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mayhemproduces · 1 year

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Eddie Kingston vs Prince Devitt- Chaos Cup Round 1

The bell rings and this match is officially underway. Kingston immediately charges at Devitt, forearm shot after forearm shot! Shotgun chops rapid fire into the corner! The referee got in between the two competitors separating them. This match is off to a hot start!

Eddie backed up towards the middle of the ring, gesturing to Devitt to “come get some” Devitt just held his jaw and stared down Kingston, totally composed. Devitt started to hastily walk towards Kingston, but he rolled out on the other side of the ring before that could take place, stalking and waiting for an opening to hit Devitt with a spear, but Devitt turned it around! Throwing Kingston into the steel stairs. Shoulder first as Eddie winced in pain. Devitt didn’t stop there, chucking him intothe ring with a cover.

ONE…… TWO…… KICKOUT BY KINGSTON!

Devitt transitioned to a side headlock and kept Eddie on the ground. Kingston managed to reach around and clock Devitt in the head with his good arm, disorienting him a little bit, allowing him to get more control, striking him a few more time, getting to a vertical base.

Devitt and Kingston, go to lock up, this time, more tentatively than before. The War King catching The Prince off guard by going past him and running the ropes. Devitt fell to the ground, Eddie quickly running over it and ducking Devitt’s leapfrog. Eddie Kingston bounces off the ropes and NAILS Eddie with a rolling elbow!

But before Eddie could capitalize, Devitt rolls out of the ring. Eddie thought to himself, before running the ropes and going to hit Devitt with a Lope Suicida, but Devitt stopped it, hitting him with an uppercut on the ropes, pushing him back into the ring and going for the cover.

ONE….. TWO…. KICKOUT BY KINGSTON!

It was barely a two count and Devitt knew to stay on the defensive. He walked towards the opposite ring and waiting for Kingston to get to his knees, before running, attempting to hit a sliding forearm but Kingston dodged! Grabbing the arm, jumping and dropping it on the top rope! He got back int the ring, Lumis grabbing his shoulder. Not giving Devitt any chance to check on his arm before wrenching the shoulder, Devitt got the ground and Kingston jumped and STOMPED on his shoulder blade!

Devitt let out a pained noise clutching their shoulder before being dragged to the center of the ring and getting Devitt in an Armbar. On the bad arm! Devitt frantically moved his legs to reach the ropes. Struggling to get to some sort of base, before slowly but surely crawling to the bottom rope, breaking the hold with his foot.

Kingston walked to the other side of the ring, taunting him in a ready stance. “C’mon PRINCE!” screaming as he slowly got a vertical base, clutching his shoulder. Devitt thinks about running but realized that it wouldn’t go over well. That decision was, again, enough for Kingston to dodge Devitt’s Rolling Forearm. and HIT him right in the side of the head with a Spinning Forearm of his own! Knocking Devitt back off his feet and into the corner of the ring. Eddie quickly runs to the opposite side of the ring, and then running towards Devitt and nailing him with a running stiff clothesline with the opposite arm!

Dexter falls forward onto the mat as Eddie goes for the cover

ONE…… TWO…… KICKOUT BY DEVITT!

Eddie rolls over and locks in a KNEEBAR. Devitt frantically fights and squirms to get to the ropes rather quickly before Kingston was able to really wrench in the knee, cause surely what would’ve been it!

Kingston, clinging onto the ropes, kicks Devitt square in the bad shoulder! Devitt stumbled, grabbing his arm. Kingston used this to his advantage as they grabbed Devitt’s neck and brought him down across his leg for a backbreaker! Kingston grabbed Devitt’ by the hair, leaning on one leg and hitting him with a SLAP across the face! Devitt rubs his cheek and smiles before returning the favor, with a much louder slap!

Kingston responded with an overhead chop to the chest, the sound that came from that chop was almost deafening! Devitt clutched his chest in pain as he responded with a series of right forearms across the face, gaining the advantage back before running the ropes with all this newfound adrenaline.

Devitt goes around Eddie and attempts to hit him with a suplex! But Kingston elbows out, firing elbow after elbow into The Prince’s face before following up with a knee to the stomach! Devitt falling down to a sitting position in the right corner. Eddie, running to Devitt and NAILING him with a forearm to the face

Eddie yanked Dexter in for a cover.

ONE…… TWO…… KICKOUT BY DEVITT!

Eddie looked visibly flustered, confused as to what to do next. So he mounted Lumis and started laying in right hands, a metaphorical fire being lit under the wrestler as he got off The Prince’s and headed for the top rope, managed to BLOCK Eddie’s flying forearm and hitting him with a DDT!

Devitt went for the cover!

ONE….. TWO…… THR— KICKOUT BY KINGSTON!

Devitt attempted to pick Kingston up! but Eddie fought out! So Eddie turned it around and picked Prince up for a quick snap suplex!

Eddie hooked the leg for the cover!

ONE….. TWO…… KICKOUT BY DEVITT!

Eddie quickly picks Devitt up and NAILS a beautiful backbreaker! Devitt squirms as Kingston once again goes for the cover.

ONE….. TWO……. KICKOUT BY DEVITT!

The Prince stays alive! Kingston was bordering on impressed and pissed off. rubbing his hands on his beard before locking Devitt in for ANOTHER leg lock

“This could do it!” Excalibur exclaimed on commentary and Devitt attempted to reach for the ropes. Realizing he was too far, he attempted to move his leg around, his good leg in an attempt to touch the bottom rope. Devitt fought and squirmed for what seemed like 20 seconds before finally getting back to the bottom rope.

The ref started administering the five count, and Kingston broke at 5, meaning that the ref had to tug on Kingston’s arm for him to break the hold. “Seems like the emotions are getting the better of Kingston here!” Lenny said as Eddie argued with the referee.

Devitt bounces off the ropes, nailing Eddie Kingston with a superkick to the back of shoulders, knocking Eddie towards the referee in the corner! Another shotgun dropkick sends Eddie into the corner and onto his back and the floor. Prince gets on the top rope and hits the Coup De Grace

Pinning him with a smile on his face

ONE……TWO…….THREE!

“Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of the match. Prince Devitt!”

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reviewfix · 2 years

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WWE RAW Coverage: Strowman Returns

Despite only four matches this week, more Dexter Lumis and the return of Braun Strowman made for a fun show. Matches: Fatal Four-Way For Shot at Unified Tag Team Titles: New Day: Kofi Kingston and Xavier Woods vs. Los Lotharios: Angel and Humberto vs. Alpha Academy: Chad Gable and Otis vs. Street Profits: Montez Ford and Angelo Dawkins: This was a fun one but it ended it a no-contest as Braun…

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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CONFESSION

Prompt: Y/N is having some trouble with Dexter’s new storyline, and he will have to use all of his tools to make her admit her feelings

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Dexter Lumis x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, dom x sub dynamic, brat taming (slightly), bondage (limb restriction), dirty talk (a shit ton), spanking (light), jealousy

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @moxgirl , @theworldofotps , @galens-mistress , @sassymox , @yungbludjazz360 and the lovely anon (who just like me) is a part of the “Thristy for Lumis” club 😈🤣

Notes: I wanted to “keep it light” with my first fic (hopefully first of many!) with this beautiful blonde man, so here we go. If you’d like to check out my other stories, you can find them on my Masterlist

Yes, I am a little jealous, ok? I’ll confess that to you, but to him? Never!

“Hey babe, I was thinking maybe we should-“ He stopped talking once he realized I was zoned out

“Y/N?” He asked, a little louder “Are you listening?”

“Yes” I spat

“Jeez, are you ok?”

“Peachy, just peachy” I mocked, applying the moisturizer on my skin, which was still damp from my shower

“You’re angry...and you’re angry at me, I presume” I could feel his blue eyes staring at me “What did I do? Did I say something? Do something? Or maybe, it was something I was supposed to do but didn’t?”

In the short amount of time since Dexter and Indi’s storyline started, it already irritated me deeply! I like Indi, she’s nice, funny, a good friend to me and a damn good actress! The way she convinced people that she was actually in love with Dexter was insane. Even I had a little trouble remembering that she isn’t.

But I’m...territorial, I don’t like people trying to get what’s ‘mine’ , so needless to say that the plot vs. reality is starting to get a little blurry for me (although it wasn’t for them)

I love Dexter, and I’m happy for him! I was also happy for Indi, but my brain was having a smidgen of trouble processing it.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Peanut...please talk to me?” He sweetly asked

I sighed “You’ve done nothing wrong, Dex. I’m just...it’s me ok? Don’t worry about it”

He sensed my insecurity and crawled to the very end of the mattress, kneeling when he reached the foot of it, staring at my still-standing figure.

Placing both of his hands on my hips, he trailed his nose up my neck and collarbone, saying

“You smell so fucking good” He tried to pull me towards the bed but I declined

“Dex, not right now” I took his hands off my hips and took two steps back

“Not right now?” He tilted his head to the side, in confusion, knowing I never decline to have sex with him “Something is wrong, what is it? What happened?”

“Nothing! I just...I’m not in the mood right now” I said

“You’re not in the mood?” He chuckled, in disbelief “Peanut, you’re ALWAYS in the mood! Fuck, even when I’m not in the mood you get me in the mood! So that excuse will not work for me. Tell me, what’s going on?”

“Dexter, please, not right now, ok? We’ll fuck as much as you want to later, just not now, damn it!” I said, angrily

“I’m not pushing you to talk because I want to fuck you, I’m pushing you to talk because there’s something on your mind, and instead of talking to me, your husband, like a grown woman would, you’re just pushing it to the side like a fucking teenager!” He grabbed my hands, asking “Don’t you trust me?”

I nodded, and he continued “So tell me what’s bothering you! I love you and I wanna help you! But I can’t do it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, peanut”

“I don’t want to say it, because it’s dumb” I murmured

“Baby” He cupped my cheek “If it’s bothering you, it’s not dumb. Tell me, what is it?”

