictures and gifts and they called him out on it and I think they made him feel bad

Y/n🎶⭐: So I wanna talk to him

Finn😈👑: Dexter doesn't really talk to anyone here except for the few people that he's friends with

Y/n🎶⭐: It's worth a shot

Finn😈👑: Just be careful and if you need anything let me know

Y/n🎶⭐: I know thanks Finn

Pocketing my phone I make my way down the hallways heading for Finn's room. Once past it I go down turning left. I look at the doors, not all the superstars had their own changing rooms but Dexter's was one of the only few back here. Taking a deep breath I knock on the door then step back to wait and see if he opened the door.

"Hi Dexter."

I wave after he opens the door.

"Can I come in please?"

Dexter steps out of the way after a moment of hesitation, stepping inside I walk a little farther in his room and look around. He motions to the couch, smiling at him I sit down fiddling with my fingers in my lap.

"We haven't formally met apart from me running into you, I'm Y/n. I wanted to come and apologize for how Johnny and whatever his friend's name treated you. I didn't think showing him the picture would cause that, I was just hoping he could help me figure who sent it."

Pulling out the picture I place it on the small coffee table between us.

"Did you do this? Are you the one who's been giving me the flowers, little gifts and drawings."

Watching Dexter rub a hand against his neck then nods his head, smiling at his gaze darting around the room I place it back in my bag.

"I want to thank you for everything. It was really sweet of you. You don't have to be embarrassed about it either if you were, I'm actually quite flattered."

I explained looking around the room, he hadn't said anything yet and I wasn't sure what else to really say.

"I know you don't really say much but maybe would you like to exchange numbers? I think we could be really good friends, and it would be easier for you."

Dexter nods and grabs his phone, swapping we put our names in and I hand it back.

"Well I guess that I better go, I have a practice match coming up and I don't wanna miss out. Thank you again."

Standing I walk to the door Dexter holding it open for me, stepping out I turn giving his hand a light squeeze then quickly making my way back towards my room. I felt really good about how it went and I hoped we could be friends. Stopping at my door when my phone goes off I pull it out smiling.

D. Lumis👁️👁️: Would you like to go get coffee or something sometime? Maybe Wednesday morning?

Y/n💮: I would love to😊

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Pairing: Dexter Lumis x Indi Hartwell

Warnings: Nothing explicit

Word Count: 18,295 - 8 chapters

Summary: A few days after Indi discovers a heartbroken Dexter's grief-stricken artwork, the roster spend a few days training in Atlanta where Candice tries to help Indi get over Dexter, but fate has other plans.

Author notes: So this one’s a bit different heh. First person from Indi’s POV. It’s still got all the, shall we say, intensity and angst and internal conflict cuz I love that stuff lol. It’s a slow burn with payoff so read to the end😉🖤

Candice was right. Johnny was right. Austin was right. I had hurt him, I knew he didn’t love me anymore, and I needed, for his sanity as much as mine, to let him go. I had decided, made a promise to myself and to my family to get over him. To refocus on the titles, to getting back on top of my game. No more distractions...right?

Chapter 1: Broken Hearts

It was the end of May and the roster were staying in Atlanta for a few days for some training. There were workshops throughout the day on things like health and safety or PR training or something. I’m sure I didn’t learn anything over those two days because whenever I started to pay attention to someone speaking or set my mind on a task, my mind would drift and eventually it would always end up settling on him. I guess it was like when you’re trying not to think of something; the harder you try, the more you think of it.

We were split into groups, and luckily myself and my family stayed together. I remember the very second that they released the team sheets, my eyes frantically scanned through the list of names looking only for his. I found it lurking in a different group from mine. That groups’ training was in a completely different building at the far end of town. But that didn’t mean I didn’t instantly look for his face in every room I entered, every day we were there. Unsurprisingly our paths hadn’t crossed all weekend.

Myself and Candice were staying in one hotel room, with the boys in an adjoining one next door. I think Candice liked the excuse of being able to have girl time with me and anyway, it saved me from Austin’s snoring. We had a big room on the top floor of the building with two huge floor length windows overlooking the city. Candice complained that when it rained, the sound of water beating the glass kept her awake, but lately I welcomed any noise or distraction.

