Awake My Soul Fanfiction

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Hi! You might remember me from my old account @wwesmutdonedirtcheap . You can find my Masterlist there as well. I've decided to try to make a return into the fanfiction world. I haven't written anything in years, so bear with me. Currently accepting one-shot requests for WWE and The Originals only. Smut is optional.

You can also find some of my Originals fic at fanficion.net under the username: shards-of-a-soul

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FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN | 06.12.26

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LA Knight

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PROGRESS | chapter 69

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CODY RHODES WWE Clash in Italy, May 31st, 2026

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Requests

I'm excited work on some more requests over the next few days. I know I'm probably the only one who is obsessed with Pete Dunne and Baron Corbin, but if anyone has any requests for them please let me know.

Keep sending all your requests tho. Doesn't have to be smutty. :)

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and as for the super strong style tournament, you may as well just rename it right now—british strong style tournament.

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british strong style respond to cck’s challenge… and leave tyler bate behind

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F'n Perfect

Anon request for reader to show Kevin just how sexy he is.

Summary: A day at the beach brings a whole lot of body positivity.

“Hey, where’s Kevin?” 

Sami turned to me as he dug a soda out of the cooler between our beach chairs. I tossed my towel down on my chair and slid my oversized t-shirt over my head. 

“He said he’d be down in a minute,” I sighed and stretched out on the lounge. 

“Sooo, did you talk to him?” Sami grinned at me as he popped his diet coke open. 

“Noo,” I mimicked his tone “I didn’t.” 

“Oh come on, how long is this gonna go on?” Sami laughed, sliding his sunglasses back over his eyes. 

“I don’t know. I’m scared, ok?” 

“Why? I’m telling you right now, as his best friend, that he feels exactly the same way.” 

“But he still hasn’t said anything to you,” I smirked as I looked over at him. 

“Doesn’t have to, I can just tell.” 

We both stared ahead at the ocean.  It was a nice summer day and the guys having a few days off was the cherry on top.   

I spent a lot of time traveling with them on the road with my backstage job, but we never got a lot of quality time outside of an arena or a dimly lit bar or the occasional all-night diners. 

Sami had befriended me first. Kevin wasn’t as quick to let people in but over the last seven months I had warmed him into a nice friendship. 

Of course, I had stronger feelings. Every time I looked at him, I wanted to be more to him. I wanted to cuddle closer to him when we rode in the back of a rental car or have dinner with him, just the two of us. He made me laugh and made me feel safe. He was an amazing guy. I thought he was incredibly sexy and strong. I would catch myself staring at him far too often. 

I was pretty sure he was completely clueless, despite Sami’s insistence to go for it for the last month since he found out.

I hadn’t meant to tell him. I had one too many margaritas when Sami joined me and some of the girls on Cinco de Mayo and I blurted it out when we were the last two left at the table. I wanted to crawl underneath the bright pink tablecloth and die. 

“Well, glad you could join us,” Sami looked up behind my chair with a smirk. 

“Yeah, sure,” Kevin walked around us and stood there a little nervously. He had on long black swim trunks and a cut off black t-shirt. 

“Well, I’m gonna go for another swim,” Sami grinned over at me, getting up and leaving us alone. 

“You wanna sit down?” I motioned to Sami’s chair “Or do you wanna swim too?” 

“No, no I’m good.” 

Kevin sat down and stretched his legs out. 

“You need some sunscreen?” I reached into my beach bag “I brought plenty.” 

“No, I doubt I’ll be here long,” he shrugged “It's hot.” 

“Well, you do have on all black,” I kidded him. 

“Yeah,” he nodded absently, pushing his shades higher up on his nose. 

I watched him for a few minutes, and I slowly started to realize how uncomfortable he was. Kevin never took off his shirt. Ever.   

“Ya know,” I smiled at him “I’m kinda hungry. Do you wanna go get some lunch with me?” 

He turned to me and a little smile curved on his lips. 

“Yeah, sounds better than this hell hole.” 

******* 

We went to a sandwich shop with tables that sat outside with a view of the packed beach.  

“Oh my gosh, this is so good,” I giggled as I took a bite of my huge turkey sub. 

“I was fucking starving,” he agreed as he chewed on his pastrami. 

“No more beach for me today,” I laughed and patted my belly with my free hand. 

“What do you mean?” he stared at me “You look great.” 

“Oh please,” I brushed hair that had fallen from my ponytail behind my ear “I have a belly. How can you miss it?” 

“No, you don’t,” he shook his head “You eat, like a normal person.” 

“I have a pooch,” I sighed, as I sat back and popped a potato chip in my mouth. 