A muffled and inaudible ‘I’m jealous’ left my lips

“I’m afraid you will have to say it a little louder” He cackled

“I wish that storyline with Indi would be over soon” I looked up at him, to find a smug smirk

“You’re jealous?” He asked

“No! I’m not jealous! I don’t get jealous!” I crossed my arms in front of my chest

“Yes, you are!” He teased “I like when you get jealous, that way I know you still have the hots for me” He tried to grab my waist

“Stop it!” I shoved him away “The reason I don’t like the storyline is because you always receive a script with too many lines to memorize and…” I trailed off

“Babe, my character doesn’t talk!” He laughed “You will have to find another excuse for your jealousy”

“Stop saying I’m fucking jealous” I pouted

“Come here, my lil peanut” He beckoned me

“No, I don’t want to”

“Y/N, I said, come.here” His eyes were turning into a cold shade of blue

“And I said, no!” I stomped my foot

Dexter quickly grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me towards him

“When I tell you to come here, you better come here, do you understand?” He asked, with an icy tone in his voice

When I didn’t respond, he tugged on my hair harder

“Yes, sir” I said, nonchalantly

“Oh, she’s bratty today, huh?” His other hand wrapped around my neck “I’m sure we can fix that, can’t we?”

Part of me was mad at him for teasing me because of my jealousy but the other part was getting slightly turned on with his attitude. So I decided to test the waters

“Let me go” I yanked his hand off my neck, but Dexter stared at me amused, as he kept his grip firmly on my hair

“You don’t want me to let you go, do you?” He teased

I huffed in response, which made him laugh loudly

“Of course you don’t! You want me to fuck the jealousy out of you, don’t you, baby?”

“I’m not jealous” I tried to wiggle away from him, but that only made him tug on my hair harder

“Y/N, if you wanted me to make the jealousy go away, you just had to ask nicely”

“I don’t want anything from you” I spat

“Na ah” He slapped my face lightly “Don’t you fucking talk to me like that!” He warned “Ask for it nicely, like a good girl” He teased

“Fuck off!” I tried to push him away, but he was faster

Dexter pulled me towards the mattress, I landed on it facing down and he quickly straddled my hips, securing both of my wrists behind my back with one of his hands

“Such a dirty mouth for a pretty girl” He chuckled, dragging his cloth covered bulge against my ass

“You look so cute when you’re all mad like this'' Dexter bit my shoulder and scraped his teeth against my neck “So my lil peanut is jealous, huh?” He cackled “You think Indi will steal me away from you? That’s why you’re so angry?” He took my hair away from my face, so he could look into my eyes

I stared deeply at him, with something in my gaze making his blue eyes soften

“Baby, neither Indi nor anyone else could take me away from you, you’re the woman of my dreams! I don’t want nor need any other woman in my life. The storyline is just that: a storyline, pure fiction. I like Indi the same way that you do, as a friend! She’s never tried to cross that line and if someday she or any other woman crosses it, I know what to do. I love you and I’m more than happy with our marriage. You’re my best friend, my lover, my wife, you take care of me, support me, you’re my everything! My intelligent, sexy, funny and gorgeous everything! Do you understand what I’m telling you, peanut?” He asked softly

“Yes, Dex. I understand” I smiled

“Good, now” His eyes began to get mischievous again “About that attitude...” He trailed off, reaching down to his sweatpants and undoing the drawstring

“I’m sorry for my behavior, sir” I said sheepishly, with my eyes glued to his hand

“Oh, what a drastic change!” He smirked “If I knew that at the mere thought of a dick inside of you, you would change into a good girl so quickly, I would’ve shoved it in you earlier”

Dragging my oversized t-shirt up, Dexter began to slide one finger through my wet folds

“Please, sir” I moaned “I’ll be a good girl, I promise you, just please give it to me” I whined

“Such a greedy little whore for cock, aren’t you?”

I nodded, but that didn’t suffice to him

“Say it! I wanna hear you begging for it, I want you to say the words”

“I’m a greedy little whore for cock, sir. Please, give me your cock, sir. I need it so bad...please, I’ll behave. Can I have it? Please, let me have it” I begged

Dex knelt in between my knees and placed himself on my entrance, sliding only the tip in before he stopped

“You need it? So get it, it’s all yours!” He slapped my ass “C’mon, take it”

I moved back towards his dick, as much as my restricted arms and position would let me, but I couldn’t slide him as deep as I wanted nor could I move as fast as I wished, which made me whine in frustration

“Awww, my poor peanut, what’s wrong? You can’t go as fast as you want to, can you?” He teased and I shook my head

“Do you want me to do it for you instead? Do you want sir to fuck you deep and hard?”

“Yes, sir. Please!”

I gasped loudly when he finally gave me what I was begging for...hard, fast, rough and so deep.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked

“Yes, thank you, sir”

The familiar burning was already starting to rise inside of me

“Are you gonna cum around my cock like a good little slut, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir” I said, breathlessly

“So what are you waiting for?” He chuckled in my ear, and that was the only confirmation I needed

Dexter slowed his pace as I came down from my high. Noticing he didn’t cum, I asked

“Why didn’t you cum?”

He slid out of me, released my wrists and turned me around, so I could face him

“Who said” He slid back in “I was done with you?” Smirking, he began to increase his pace bit by bit “I still need you to confess that you’re jealous” He winked

And I knew that this little game wouldn't finish until dawn..

Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

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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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letsgivethisonemoreshot · 3 years

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Take What You Need

Written for my best friend who has an obsession, which may or may not be my fault.

Word Count: 2,602

Warnings: Sexual situations

Summary: Things had been busy. It had been a while. And a co-worker offers you a little help getting the relief you've been seeking.

You walked through the halls of the performance center, swinging your arms absentmindedly. Stopping here and there to talk with people you passed. This place had really become your home over the last few months. You felt more comfortable in this building surrounded by the rings and work out equipment than anywhere else you had ever been. The group of people that you worked with almost daily became an extended family. You were all eager and hungry, willing to learn. And you hadn't come across someone yet who wasn't willing to help someone else out.

You hadn't been there long enough to be a "household name" yet, but you've made it to t.v. a few times. And were on all the NXT house shows and always got a great reception from the fans. Which also meant many road trips from city to city building your relationships with some people stronger. This journey that you were on has been nothing short of amazing so far. However, what was not amazing was the costume you were wearing. You wanted to get back to the locker room and get changed back into your regular clothes.

You had just finished up with a photo shoot. "Up and Coming NXT Talent is Scary Good". It was set to go up on the website mid-October. It showcased some amazing performers around the performance center. In the gym, posing in the ring. All in some sort of costume. Shotzi Blackheart was in her glory, running around in a skeleton jumpsuit with her poofy green hair bouncing behind her. You were dressed as a classic witch in short black dress with an outer layer of lace that looked like spider webs. You had some heeled black ankle boots with black and purple thigh high stockings. They tried to match the make-up with the costume with thick black eyeliner and smokey purple eyeshadow with a dash of glitter. You did talk them out of the lipstick though, saying that you thought it was just too much black and you needed some kind of contrast. You ended up getting them to try a deep wine red, which actually ended up accenting the purple in the tights perfectly. Secretly, you also just really loved that color. And of course you had the pointy black hat accented with black and purple glittery tulle. But you were just carrying it by your side now. It's not that you hated Halloween, it's just that you weren't quite ready for it in August. Besides, you were never really a short skirt and heels type of girl to begin with. You were much more comfortable in jeans and sneaker.

You had said goodbye to one of your best friends and watched as the excited skeleton skipped away down the hall. You were pretty sure she had actually been the first person they shot this morning, but it didn't look like she was going to be taking off her costume anytime soon. You turned the corner and had made it to the door of the women's locker room when you heard someone speak from behind you.

"They got you today too, huh?"

You turned around and saw Dexter Lumis standing behind you. Dressed in his black ring pants with the red ridges on the thighs, knees, and shins. No shirt, but matching red and black plastic looking apron, leaving his tattoos out in the open. He also exchanged his classes black gloves in for matching red ones toady.

"Yup," You replied to him, eyeing him up and down. "They didn't have you dress up?"

"They thought my normal ring gear was enough of a costume," He shrugged. "They said it looks like a serial killer or some haunted house butcher.

"Well they are definitely right. Creep."

He smirked. "And proud of it babe."

You rolled your eyes. On screen, Dexter was scary and unsettling. His face was also so stern, void of emotion. And he never spoke. But back stage he was the opposite. He was always making everyone around him laugh. But sometime his jokester ways got him into some trouble. There had been a few times the pranks he pulled made you want to smack him. But you thought you'd just end up hurting your hand more than him on his wall of muscle.

"Things are wrong with you," You said to him as you turned around, about to open the door.

"Aw, don't be such a witch."

You flipped him off behind your back, which just made him chuckle.

"When, where, and how hard sweetheart?"

"Dex," You groaned. "Go be disgusting somewhere else."

"From what you said earlier I'd think you'd rather I be disgusting here with you. But if you're sure…"

You quickly whipped around. "What are you talking about."

"I heard what you were saying to Mia earlier. About needing to get laid." He replied casually as he leaned against the wall across from the locker room. "Something about needing it hard and dirty I think."

"There wasn't anyone around when I was talking to Mia," You stated, ignoring what he actually said."

"I was in the hallway."

"What hallway? Wait, that dark one where they're storing all the chairs?"

"Yeah."

"Of course you were." You sighed as you ran your hand through your hair.

You thought the two of you were alone. Which is why you were venting to your friend. It had been a while since you had been with someone. You were single, and had been working out and training so hard lately you haven't really had time for dating or to meet anyone for that matter. Being with yourself at this point just wasn't enough anymore. It was starting to get boring. And it was starting to get to you. You had gone so long without any kind of touch you're the area between your legs would throb at the smallest thing. And had either of you noticed that there was someone else around, you certainly wouldn't have said any of that out loud. But, at least he wasn't there last night when you and Ember had a few drinks after practice and ended up rating all of the guys you worked with.

"Listen creep, I gotta go. I have some things I have to take care of."

"Yeah I bet you do. You know where to find me if you need any help."

"You know, I miss when you didn't talk much," You commented before disappearing into the locker room.