I spent too much time replaying what had happened a couple of weeks ago in the spa in my head over and over. I called Dexter a loser, I said some awful things I couldn't take back. I didn't even mean it. I thought he had bought flowers for the other girls, I thought he was some sort of love rat...but I got it so wrong. I had no idea he was standing right there and had heard everything. And then I found all of his grief stricken drawings plastered all over the walls of that room and I realised...but it was just too late. I wish he hadn't been there. I wish he had never heard those things. I just wish things had turned out differently. Actually I wished a lot of things.

I’d made a habit, in the last couple of days when we weren’t doing any training, of barricading myself alone in my hotel room listening relentlessly to 80s power ballads on my ipod. I’d sit curled up in the armchair in the corner by the window, staring blankly into my phone waiting for absent messages. I’d turn the volume all the way up in a futile attempt to drown out my thoughts, but it rarely worked. And while the musical distraction helped a little, there was only so much heart mending that Bonnie Tyler could do.

Candice didn’t understand it of course, and went on at me for moping about listening to sad songs all day. By the second day, she’d truly had enough and had literally confiscated my ipod and earphones. It didn’t take me long to figure out where she had hidden them - there were only so many places in a hotel room they could be. As soon as she had left earlier for dinner with the others, I had dug them out to indulge in my preferred activity. I made sure that I had one of the earphones propped up on the shell of my ear leaving a small space so I could listen out for her coming back.

I hadn’t left with the others earlier when they had gone to the restaurant downstairs for dinner. I wasn’t hungry. My appetite fluctuated so much lately. One moment I would be too depressed to eat, the next I would stuff myself out of self pity. I don’t think I’d actually eaten since breakfast today. If my body needed food, I couldn’t tell. It seemed hard to be able to focus on anything long enough to feel anything lately except for this pain in my chest. Sometimes it felt so raw and real like it was physical. I’d asked Candice if a person really could die from a broken heart and it only spurned another lecture from her about my dramatics. But it really did feel like that. I felt like Dexter did in that drawing he made of the both of us with the bloody knife stuck through his chest.

That drawing…

I kept a few of them - one of each - Candice didn’t know. I kept them safe in between the pages of a glossy magazine hidden under my bed. I pulled them out and looked at them sometimes when Candice was out or asleep. I don’t know why. It was like I wanted to hurt more, like I should. A knife through the chest is exactly what it felt like when I first found that drawing in his - as Beth described it - ‘cave of sadness’. Or the other one that he drew where I’ve ripped his heart out and I’m walking away with it while he falls buckling to the ground. That's what he thought of me. That's what I did to him. Knowing that's what he felt like killed me through and through.

That’s what it felt like now. I didn’t know heartbreak actually physically felt like your heart breaking, I thought it was just an expression. God I just hurt him so so much. It pains me more knowing how much I hurt him. I wish more than anything that I could take away his pain, way more than I give a damn about my own. That alone proves it’s love.

I feel like I’ve betrayed Candice by thinking that, in a way. She always taught me to be ruthless, and to look after myself and my family first. We’re champions right now because of that. She and the others took me under their wing when nobody else did. I am on top of my game right now because of her, I owe her everything. I know I should be happy...I just wish….

I wish I didn’t love him! I wish we didn’t go on that stupid spa day. I wish Candice had used a different credit card. I wish I never found out about the flowers, I wish I never found his drawings, I wish I had never met him and that his whole thing had never happened…

No I don’t.

I don’t wish that one.

I just...

If I didn’t go on that stupid spa day...I would have carried on believing that Dexter was some sort of love rat, that he never loved me. Yes it hurt like hell, but Candice was helping me get over him and it would have worked eventually, I swear. I didn’t even need to know that he still felt any sort of way about me at all. I would have gotten over him and these feelings for him and this...what started out as a stupid stupid obsession that led me here in the first place, but god damn!

Fate wasn’t so generous that day. I went to the spa, the card got declined and I found out about those stupid flowers. I’ve even tried to convince myself so many times that what I felt wasn’t love. I listened to what everybody else told me - it was just lust, an infatuation, an obsession or just some innocent stupid crush. I haven’t felt so childishly lovesick since...well, ever.