As soon as you closed the door you threw your hat to the side and leaned against the wall. Thankfully no one else was in there so you didn't have to explain your frustrated grunt at anyone. You really wished you hadn't run into Dexter right now of all people. Watching his large muscles flex as he talked was igniting the fire between your legs, going beyond the ache that you had been feeling all morning. And he always joked around and had somewhat of a flirty personality, so you weren't sure if his offer to help out was actually serious or not. On top of that, you couldn't believe that you cared enough to stand there and try to figure out his sincerity. Finding him and asking him wouldn't have been a smart idea, but your body didn't seem to care what your brain thought. Before you could even register you opened the door again. As you went to step out of the locker room, you saw Dexter still leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, next to the utility closet across the hall. His hair was perfect. His bright blue eyes watching her as if he never took the off the door to begin with.

"Going somewhere?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I uh, I need some air," You stuttered out.

"I bet you do. But that's not where you were going."

"And how would you know?" You asked him, slightly frustrated.

"Because you were on your way out anyway. You'd have just gotten changed and left."

He had a point. He was right. And you weren't quite sure how to reply to that. You tried to think of what you could say, but he reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you into the closet with him. It was dark and full of cleaning supplied. There was enough room for someone to get in and get what they needed, but he was so large he took up most of the space leaving it feeling cramped. Especially once he had shut the door. You flinched slightly as he pushed you up against the wooden door. He placed one hand on the wall by your head. As your eyes began to adjust in the dark you could make out his glowing eyes looking down at you. Your cheeks began to feel warm as he placed his other hand on your waist. You tried to move away, but hadn't noticed that when he pushed you into the door he had placed his leg in between yours making it difficult to shuffle away. Now that you realized it was there, you could almost swear he was flexing due to how rock hard his thigh felt under you.

"D, Dex," You stuttered. "What are you doing?"

Instead of verbally replying, he gripped your hip tighter and pulled you forward, dragging you across his thigh. Your breath hitched and your eyes closed as he slowly moved you back and forth, making sure your sensitive area was scraping across the raised fabric of his pants. You heard him whispering something about knowing that you'd be back. But you weren't paying attention to that now. You were paying more attention to how his decorative ring gear was hitting all the right spots between your legs. If angled just right your clit would brush against the material and make your head fall back against the door.

This shouldn't be happening right now. This was wrong in every way. He was your friend. Your co-worker. And you were at your place of business in some cleaning closet. Technically during working hours since you were both there for the photo shoot today. Sure, Dexter made jokes, everyone did. But no one actually means them. And sure as hell never acts on them. But somehow you were against the door of that closet riding the thigh of a guy you had never even talked to outside of your work setting.

Suddenly, his hand lifted from your hip and all motion stopped. An involuntary whine escaped your lips as your eyes snapped open. Dexter put his free hand against the wall on the other side of your head. You looked at him in confusion as his mustache curled up into a smirk.

"Don't be shy babe," He said in a husky voice. "Take what you need."

Any part of you that was reserved about what was happening had quickly disappeared. The throbbing between your legs had grown stronger since you stopped moving. And you missed the way his thigh forced your panties to roughly rub the lace between your lips in the most wonderful way. You began to move again, watching for his reaction. Making sure this wasn't part of some prank he was pulling on you. But he just braced himself against the wall and nodded. That was all you needed to pick up your pace and rub yourself faster across his leg. Your hands slid across his ink covered arms in a much more sensual way than they ever had before. All of the worry you had before about this feeling wrong and getting caught was not replaced with excitement. Humping the thigh of your co-worker at work like a sex deprived whore was hotter than you could have ever imagined. You looked up at him, biting your lower lip as he seemed to enjoy watching you. Maybe this was more of just a friendly favor, and more of a win-win scenario for him. You groaned as you dug your nails into his biceps as he flexed his leg muscles again underneath you.

He removed his right hand from the wall and clasped it lightly around your throat, reminding you to keep quiet. His smile and small growl said that he enjoyed the way that simple motion caused your eyes to roll back in your head. Your pace quickened even more as you felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter, like a pressure spring that was about ready to explode. Your breathing was more labored and shallow as you grabbed his arms tighter.

Without warning, Dexter backed up pulling you with him. You were about ready to curse at him for you being so close to that sweet release you craved and taking it away. But before you could he spun you around and pushed you forward towards the door again. Your elbows bent, forearms and palms landed flush against the door preventing you from slamming your face into it. You still didn't get a chance to ask your friend what he was doing because as soon as you hit the door his left hand clamped down over your mouth. He pulled your head back and buried his nose into your hair while his right hand was snaking it's way up your thigh and under your skirt before dipping into your underwear. The lace was peeled away and replaced with the smooth cool leather of his glove gliding between your folds. Spreading around the wetness more if that was even possible. It was definitely a contrast to what you previously felt, but was very welcome.

He held you close to him as he began rubbing circles around your clit. You were thankful he did because it wasn't long before the feeling of that made your knees buckle. Your nails scratched at the door in front of you and your moans were muffled by his gloved hand as he rubbed harder and faster. He was relentless, not giving any kind of break to the sensitive bud as your hips twitched. That knot in your stomach took no time at all to build back up again, exploding as he tried to silence your strangled cry.

He removed his hand from your mouth allowing you to try and catch your breath. You rested against the door as he removed his other hand from between your legs. You could see him out of the corner of your eye licking his glove clean from all of your juiced. You turned around, leaning your back against the door giving him a half smile as you came down from your high.

"Sorry babe, but I couldn't let you mess up my pants before I got the photos taken. Feel better?"

You nodded, unable to speak as your head was still sightly spinning.

"Good," He smiled. "Sorry to do this and run, but I'm late for the photo shoot. I gotta get there before they come looking for me."

You nodded and stepped aside allowing him space to open up the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned his head into your direction.

"If you ever need anymore help, you know where to find me."

He winked at you, then took off down the hallway. You rolled your eyes while smiling to yourself. Something about him could be the perfect amount of sexiness and sass. You stayed behind for a minute, straightening out your dress, giving some time between him leaving and you in case anyone had been around and saw him leaving before you snuck back across the hall to the locker room.

#dexter lumis #dexter lumis x reader #dexter lumis one shot #dexter lumis imagine #dexter lumis fanfic #wwe fanfiction

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wrestling-all-the-time · 3 years

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Painting the Sunrise

Pairing: Dexter Lumis x Abigail Borden (OC)

Flufftober Day 5: Watching the Sunrise

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 254

Prompt From: @flufftober2021

I woke up to my boyfriend, Dexter, shaking me. I glanced over at the cloak and saw that it was only six in the morning.

"Go back to sleep," I said.

"Get up," Dexter said before pulling the blanket off of me.

"No," I whined.

"Come on, I want to show you something," Dexter said.

"It better be good," I said as I got out of bed.

He took my hand and pulled me toward the front door of our apartment.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," Dexter said.

We went to the stairwell down the hall and up to the roof.

Dexter opened the door that led out onto the roof. The sun was just starting to come up over the horizon. There were blankets and pillows laid out as well as two canvas' and paint.

"I thought I'd surprise you with a morning date of painting the sunrise," Dexter said.

"That's really sweet," I said.

The two of us sat down on the blankets and started painting. We stayed there for the next few hours until we were done.

I flipped my canvas around to show Dexter the sunrise I painted.

"Very nice," Dexter said.

He flipped his canvas around too. It wasn't just the sunrise. It was of me watching the sunrise.

"I love it," I said.

We got everything gathered up before heading back to our apartment.

"So, was this worth getting up?" Dexter asked.

"Absolutely," I said. "But don't think this will work again."

"Noted," Dexter said.

#flufftober2021 #wrestling one shot #wrestlingoneshot #WWE #wwe superstars #WWE NXT #wwe fanfiction #wwe one shot #dexter lumis #dexter lumis x oc

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we-are-a-dragon · 3 years

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DM: Lumi, your turn.

Tati (playing Lumi): I want to run over and stab the captain again. That's... an 11 to hit.

DM: Roll damage.

Tati: Oh my god, minimum damage again!

DM: It didn't matter. How do you want to do this?

Tati: Sweet as! I'm wearing my porcelain mask, obviously, and I want to crack him over the head with the shaft of my spear.

DM: Non-lethally?

Tati: Lol no, I'm caving his skull in. Then I turn around and double-punch First Mate Grum with flurry of blows.

DM: Two hits, nice. 11 damage all up? He's looking fucked up.

Tati: Then I plant my spear on Cap'in O'Ley's chest and say, "Here's our flag."

DM: Make an Intimidate check.

Tati: ...5.

DM: The effect is lost a little as you slip on the sand.

Tati: With 17 Dex? Lame.

#funny #dnd #kills #fail #Lumi #Hamish DM #just little d&d things #ooc #combat #pirates #damage #flurry of blows #intimidate #dexterity #one shot

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index-wwe-gifs · 3 years

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Last Chances in the Dark

Pairing: Dexter Lumis x Indi Hartwell

Word Count: 2,888

Warnings: None

Summary: What happened when Indi went under the ring after Dexter in the Love Her or Lose Her Match?

Author's Notes: I am still debating whether or not to write the second half of the match, maybe from Dexter’s POV...let me know what you think of this one and if that would be something you would be interested in reading?

Read on ao3 HERE or below...

Indi had been watching in the back with Candice but couldn’t keep still. She paces back and forth, nervously running her fingers through the ends of her long dark ponytail as her eyes fix glued to the screen. She shouldn’t even be here anyway, she should be out there. She is the reason for this whole match in the first place.

“Indi would you just stand still?” Candice says impatiently, opening out her hands and raising her shoulders. “You’re literally gonna wear a hole in the floor.”

“I can’t watch.” Indi answers quickly, shaking her head. The brunette quickly turns and marches down the hallway with some pace hearing Candice call after her. She probably thinks she’s going to hide out in the locker room or something, but there’s only place she’s heading.