I thought I was getting over him...and then I found out that he still loves me and….I’ve never felt anything like it. It was pure ecstasy and relief mixed with this absolute, honest, undeniable and unmistakable love for him that I’d tried to bury so so deep. Something that I’d tried to pretend wasn’t there. Hoping if I could ignore it long enough, that it would just fade away on its own.

That’s why I said those things - that I thought he was a loser, that all he does is stare at me and that Candice was right about him - to try and convince myself. As though if I said it out loud that made it true. As if to gloss over everything, to try and convince my brain in the same way that those positive affirmations work - you say something enough times and it sticks right? Well I said those words only once and I didn’t mean a single word of it. As soon as those words left my lips, I knew I was lying to myself. It hurt me to say them. I thought the pain was just part of the process. I just had to keep saying it and I’d get over it, right? But they weren’t even my words, it was something Candice had kept saying to me over and over. Something she’d said no less than an hour before in the car on the way. I was just repeating it, I was just telling her, and my brain that I believed it too, trying to deceive myself into thinking those were my words, my thoughts and that I meant them.

Of course I didn’t mean any of it. Not even a little bit.

I’ve told him this. Over and over. I’ve messaged him on instagram, on twitter, I’ve texted him multiple times. I’ve looked everywhere for him, I’ve scoured the hallways, the gyms, every building he might possibly be in - I’ve even been in the men’s restroom which Kyle was not too happy about when I caught him mid-pee- and yet he hasn’t replied to a single one. I don’t think he’s even read any of them. I’d stare at the screen waiting for those little blue ticks to show up but they never did. I hadn’t seen him for over a fortnight, but it felt longer. I was beginning to forget what his face looked like. What his eyes looked like.

Those ice blue eyes.

The last time he messaged, he posted that drawing of me calling him a loser and a knife in his chest on his insta with a broken heart emoji. I replied with a sad face and that was the last time we had any sort of interaction. Perhaps I should have said more. Perhaps then, when I knew I had his attention, I should have poured out everything publicly, I wouldn’t have cared who read it, I should have just told him something. That I didn’t mean it, that I was sorry, to come find me….just something. I didn’t know what else to say, didn’t know how to make it better. So I just replied with a sad face emoji and that was it. I didn’t know at the time that that would be the last time we would speak.

Speak. Hah. There was another thing everyone kept throwing in my face. He’s a psychopath, he should be in jail, he doesn’t even speak Indi, how can you even communicate? Except we do. We can speak so eloquently without words and I think it’s a beautiful thing. His eyes were so loud sometimes but it seems like I’m the only one who can read them. Or maybe he only speaks to me. I didn’t need words anyway, love transcended words. Plus I’m fully aware that I can talk enough for the both of us.

It wasn’t lost on me that we were complete opposites. It had been pointed out to me on more than one occasion. He was a closed book, a silent mystery wrapped in an enigma, a brutal man who wore a cold and emotionless exterior. The rest of the world just assumed that that was who he was inside, but I never did. Not for a second. His drawings were evidence of his absolute depth of feeling, and at least now in some twisted way, everyone else could see what I could see from the beginning.

I was the opposite to that of course. I could do nothing but bare my soul for all to see. I walked around with my emotions painted in bright colours on my skin. My expressive face always got me into trouble with my mum when I was a child because I never could hide what I was feeling. I couldn’t lock myself up as easily as he did, however much I wanted to. I never could be the sexy mysterious woman that everyone wanted. I was the happy one, the funny one, the clumsy one, the loud one, the friend who was good for a laugh.

And everyone seemed to wonder, what does SHE see in HIM? How could SHE love someone like HIM? And I know, in his eyes I can see, Dexter is wondering the same thing. But nobody else seems to wonder how someone like him could love someone like me. And he does, he really really does love me. Maybe that’s the reason I kept looking at those drawings, however painful it is to see them again and again. Because it is evidence. It proves, in black and white, how much he really truly loves me.

Loved me.

The sound of the door handle jolted me out of my thoughts and back into reality. In a panic, I ripped the headphone from my head so violently I pulled out hairs from my tight ponytail. Wincing, I scrambled to gather up the wires and, with all the frenetic energy of someone holding a bomb, tossed my phone over my shoulder with such force, it clattered against the glass and dropped to the floor behind my chair. I flinched at the sound, but there was no time to worry about the state my phone was going to be in, as Candice was having trouble opening the door.

CHAPTER 2

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