Now she is standing by the side of the ring, slapping her palm on the canvas to the beat of the audience chanting ‘InDex’. The match is even harder to watch out here. There’s too much on the line. Her stomach knots and twists and every time one of Johnny’s moves lands she winces. He certainly hadn’t been too thrilled with her sudden appearance. Of course her eyes instantly landed on Dexter the second she walked out there, and she had started to head towards him like a moth to a flame before he had interrupted her. Johnny had told her to not listen to the crowd and to turn and go back, but one glance from those ice blue eyes and she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

She had looked for him last week after setting up the match with Regal. She wanted to be the one to tell him. She wanted to be able to just talk with him, to just explain that this was the only way they could be together. To just wish him luck, to say that she had every faith in him to win. He was an absolute brutal and powerful force to be reckoned with and she would never ever have even suggested the match if she thought for one second he might lose.

Being here now though...made it all too real.

What had she done? What if he loses? What if they both lose everything because of her?

She wishes she had been able to find him last week, but she couldn’t. She looked high and low and he was nowhere to be found, as usual. So he had entered this match knowing only the stipulation and that Indi was the one who set the whole thing up in the first place. She had watched his entrance in the back, saw his eyes...they were different. Bathed in blue light she could see his usual thousand yard stare cracking to show glimmers of the weight of the task ahead of him. He knew the gravity of the situation. She’d put that on him. She’d put their entire fate on him. Suddenly it all seems so unfair. The guilt rises and settles in her throat, as she watches him take more shots from Johnny. If this doesn’t go the way she wants it to, she has nobody to blame but herself.

What if it does go wrong….what if this is the last time they’ll ever be together?

Her stomach flips at that thought.

She just wishes she could have had just one moment with him.

Indi steps back as Johnny moves out of the way at the last second causing Dexter to slide out of the ring, landing on the floor below. She watches as he just sits there for a moment eyeing his opponent...and then disappears under the ring.

Johnny is walking in a circle, panicked eyes frantically skipping to each side of the ring. He looks like a character in Jaws who doesn’t know which side of the boat the shark is going to pop up on.

A realisation hits her. This is it.

Indi points to the ring then jabs her fingers at her own chest. “I’ll go get him!” She eagerly volunteers, seizing her chance. That’s what Beth said, right? Sometimes you just gotta take a chance.

“No you don’t!” Johnny yells back as he hurries towards the ropes on her side but it’s too late as she is already kneeling on the floor clutching the edge of the ring apron. She can just hear the voice of the referee yelling her name and telling her to stay out of it as she throws up the cover and dives into the dark crawlspace. She ducks under the metallic frame of the ring and crawls into the blackness without a second glance.

She is aware that she doesn’t really intend to go and get him. She doesn’t really know what she’s doing. All she knows is that she just needs to be with him, just for a few seconds. If that’s all they have then she’ll take it.

Lying on her belly, she blinks a few times to try and let her eyes adjust in the darkness. The air feels cooler in here away from the lights. She can still hear the slightly muffled sounds of the crowd from outside. There is a small red light in the centre on an electronic console. The dim emergency lighting is just enough to cast a red glow which picks out the highlights of some of the contents stored underneath. Stacks of tables to her side, some folded chairs, a ladder on her other side, some tools, and directly in her path in the middle facing away from her….

“Dexter!”

The red light glistens off his back and highlights the edges of his shoulder blades a few feet away from her, already halfway across the ring. His large frame is crouched and squeezed in the dark cramped space. As soon as she says his name his head immediately whips round to glance at her over his shoulder. His eyes shoot wide with surprise as soon as his gaze locks with hers. Nobody’s ever come in after him like that before. In fact, diving into a dark spooky crawl space after Dexter Lumis is probably the last thing anyone would want to do. But then she isn’t like other people. Navigating the small space he turns fully towards her, completely abandoning whatever he was doing, tunnel vision focusing on only her.

She uses her elbows to army crawl a little towards him and tries to use her boot to leverage herself on the mat but doesn’t quite have the momentum to get anywhere. Instead she just throws out her arms towards him, reaching and stretching out her fingers. She still has no idea what she’s doing or what her intentions are. She just needs to reach him. Just touch him. Just something. She can’t bare the thought that here and now could be all they have.

Dexter immediately slides onto his stomach and meets her halfway. He stretches out his own arms out towards her, seemingly with the same despairing need that she has. She feels an electricity rip through her the second she feels the black fabric of his gloved fingers gently curl around her arms. She clutches the backs of his forearms and tries to use his body weight to slide towards him, as close as she can possibly get.

Almost in sync they both pull themselves towards each other until they are both supporting each other in an awkward tangle of limbs, faces now only inches apart, gazes unwavering. He looks a little surprised that she’d managed to pull herself this close to him, like her sudden proximity catches him off guard. His hands slide up her arms and curve around the top of her biceps holding her tightly but gently. He always seems to hold her with a fragility, like she might break in his hands. It is a world away from those heavy handed thunderous blows he had delivered in the ring just seconds before.

The dim red light is enough for her to be able to see his deep set eyes shining below his shadowing brow. She finds herself completely hooked into his stare and as deeply worked into him as she had been so many times before. It didn’t matter what they were doing, whenever they were together they always found themselves caught in each other’s gazes. She could never take her eyes off him, it was like an addiction, she craved it, needed it. Ever since the beginning. That’s all it took. That one time look had her completely captivated...and fallen for good. She had tried to catch his attention after that, to get him to just look at her just once more, all those months ago. Ironically all this time later, now he couldn’t look away.

Once the shock of her actually being there subsides, she sees a hint of forlornness and vulnerability in his eyes that doesn’t usually sit on Dexter’s stoically featured face. Out there it was masked but here she can see it swirling behind his eyes. He feels the full weight of the responsibility she’d saddled him with. He knows as well as she does that this really could be it. They could lose each other for good.

They stay like that, arms and gazes locked together in the dark as if frozen in time. Only a few seconds must have passed but it feels longer. They desperately cling to each other as if their lives depend on it. As if the world will end if they break contact. As if they may suddenly be ripped apart at any second, because they know they might. She can feel his heavy ragged breaths against her cheek as his chest audibly heaves. She swears she can hear his heart thumping hard in his chest too. She’s close enough to hear it but that might be her imagination. Hers is beating rapidly too. She can feel it pounding and echoing in her ears.

Indi can still vaguely hear the cheering and excited chattering of the crowd outside but it barely registers. Johnny had told her not to listen to the crowd as they chanted ‘InDex’, and to only trust her family. But how could so many people be wrong? She can also hear a new female voice that she immediately recognizes as being Candice’s, and some commotion from outside the ring. She doesn’t even want to let that register. She doesn’t want to think about anything happening outside of here. Can they just stay here holding onto each other forever instead?

She thinks she should say something but can’t find the right words to say. She’s sorry for putting this on him….good luck? She had wanted to talk to him before, she had so much she had wanted to say….but now she can’t even think straight to remember any of it. It doesn’t matter now anyway, it’s just too late. Nothing she says would be good enough anyway.

Maybe, before she’s quickly whisked away - and she knows her time is running out because she can feel hands grabbing her ankles - maybe she should say some sort of goodbye speech. If this is all we have….

That sort of thing.

She can’t think of where to even start.

Maybe she should just tell him how she feels. This might be the last chance she’ll ever get to say it, out loud.

He knows.

As she looks into his eyes, everything going through her mind at a million miles right now seems to reflect in his gaze. He knows.

Neither of them need to say anything.

Being here together, holding each other for maybe the last time ever, if only for a few seconds...it is enough.

The faint red light they are bathed in feels like a warning light reminding her that time is slipping away from her.

Maybe she can show him instead. This might be their last chance ever.

Her gaze flicks downwards. His brow creases slightly as his face appears to show him recognizing her action. She closes her eyes and purses her lips and in a perfectly choreographed movement, they both slowly go to move into each other’s kiss. The distance between them closes and nearly vanishes completely until- She feels the grip tightens around her ankles then her legs are being pulled and suddenly she is being ripped from him. “No!” She gasps as her eyes flash open, wide in panic. His expression mirrors hers as she frantically tries to keep her grip on the man in front of her as she starts to be pulled away from him. Not again!

Her hands slide down his upper arms, under his elbows and down his forearms as she begins to be dragged backwards. She tries to keep a hold of him but her hands are too slippery, his skin is too dewy, slicked in sweat. She can’t grip him as she reluctantly starts to slide away from him, fingers clawing frantically trying to find purchase. Her nails dig into him, scratching his arms all the way down. As her hands reach the underside of his wrists, his fingers suddenly clamp down tight, wrapping around her own wrists with an ironlike grip.

His stare is the most intense she’s ever seen as he secures her arms. They can’t take her away from him. He won’t let them.

Their outstretched arms tense as whoever is pulling her out seems to now feel the extra resistance of Dexter’s body weight. Dexter knows he can’t keep her here forever, as much as he wants to. He doesn’t want to hurt her though, so he helps relieve the strain on her by using his legs to push himself towards her. His motion follows Indi, arms still tightly cemented together. Wherever she is going, he is going too. Always.

Indi ducks her head as the ring apron brushes over her back and shoulders and she is dragged out from under the ring, back out into the arena. The crowd roars. She feels her ankles being released. She lifts her head. She blinks in the bright light as her eyes immediately find him in front of her, right where she left him. Once again their gazes lock.

Their denied long overdue kiss hangs mournfully in the air between them. Like a question unanswered, a raging itch left unscratched, a hunger unsatiated, a thirst unquenched. Like something stolen from them. Something left unfinished and incomplete.

She doesn't even register Johnny and Candice behind her, or the crowd, or the fact that the match is going on, or anything. She only sees him. In total synchronisation, as though there is a physical connection between them, they both start to rise up off their stomachs onto all fours. Instead of just releasing her, he lets his hand slide all the way down her arm and over her hand. It glides over her very last fingertip and onto the floor beneath him. He’ll take any excuse to prolong breaking contact with her. He’ll take every millisecond, every fingertip graze, all of it.

As they both slowly rise to their knees, she tries to keep a hold of him for as long as possible with her other hand, mirroring his action. As his forearm slips from her grasp and she slides down to his hand, she instinctively curls her fingers round his thumb for just a second longer than she should. It's not a conscious action, just a subconscious motion born out of the sheer desperation to not let him go. Not from her grasp, not from her life. Not yet. She never did get that kiss. They hadn't even given him a chance. She can't lose him, not now, and he can't lose this match.

The match...

Johnny delivers a brutal kick to Dexter's midsection, snapping them both back to reality. Dexter makes a pained noise and wraps an arm around his torso. Indi sits back on her heels brow furrowed in disapproval as she looks up at Johnny with his pain reflected in her eyes.

This is all her fault.

Johnny continues his beating, throwing Dexter into the metal steps as she stands. She instinctively tries to take a step towards them, concern etched onto her features, but Candice steps in the way. She is yelling something at her about not interfering but Indi is too focused on Dexter to understand a word she’d just said. This match is a lot harder than she thought it would be.

As Johnny continues his tirade, she can do nothing but helplessly look on. The reality of losing him...the thing that she'd tried so hard to ignore, starts to seep into her senses and engulf her mind. That really might be the last time he would ever hold her. That really could be the last chance she would ever get to kiss him. She wishes she’d have just been quicker. She wishes she’d have had just a few more seconds. She wishes she’d have kissed him, just once. Just to show him how much he means to her if nothing else.

As Johnny delivers another devastating blow to the man she loves, she raises her hands to her head and her face twists in pain for him.

This was a bad idea.

#FORGOT TO POST THIS AGES AGO #also I MIGHT have a 17k word one that's on it's way....👀#index #indi hartwell #dexter lumis #wwe #wwe nxt #nxt #candice lerae #johnny gargano #the way

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jphbk1982 · 3 years

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

What was going through Dexter’s mind when he was in that room drawing all the pictures of heartbreak that Indi found later?

New InDex fic to read above or below.

Pain

“Pain is a funny thing.”

Dexter’s mind was speaking to him but he was almost too lost in thought to understand it. Pain. The word. The feeling. That was mostly all he could hear. All he could feel. Nothing unusual for him, and yet it was.

This pain is different. This pain hurt. Actually hurt. Dexter had grown to take pleasure in pain. Sometimes he even reveled in it. He wasn’t sure when that began. When the switch was flipped although he suspected it was somewhere in his teenage years. He generally just blacked out memories, especially from his youth.

Dexter shifted in the chair he was sitting in as he stared at a blank sheet of paper in front of him. He squinted as annoyance came over him from not having his usual paper. He had grabbed some sheets from out of a printer in the hallway and splayed them out on a table in front of him. He had pressed the black marker into the sheet so long now it was starting to bleed through and run down a little.

Dexter watched the way the ink trickled down the sheet intently. He cocked his head slightly as he felt a tickle on his cheek. He reached up and was surprised to find the back of his pointer finger coming back with moisture on it. A deep breath and shuffle in the chair to be fully upright followed soon after.

“Pain shouldn’t hurt like this.”

Dexter shook his head slowly as he responded non-verbally to his own thoughts. He glanced back down to his hand to see it had balled into a fist and was pressing down on the table in front of him hard enough to illicit a creak from the wood.

Dexter relented his pressure and took another deep breath. His eyes ran over the blank sheet of paper in front of him, in his mind he already saw the drawing and so he went about moving the black marker over the paper.

“Loser.”

Losing. Dexter did not like to lose. He accepted sometimes it was part of life. He never would classify himself as fitting the bill of someone who was prone to losing things. That nomenclature didn’t fit him. Yet, it did. He lost her. She was the most important thing to him. She was gone. She had basically told him to his face he had lost her. That made him a loser.

Dexter squinted his eyes in the dim light from the lamp in the corner of the room. The memory in his head was slowly taking form on the page. He had drawn himself. Nothing unusual. Nothing remarkable about him. He had drawn himself before. His eyes moved down at the table he had drawn. The table she was lying on. Her. How could he draw her?

The marker moved and Dexter groaned as his unsteady hand caused a minor slip-up. No one would notice. He noticed. He continued on, unwilling to stop. Unable to stop. Her face was covered, vegetables… a mask. It still had to be perfect. She was perfect. He was a loser.

“InDex��

Dexter’s nose raised slightly as the name they had been given rang through his head like a shot. Gritted teeth now as he pressed on to finish the length of her body, mentally cursing when he had to stop at the paper’s edge. She was tall. Perfect.

Dexter leaned back and moved the paper slightly over so that more dim light cascaded onto it. He shifted the paper around here and there… it wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right. His eyes were stuck on her. She was right. She was perfect. He shifted his gaze to himself. Loser.

A swift movement of the marker and the knife went through his chest. Right in the center. The heart. Tear it out. The pain… there it is. Dexter nodded his head as he allowed the pain to wash over him again. His old friend, but not today.

Dexter stood up and held the paper loosely in front of him, he reached over and grabbed a pinch of tack off the table and hastily moved to the black wall across from him. A quick slam and the paper was displayed right in the center. He stared at it as the memory stared back at him. Perfect.

“Psychopath”

“Better than a loser.”

That was the natural, guttural response Dexter had to the thought as he walked back to sit in the hard office chair once more. He scooted it back to the table and began drawing again, all in nearly one quick motion. He had no thoughts now. Just saw blackness. Darkness. He thought nothing. He felt pain. He heard only his wounded heart as it thumped to keep him alive.

An image on the paper. It was complete. Black. Heart. Perfect. Dexter echoed his earlier actions as he pasted it to the wall next to the other. Then it was back to the paper again. He picked up the black marker and examined it in his hands.

“Indi.”

It wasn’t right. Darkness didn’t deserve her. His eyes moved to the red marker. A quick nod and he retrieved it and put it to the paper. Same as before. A heart. Except… different. Red. The color of love. The thought caught Dexter mid-stroke with the marker as he examined the heart in front of him. The tickle on his cheek again. A soft huff from him as he shook his head.

Dexter’s hands moved again. Red was the color of blood. Blood coming from the wound in his heart. The red spilled outside of the heart outline on the page. It flowed down the page. Perfect.

(****)

Dexter stood solemnly in the center of the room and moved his eyes along each wall. It was all there. Every emotion. All the pain. Surrounding him. Just like it had been all week. Now he could see it. He could touch it. It was tangible. He moved his hand close to a drawing and then withdrew it.

He didn’t want to touch it. This pain was not his friend. This pain changed him. This pain was born from love. Love changed him. She changed him. She hurt him. She was perfect. Still perfect.

(****)

Indi ran out of the room and pressed her hand up against the wall for support. She had to catch her breath. Not from being physically spent. But she was overwhelmed nonetheless.

“What had she done?”

Indi stood up straighter because she was starting to get some looks of concern. She turned her back to those and was staring at the doorway of the room again. She slowly began to make her way back to it and peeked inside once more.

It wasn’t any easier to see the second time. Picture after picture of pain. Heartbreak. Loss. The one her eye fell on every time was the one with her in it. The one with her saying the word “loser.” She shook her head as if trying to will the word off of the paper.

Indi ran over to it and ripped the page off the wall. She started to crinkle it but her eyes fell on the image of Dexter. Despite herself, she smiled at his drawing of himself. He had come to her. He just wanted to be where she was. He never hurt her.

Her smile turned as the reality that she had hurt him sunk in again. She cradled the picture close to her chest and then reached up and pulled another one down and close to her. A black heart. Another. A red heart. Another. Until finally she had at least one of each and she turned and ran from the room.

“He still loves you.”

“Find him.”

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

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 4 years

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Unsavory Dealings

Are we ready for another fic? I hope we are.

Pairing: Roderick Strong x Reader/ OFC, Dexter Lumis x Reader/ OFC (sort of)

Word Count: 3,694 (I know, I know, I talk too much)

Warnings: language, sexual references, mature themes (stalking)

I felt inspired by the Dexter and Roddy angle on NXT from the moment where they had the big man just sitting and holding Strong’s body, sort of stroking his hair. There was no way that a wrestling show on primetime network TV was going to give that story arc the conclusion it deserved, so I figured I’d take a shot at it myself. Of course, I didn’t give it a proper conclusion either, but I’ll leave the judgment of what I’ve added to the story to y’all.

You shouldn’t keep doing this.

It’s the thought that always washes over you in the moments like this, as the ecstatic high starts to fade and you’re staring glassy-eyed at each other’s muscled bodies, glistening with sweat, gasping for air. You run your fingers up Roddy’s lightly furred chest, smiling in delight when his body jerks and he gives an exhausted little cry followed by blissed-out smile. He catches your wrists, laughing silently before he locks his eyes on yours with a look you can only describe as a mix of satiety and relief. Grinning, you roll off him and collapse onto your side, brushing his cheek with your hand while he responds by running his along your side.

“Fuck I needed that,” he pants. “You have no idea.”

“What are friends for?” you giggle, giving his face a playful tap.

“Well Cole is my friend but I don’t want him riding my cock.”

This makes you laugh even harder. “I don’t know, Strongman, maybe you should let him try. Maybe he’s better than I am.”

“No one’s better than you are.”

He pulls you in and kisses you, holding you close even when your lips part, his face just a little vulnerable, working you with those puppy dog eyes he knows make you melt.

“This fucking psycho is… I don’t know what to do anymore. The guys are just telling me to get over it and they’re getting pissed at me because they say I’m messing up. Then I’ve got Marina on my ass demanding to know what I’m gonna do about him, saying I’m not taking it seriously enough, that he’s coming for her and the baby and how I need to protect them.” He rolls onto his back and rubs his face as if he’s developing a migraine. “You’re the only person in my life that isn’t trying to get something from me.”

You push his hand away and run your fingers delicately along his jaw until he turns back to look at you.

“I hate to break this to you,” you murmur, “but the only reason I’m trying to keep you sane is because I don’t need Darkly Dreaming Dexter robbing me of the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Stroking Roddy’s ego has always been the easiest way to light him up. Immediately, you see the boyish excitement rise in him. Already, you’ve pushed Dexter Lumis just a little further back in his mind. If you were a better “friend”, you’d be telling him that Marina is right, that he should be taking steps to protect them because they’re clearly the soft spot in Roddy’s armor. The most obvious way for the psychopath to get to him is by threatening or hurting his wife and child. But you’ve never claimed to be a wonderful person. If you were, you wouldn’t be banging another woman’s husband.

“The best fuck you’ve ever had?” he repeats, rolling over on top of you and squirming against your naked body. “I don’t know, seems like you’re a busy little lady.”

“So you should be flattered,” you parry, bucking your hips against him. Yes, you know you have a reputation. You’ve never cared and you’re not about to start. If you were a man, you’d be called a stud. So as far as you’re concerned, that’s what you are.

“Is that so?” he asks, sucking gently on the sensitive spot just above your collarbone. “Better than Ziggler?”

“Oh yeah. Don’t believe the hype.”

He starts grinding harder against you. “Better than Punk?”

“God yes.”

“Better than Cole?” He gives your bottom lip and sharp bite, making you squeal.

“Hmm… a little bit, I guess.”

You crack up laughing, feigning a struggle as he pins your arms to the bed and traps your thighs between his own.

“Sounds like you need a little more convincing,” he grunts.

“Don’t you have to be somewhere, lover boy?”

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “She thinks I’m at the gym. Sometimes, I work out for hours, especially when I’m stressed. Sometimes, I’m there until after midnight.”

“I don’t know,” you tease him. “A guy your age takes a long time to recover. You might only be flying half-mast by midnight.”

He grabs a handful of your hair and lifts himself above you, dark eyes wild with lust once again. “Oh it’s gonna be fun proving you wrong, smart ass.”

It’s a double win for you: you get a second round with the guy you have to admit is actually the best fuck of your life and you’ve gotten his mind off Dexter Lumis.

Lifting your bag out of the trunk of your car, you wince a little. You’re most definitely feeling the effects of the frenetic night with Roddy. He’d ended up staying until nearly one, which must have pushed the boundaries of credibility once he got home, even if he could easily use the excuse that he’d needed to burn off the excess stress the whole situation with Lumis was causing him. And in a way, that is what he was doing.

When you walk into the performance center, you see Roddy in the hallway talking with Kyle O’Reilly. You glance at them for only a second, like you’re noticing their presence and nothing else. Still, you feel Roddy’s eyes scanning you up and down, sense the desire you spark in him every time he sees you. You’re better at this than he is, better at hiding what’s happening. He might not be a stranger to being tempted to stray but you can tell that this prolonged kind of passion for an “other” woman is new for him. Sometimes, when you catch his gaze lingering on you, you’ll brush your fingers over your breast or along your thigh, as if it’s an absent-minded gesture. Most of the time, you play it cool. This morning, you shift your walk a little to emphasize that you’re hurting. You wonder if he’s aware that his voice gets louder whenever he’s pretending he doesn’t notice your teasing.

Finding yourself alone in the locker room, you take a moment to stretch out your legs and core a little. You give yourself a few minutes and then check your phone before heading out for a more serious workout.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

Even the notification is enough to make you flinch. You’ve never spoken to the creep but the way he’s acted towards Roddy has been enough to make you want to invest in some pepper spray to keep him away from you. Not that you have, because, as far as you’re aware, he’s barely cognizant of your existence. The two of you said hello and shook hands when he first joined the company and he was introduced to everyone. You’ve nodded at each other maybe a half a dozen times since then when you’ve passed in the hallways and that is the full extent of your interactions. How the man came to be in possession of your email address is a complete mystery.

Still, you’re just that tiny bit curious because the guy is such a weirdo, so naturally creepy, that you want to know what’s going on inside that warped mind of his. So you click on the link and are taken to a file folder with yesterday’s date on it.

Inside the folder are photos. Dozens of them. Your jaw drops and you hear yourself gasping for air as you look at them, shots of the two of you- you and Roddy- in your apartment, in your bed, clearly taken through your bedroom window. Whoever took them was clearly there for as long as Roddy was, meticulously documenting every lascivious act, your faces both immediately recognizable, every part of you exposed. You can see that in the moments either of you approached your climax, the frequency of the shots increased, like the photographer’s excitement was rising along with your own. It feels like you’re choking, like a violation. It is a violation. You drop to the bench behind you and lean your head between your knees, convinced you’re about to throw up.

Your phone chimes again. Another notification.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

Your breath is panicked and you’re barely able to process the meaning of the words but once again, you click on the link. Once again, you’re taken to a file folder, this time dated to the previous Wednesday. You shudder as you open it, knowing what it might contain. This time it’s a single file. A video file.

And it is exactly what you feared. You and Roddy hidden away, you thought, in the hallway next to the janitorial closet and the electrical room, going at it against the wall. You were both still in your ring gear, shorts pulled down just enough for him to get inside you, both of you riding your adrenaline highs from your matches that night. You’re biting down on your palm to stifle the noise, and just watching the video is enough to make your insides twitch, recalling the scene.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

The notifications start coming in faster than you can process. You’ll click on one, see a dated file, and another one has arrived before you’ve even had a chance to survey the damage. A passionate kiss goodbye in your car one night when he’d needed a lift. You hadn’t even done anything that night. Just the kiss. Shots of the two of you around the performance center, sharing little touches that wouldn’t be suspicious were they not isolated from context and combined with everything else you’re seeing. It seems like every moment the two of you have been around each other is there, meticulously documented.

“You ok?” Mia’s voice is all concern as she enters the room, rubbing a towel over her hair, and although she’s speaking in a normal, even soft tone of voice, it feels like she’s screaming at you.

“Huh? Oh… yeah… no… I feel a bit sick to my stomach,” you choke.

“You don’t look too good,” she concurs.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go talk to Regal.”

You stand and grab your phone, fairly running from the room lest you face any other questions.

Of course, you’re not looking for William Regal. The only person you’re looking for is Dexter Lumis and after ten minutes of fruitless searching, you’re almost tempted to burst into the men’s locker room and occupy it until he shows his face. Of course, since it’s not a show night, there’s no guarantee he will show his face. You’re wild-eyed with panic, rushing around every part of the performance center, desperate to find your perverted nemesis.

“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” Roddy asks you, settling his hands on your shoulders and stopping your momentum.

You nearly collapse from shock and fear but instead flash him a stupid grin. Whatever you’re going through, you’re determined you’re not going to dump it on him.

“Hey, Roddy,” you groan, “I just wanted to tell Regal that I’m going home. I’m sick as hell. I ate something bad, I think.”

Roddy crowds you against the wall and touches his lips to your earlobe. “You want me to bring you some chicken soup later?” he coos.

You push him back a little. “I want you to not see me being sick. And you need to not go ‘running out to the gym’ for the second night in a row and making your lady suspicious.”

He gives you a soft look. “I’m serious. I won’t try to fuck you. Just let me check in on you later.”

“No,” you tell him sharply, pushing him away and heading towards the exit without turning back to see the shocked and hurt expression on his face.

Not sure what else to do, you head back to your apartment and there, at the top of the staircase, in front of your door, is Dexter Lumis.

You have your eyes cast down so you don’t even notice him until you’re through the front door and part way up the stairs but the second you see him, you freeze. And although you’ve just spent an hour running around like a madwoman trying to find him, seeing him sitting there between you and the door to your home, the only thing you can think of to do is to run.

However, the second you flinch and move to leave, he’s on you, his massive weight pinning you to the wall, one hand clamped heavily over your mouth. With his other arm, he lifts you and easily carries you up the stairs, his body showing no reaction to your struggling and his face as impassive as ever. He plants you back on your feet when he reaches your door and slides his hand around your throat, not tight enough to cut off the air, but tight enough to let you know that he easily could.

“Are you going to unlock the door and let us in?” he hisses in your ear.

Unsure what else you can do, you nod.

He squeezes both of his hands a little tighter. “You know I could snap your neck any time I wanted.”

You nod again and sink your shaking hand into your purse to remove the keys. When you hear the deadbolt retract, you feel a little dizzy. Once he’s in your apartment, you’re at his mercy. The chance of someone, your upstairs neighbor or a guest, happening upon the two of you on the landing is far greater than the chance of someone rescuing you once he’s inside. Manipulating men into doing what you want is a skill you know you possess, but you can instantly tell that Dexter is well beyond being won over by your charms.

Nevertheless, you unlock the door and open it, only to be flung through it and have it slammed behind you. His hand never leaves your throat, even as he twists you to face him. His grip tightens as he locks the door behind you, and pulls you into him, lifting you a little so that you have to stand on your toes to keep from being strangled.

For a long few moments he studies you, as if you’re a kind of novel rodent he’s found in his basement, not quite sure how to deal with you.

“If I take my hand away are you going to be good? Are you going to stay quiet?”

You nod frantically, feeling the air gradually being squeezed out of you. He continues to hold you for a few seconds but then releases his grip. Your vision gets a little sparkly and you can feel your legs swaying as you try to recover your equilibrium. Just as you feel your strength failing you, he’s got you in his grip, arms wrapped under your shoulders and pulling you into his massive chest. He cradles you there, rocking you gently like you’re a beloved ragdoll from his childhood. You can even hear him hum a little.

Then, without a word, he starts to move you into your living room, gently placing you onto your sofa. He hovers over you, his breath hot against your bruised throat, and you hear the sound of him inhaling the scent of your skin. You can feel your whole body shaking, knowing you can’t possibly stop him from doing anything he wants.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whisper feebly.

He looks shocked and a little offended. “I would never hurt you!” he exclaims.

You want to point out that it’s been less than five minutes since he seemed to be threatening to break your neck but before you speak, you realize that this is probably a bad idea.

He strokes your hair, gentle as an angel, searching your face with an expression of pure innocence that’s somehow more unnerving than the killer instinct you’ve seen in the ring. His hand traces the line of your body in the air and he smiles as if it’s fascinating that he can do this.

“Did you even know we were neighbors?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Right over there.” He nods towards the alley behind your bedroom window. “You should close your curtains”

You’re very certain that the reason you haven’t been closing your curtains is because you’ve never once seen a light in the building across the alley. As far as you could tell, the building across the alley was abandoned. Apparently not.

“You know you shouldn’t be dating other men. He’s going to be hurt.”

“He’s married! He has a child with her! We’re not a couple, we’re just-“

He presses his hand over your mouth and shakes his head a little.

“No,” he says sadly, “it’s not like that. You’re not some random fuck. He really cares about you.”

He doesn’t remove his hand entirely but he lets it slide a little, freeing you to speak. But you can’t think of what to say. You know Roddy cares about you. Probably more than he should. You care about him and you’re sure than Dexter knows this, because if you didn’t, you’d have just emailed him back and told him that he could go ahead and send his little audiovisual project to Marina. It’s then that you realize that that was the test: he sent the files to you in order to see whether you cared enough to protect your lover from being found out. And you’ve told him what he wanted to know.

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing,” you bluff, “he’s not going to back off. I know him. You can’t scare him away like this.”

Lumis cocks his head to one side and looks at you as if you’re an especially stupid child he’s been assigned to teach.

“I’m not trying to scare him away. Roderick needs to step up and take some responsibility. He needs to be a man and protect the ones he loves. Right now, someone could just come along and cause all this pain. I can’t protect him forever. He needs to learn to stand up for himself.”

“What are you talking about?” You’re halfway between crying and choking.

His eyes flash pure ice and for a second you’re convinced he’s about to kill you. Instead, he reaches into your purse, still half dangling off your arm, and grabs your phone.

“Open it,” he orders, pushing it into your hand.

You oblige and he snatches it back from you, opening the camera with a faint smile. “Ready to make some videos, sweetheart?”

He jams his fingers into your mouth, making you give a muffled yelp. Looking pleased with your reaction, he forces them in further and presses his thumb under your jaw, crushing the nerve there and making you writhe in pain. As he releases his grip, you see him stop the video he’s been filming.

Before you can react, he’s pressing his body down on you, wrapping his hand, fingers still soaked with your saliva, around you and pulling your mouth open from the side. He clicks on the camera and switches it so that it’s reversed, framing your distended, frightened face. You see the recording start and close your eyes tight, hoping it won’t show how terrified you really are.

Lumis presses his entire weight onto you, so that you’re struggling for every breath. The bastard gives a soft, deep laugh as he feels you having to fight harder and harder. His weight alone will kill you, given enough time. He’ll squeeze the air from you over agonizing minutes. He runs his tongue up your neck, making you shiver and whimper inadvertently. Drool leaks out the corner of your mouth where he’s hooked it and he thoroughly licks the other side of your face. You’re unable to contain the sounds of fear and disgust coming from you, unable to stop yourself from struggling in vain to get him off you.

He releases his hold on your mouth and immediately you feel his tongue snake between your lips, probing your mouth urgently and roughly. Frightened sounds escape you as his kiss becomes more insistent, until he laces his fingers in your hair and jerks you away from him.

His nails dig into your scalp hard enough that you cry out without even meaning to.

“Look at me,” he goads.

You open your eyes and immediately wish you hadn’t, terrified by the intensity and ruthlessness staring back at you.

“Tell me what you said before.”

You want to refuse. You want to pretend you have no idea what he’s talking about. But you do know and it will only go worse for you if you don’t give him what he wants.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

He nods and gives you an unnerving half-smile. “Well then, what will you do to make me not want to hurt you?”

Without even glancing, he stops the video and leans away from you a little. He scans your contacts, quickly alighting on Roddy’s name. He sends one video and then the other in a matter of seconds.

Then he sits back as if nothing’s happened. He seems surprised when he sees the terrified expression on your face but before he can speak, your phone buzzes. Roddy calling. Dexter holds up his hand to indicate you are not to answer. He stares at the phone in obvious satisfaction. Then the messages start. Notification after notification. When they stop, Dexter looks at you and pulls you into a seated position. Then he wraps his bulky arms around you and pulls you onto his lap. You’re shaking and crying, unable to fathom what’s about to happen. He rocks you back and forth, fingers softly stroking your hair.

“Shhh,” he 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 he’s willing to do to for you. Everything will be alright.”

#roderick strong imagine #dexter lumis imagine #nxt imagine #nxt fanfiction #roderick strong x reader #wrestling fanfic #wwe fanfiction #wayward wrestle writing

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placetobenation · 4 years

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When it comes to this year’s Survivor Series, things look great at the top.

We’re all excited to see just how The Undertaker will give his Final Farewell and just how will the WWE present it to us. It’s rumored that we could have guests like Kurt Angle, The Godfather to be joined by Triple H and Shawn Michaels. The Phenom deserves a proper send=off!

Outside of the traditional 5-on-5 matches, it’s champion vs. champion across the board. Roman Reigns vs. new RAW champion Drew McIntyre has that big fight feel. Asuka vs. Sasha Banks, although we’ve seen it before on multiple times, is still very good no matter the venue. Plus, The New Day and The Street Profits looks really good on paper and actually has some history lately with Big E supporting his teammates from across the show on SmackDown. I wonder if we get a heel turn for TSP and they end up beating up Big E at some point. Not really feeling the Sami Zayn vs. Bobby Lashley match as there’s no real consequence and no real heat between the two.

As for those elimination matches, both have done nothing in the build-up to their respective matches. It’s been all about how Team RAW hates each other. What a difference a year makes as one year ago, we were all excited about how Team NXT would fare across the board against RAW and SmackdDown. This year, do we really care which side wins? Not me folks. All of the bickering has left me disinterested as I’m sure the WWE will try to force some kind of Lana survives angle only to be dropped through a table again.

We’ll have predictions later, but for now, here’s the updated card:

The Undertaker’s Final Farewell

WWE Champion Drew McIntyre vs. Universal Champion Roman Reigns

RAW Women’s Champion Asuka vs. SmackDown Women’s Champion Sasha Banks

RAW Tag Team Champions The New Day vs. SmackDown Tag Team Champions The Street Profits

United States Champion Bobby Lashley vs. Intercontinental Champion Sami Zayn

5-on-5 Women’s Survivor Series Elimination Match (RAW – Nia Jax, Shayna Baszler, Lacey Evans, Peyton Royce, Lana vs. Ruby Riott, Bianca Belair, Liv Morgan, Bayley, Natalya)

5-on-5 Men’s Survivor Series Elimination Match (Keith Lee, Sheamus, Braun Strowman, AJ Styles, Riddle vs. Kevin Owens, Jey Uso, King Corbin, Seth Rollins, Otis)

Dual Brand Battle Royale (Kick-off Show)

"I'm nobody's joke."

#WWENXT @LEONRUFF_ @RealKingRegal @ArcherOfInfamy pic.twitter.com/oD0UqkJRe7

— WWE (@WWE) November 19, 2020

Star of the Week:

Leon Ruff – Why not?! In the past two weeks, Ruff’s won two matches over Johnny Gargano and the North American Championship to boot! He’s stood up to Damian Priest and shown he’s more than just a jobber. Well done Leon!

RAW

RESULTS

Asuska, Dana Brooke, Mandy Rose defeated Shayna Baszler, Nia Jax & Lana

RAW Tag Team Championship Match: The New Day defeated Cedric Alexander & Shelton Benjamin to retain titles

RETRIBUTION defeated Braun Strowman, Riddle, Sheamus & Keith Lee

Bray Wyatt defeated The Miz

WWE Championship Match: Drew McIntyre defeated Randy Orton to win title

HE DID IT!!!!!@DMcIntyreWWE is once again #WWEChampion! #WWERaw pic.twitter.com/XtVtVSGeZG

— WWE (@WWE) November 17, 2020

Monday Night RAW was all about the main event folks. Putting the title back on Drew McIntyre, as we’ve said before, is a good move. Randy Orton earned his win at Hell in the Cell, but Orton vs. Reigns had no feel for it. In just 5 seconds last Friday night, McIntyre and Reigns already felt like a heavyweight fight. They have history in the Royal Rumble. And they have the look of two big behemoths battling for one night and one night only (for now). I ilke it. I love it. I want some more of it. Good move for Survivor Series and for Monday nights beyond. Now, where does this leave Orton for Survivor Series? Also, I am digging the McIntyre/Sheamus vibe with their backstage vignettes. I wonder if Sheamus is lulling his old friend to sleep only to turn on him for a title show?

WHAT A MATCH!#WWERaw #TagTitles @TrueKofi @AustinCreedWins pic.twitter.com/zAeN1DdFxb

— WWE (@WWE) November 17, 2020

Now, outside of The New Day’s title defense of the RAW Tag Team Titles, the rest of RAW wasn’t really that good.

RETRIBUTION vs. Team RAW was just a waste of time and I’ll be ecstatic that we don’t have to hear about captains and who doesn’t like each other between Keith Lee, Sheamus, Riddle, AJ Styles and Braun Strowman any more. I have no rooting interest in any of it. The same can be said on the women’s side of Team RAW as well. Enough of Nia Jax & Shayna Baszler against Lana. YAWN! And now they drop Dana Brooke & Mandy Rose for Lacey Evans & Peyton Royce. Does nothing for me either way, although Evans is an upgrade, not that they’ll do anything with it, though.

.@LaceyEvansWWE and @PeytonRoyceWWE have been added to #TeamRaw at #SurvivorSeries.https://t.co/2FCVGuwtUM

— WWE (@WWE) November 17, 2020

Another Angel Garza vignette. Why?! Ditto for Jeff Hardy and Elias dredging up the whole car angle again. It wasn’t believable then. It’s not believable now. Move on!

NIGHT NIGHT!#WWERaw @WWEBrayWyatt @mikethemiz pic.twitter.com/WhpvW2D5UR

— WWE (@WWE) November 17, 2020

Bray Wyatt vs. The Miz was kind of just there. How quickly we forget that The Miz hated Wyatt/The Fiend for being in his daughter’s room, right? If nothing else, we got a really cool Alexa Bliss flip over John Morrison. Speaking of Bliss, I guess we finally have the kick-off of the Bliss/Nikki Cross feud.

NXT

RESULTS

NXT North American Championship Match: Leon Ruff defeated Johnny Gargano by DQ to retain title

Blindfold Match: Dexter Lumis vs. Cameron Grimes went to no-contest

Candice LeRae & Indi Hartwell defeated Kayden Carter & Kacy Catanzaro

KUSHIDA defeated Arturo Ruas

Ember Moon & Toni Storm defeated Dakota Kai & Raquel Gonzalez

Timothy Thatcher defeated August Grey

NXT Women’s Championship Match: Io Shirai defeated Rhea Ripley

Ladies Night. War Games. OMG! NXT worked on every level this week.

W A R G A M E S !

#WWENXT #NXTTakeOver #WeAreNXT pic.twitter.com/dZE1HXpAo1

— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) November 19, 2020

THIS IS AWESOME

x INFINITY #WWENXT #NXTWomensTitle @shirai_io @RheaRipley_WWE pic.twitter.com/ktlfcwFtIj

— WWE (@WWE) November 19, 2020

Wednesday night was on fire at Capitol Wrestling Center. Kudos to the women’s division that stole the night! Io Shirai and Rhea Ripley absolutely ripped it apart in the main event in another NXT classic championship match where both ladies come out strong and Shirai looks unstoppable at the top. Adding to that, we got the announcement from Shotzi Blackheart that War Games is coming December 6th. It looks like we’ll get Candice LeRae, Indi Hartwell, Raquel Gonzalez and Dakota Kai against Blackheart, Ember Moon, Toni Storm and TBD in what is shaping up to be an amazing match. BTW: Moon and Storm are everything Dana Brooke and Mandy Rose whould be on RAW. I can see them being future tag champs if the WWE wanted to go down that route. They are that damn good! Another good showing too for Kayden Carter & Kacy Catanzaro. Losing to LeRae & Hartwell is nothing to be ashamed of as they’re getting better each week.

Toni Storm & @WWEEmberMoon working together. We love to see it.

#WWENXT @RaquelWWE pic.twitter.com/Scf4U1gYw9

— WWE (@WWE) November 19, 2020

The cat, @FinnBalor, is BACK… and LOOK who he dragged in with him. BOOM.

#WWENXT @AdamColePro @theBobbyFish @KORcombat @roderickstrong pic.twitter.com/wRMsEMBpsC

— WWE (@WWE) November 19, 2020

On the men’s side of War Games, NXT Champion Finn Balor returned to close the show. But, when Baor was challenged to bow down his title to Pat McAfee and his new crew – The Kings of NXT, Balor brought out the returning Adam Cole and the rest of The Undisputed Era. Chaos closes the show as McAfee takes a wicked stiff shot to the face from Cole to end the night. TUE are veterans of War Games and it should be interesting to see how McAfee, Oney Lorcan, Danny Burch and Pete Dunn fare in their debut in the cages! It’ll also be interesting to see if McAfee actually gets into the match or if there’s a fourth member coming to join The Kings of NXT.

Elsewhere, good for Leon Ruff! Good to see him standing up to both Johnny Gargano and Damien Priest as he hangs on to this title when Priest clocks him to give him the DQ win, a DQ finish that actually works for the storyline, unlike so many of the DQ finishes on RAW and SmackDown.

We all could’ve done without the Blindfold Match between Dexter Lumis and Cameron Grimes. But then again, we told you that was coming last week and we’re glad it’s over!

KUSHIDA still rocks. Tommaso Ciampa vs. Timothy Thatcher will be a physical beating for both men.

Finally, who is the “she” that is coming according to BOA?

SMACKDOWN

RESULTS

The New Day & The Street Profits defeated Sami Zayn, King Corbin, Dolph Ziggler & Robert Roode

Last chance Survivor Series Qualifying Match: Natalya defeated Tamina

Murphy defeated Seth Rollins

Daniel Bryan defeated Jey Uso

Good to see The New Day and The Street Profits playing nice before their Survivor Series match. No shortage of bravado on either side, but they put it aside for an opening 8-man tag team victory over Sami Zayn, King Corbin, Dolph Ziggler and Robert Roode. Good match to kick things off, but they continue to misfire with Big E. Otis gets the nod to join Team SmackDown. Meh. Would’ve rather seen Big E get the nod. Looks like he’ll be limited to have some type of invovlement in the tag team match.

#TeamSmackDown is STACKED!#SmackDown #SurvivorSeries @itsBayleyWWE @RubyRiottWWE @YaOnlyLivvOnce @NatbyNature @BiancaBelairWWE pic.twitter.com/KeETofOmM0

— WWE (@WWE) November 21, 2020

Nice to see Bayley trying to unite the SmackDown Survivor Series women’s team now that it’s complete with herself and Natalya being added Friday night. I agree with Corey Graves. The SmackDown team looks stacked in comparison to Team RAW. Natalya’s match with Tamina was a snoozer though.

"@DMcIntyreWWE you will always be my favorite #2."@WWERomanReigns has been on

tonight.#SmackDown pic.twitter.com/qE2cIFdcvn

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) November 21, 2020

Less continues to be more when it comes to Roman Reigns. Perfect placement of course with Roman at the head of the contract table. Even when faced with a challenge from another show, WWE Champion Drew McIntyre, it’s still the same message. Reigns is THE CHAMPION and your tribal chief – the head of the table. All the arrogance continues to flow with a line of love. “You will always be my favorite #2” will live in WWE history as a great line from Reigns to McIntyre. It’s going to be a war come Sunday night between these two! Now, that’s good business for everyone.

Murphy vs. Seth Rollins put forth a good final chapter as Buddy finally gets the better of his former mentor, the Messiah. Murphy’s Law says Rollins is in for some time off after Survivor Series to welcome the birth of his child with Becky Lynch. It’s a good time for a break and to see what’s next for Murphy, Aalyan and the rest of the Mysterio family. I did think the celebration was cut short, maybe due to time constraints.

"I told you to watch your back, Banks! I just checked, and Boss Time is OVER." – @CarmellaWWE

@WWEAsuka isn't the only Superstar @SashaBanksWWE should be worried about. #SmackDown #SurvivorSeries pic.twitter.com/0kXjNFKkl4

— WWE (@WWE) November 21, 2020

SmackDown had a little too much talking this week, but it did get all of the main stars together from both shows to hype the PPV, which, at the end of the day, is the main job of the go-home show – give me a reason to want to watch the PPV. In that vein, it worked. It was kind of odd having Asuka just watch as Carmella beat Banks down in front of her though. Doesn’t help Asuka to help her and it moves forward Carmella’s story to take Banks out for a title shot after Survivor Series. So, for that reason, it worked on both fronts.

Jey @WWEUsos sends @WWEDanielBryan through the announce table!! #SmackDown pic.twitter.com/YVpMrjOwzH

— WWE (@WWE) November 21, 2020

Daniel Bryan is a national treasure! Returning to face Jey Uso in a hard-hitting main event, Bryan again saw himself going through a table. Uso tried to make Bryan see there was nothing personal, but of course it’s all personal with family business. But, in true babyface form, Bryan gets his revenge with a sweet rollup for the victory. Could we get Bryan vs. Reigns up next for the title when Uso couldn’t get the job done? Sign me up!

Parting Shots:

So, will we really get The Rock vs. Roman Reigns at the Main Event of WrestleMania 37? The only way it happens is 1)it has to fit into The Rock’s schedule 2)there has to be fans. We would all love to see the fight for who’s truly at the head of the tribal table and just watching to see Reigns believe he is on The Rock’s level would be interesting. But, no fans = no match. No need to waste it with no in-person reaction.

It’ll be interesting to see how the WWE changes the look of ThunderDome when it moves from the Amway Center in Orlando to the spacious Tropicana Dome in Tampa. Going from a 20,000 arena to a indoor stadium will create different opportunities visual and could lead to letting in fans if the COVID-19 pandemic allows.

Survivor Series Predictions:

WWE Champion Drew McIntyre vs. Universal Champion Roman Reigns has a funky finish. Either it goes to a no-contest or Reigns wins via DQ with Randy Orton and The Fiend involved.

SmackDown Women’s Champion Sasha Banks defeats RAW Women’s Champion Asuka

RAW Tag Team Champions The New Day defeat SmackDown Tag Team Champions The Street Profits

United States Champion Bobby Lashley defeats Intercontinental Champion Sami Zayn

5-on-5 Women’s Survivor Series Elimination Match – Team Smackdown (Ruby Riott, Bianca Belair, Liv Morgan, Bayley, Natalya) defeats Team RAW (RAW – Nia Jax, Shayna Baszler, Lacey Evans, Peyton Royce, Lana) with Bianca Belair surviving

5-on-5 Men’s Survivor Series Elimination Match – Team Raw (Keith Lee, Sheamus, Braun Strowman, AJ Styles, Riddle) defeats Team SmackDown (Kevin Owens, Jey Uso, King Corbin, Seth Rollins, Otis)

Coming up this week:

RAW: Survivor Series fallout

NXT: The Road to WarGames continues Kevin Owens guest commentator

SmackDown: Survivor Series fallout

Thanks for letting us share our thoughts! Shoot me an email at [email protected]. We’d love to hear your comments and suggestions! You can also check out my blog, The Crowe’s Nest as we delve into more pro wrestling, sports entertainment and the World of Sports. My apologies ahead of time – I AM a Patriots, Red Sox, Celtics and Bruins fan! If you’re not down with that, I’ve got TWO WORDS for you… NEW ENGLAND

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Shots game: Dexter Lumis, Dominik Dijakovic, and Walter?

lumis: i’d say i’d need to be at the verge of passing out, solely bc he scares me, but honestly??? i need to be sober just to see how things would play out

dijak: err, one or two. he has a friendly aura

walter: none, i’m sold already

slutty saturday! send me 3 wrestlers and i’ll tell how many shots it’d take for me to end up with them

#slutty saturdays #asked #thanks!!!

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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

Part 3

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

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

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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.”

~~~~~~~~

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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