“You’re fucking perfect,” he sat his sandwich down, leaning closer and staring at me sternly “Seriously, don’t say that about yourself.” 

“I could say the same to you,” I grabbed my water. 

“What?”  

“You’re fucking perfect Kevin,” I leaned up across the table. 

“Bullshit,” he shook his head and scoffed. 

We ate in silence and once we were done and had tossed our trash, I reached out and took his hand. 

He looked over at me in surprise. 

“Come on,” I smiled at him “We need to talk.” 

*********** 

“Sit down,” I motioned to my hotel bed once we got back to my room. 

He looked at me puzzled but did as he was told. 

I sat down beside him and turned my body toward him. 

“I... I have feelings for you,” I sighed nervously “like, a lot of them...Kevin, I really like you and I am very attracted to you.” 

“To me?” he laughed in shock. 

“Yes,” I reached out and held his hand again “I’m falling for you and I just wondered if maybe...” 

He reached out and took my face in his big hands, and I felt my heart rate accelerate out of control. 

“I said you’re fucking perfect,” he said in a lower tone “I meant it.” 

We stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, and it felt like neither one of us was breathing. 

He kissed me, soft and gentle and fucking perfect. He held my face so carefully, his thumbs lightly brushed my cheeks, his lips taking mine repeatedly.  

“I didn’t think you’d want a guy like me,” he whispered when our lips finally parted. 

“I want a guy exactly like you,” I smiled at him. 

We kissed for a while. He laid me back onto the bed, his hands playing with my damp hair and his mouth finally trailing down my throat. I felt him moan against my neck and I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

“Can I touch you?”  

He pulled away at last and looked at me with desire in his eyes. 

I nodded shyly, biting on my lip and he kissed me again while his hands trailed down and caressed over my yellow bikini top. Then he moved down to my stomach; his hands lingered there for a few seconds before he pulled back and lowered his head to gently kiss it. He ran his tongue from my stomach all the way back up my throat, achingly slow. 

“You’re good at that,” I smiled at him. 

“What?” he laughed in a deep voice. 

“Touching,” I giggled, kissing him on his ear as he kissed my neck some more. 

I slowly reached down to the bottom of his shirt, and I felt him tense up.  

“Kevin,” I whispered, guiding his face to look at me “You’re fucking hot...Can I touch you?” 

He looked too caught up in the moment to say no. He nodded slowly and allowed me to pull it over his head. 

I flipped over on top of him. It was my turn to kiss down his body just as meticulously as he had mine. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently. I looked up at him with every kiss I placed on his chest. 

I finally raised up and reached around to untie my top. His larger hands came up to stop me; he slowly untied it himself. He pulled it off and tossed it to the side. He ran his hands around to cup my breasts gently and then slid his hands down my sides. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, reaching up to pull my mouth to his again.  

I moved on top of his lap as we kissed, moaning into his mouth and running my hands over his chest. 

“I wanna feel you,” I gasped against the side of his neck. 

Then, it was like his confidence kicked in and before I knew it, I was underneath him again. I pushed on the waist band of his shorts, and he pulled them the rest of the way off. His fingers untied the sides of my bikini bottom, all the while his eyes stayed locked on mine.  

His lips found mine as he pushed inside of me.  

He felt so good. I squealed into his mouth and he kissed me harder. His hips knew exactly what to do. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to me. 

“Fucking perfect,” he groaned against my ear. 

He took his time, winding slowly into me. He kissed my shoulders, my neck, my collar bone, nuzzled against my ear and lightly bit it.

I hadn't expected him to be so attentive, but I should have known he would be.

His hips finally picked up speed, slapping hard into me. He moaned so deep and sexy, it didn’t take long until I felt myself coming undone around him.  

“Kevin,” I gasped into his shoulder. 

His mouth found my throat, sucking on it gently as I tightened around him and ran my nails down his back. 

A few more deep thrusts and he pulled out of me, and I felt the warmth of his release on my stomach as he kissed me again.  

“I’m falling for you too,” he gasped once he stilled, pulling me against his chest “Did I say that?” 

“No,” I giggled “But I had a feeling.” 

He kissed the top of my head and wrapped us up in the sheets.  

There was a loud knock at the door. 

“Hey!” Sami called from the other side of the door “I can’t find Kevin!” 

“Don’t worry about him!” Kevin yelled and laughed into my hair. 

"Yeah! Everything is perfect!" I smiled up at him.

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Oooo can you do a one shot about Kevin and Reader and (as sad as this makes me) Kevin feels insecure about how he looks and Reader shows him how freaking hot he is. (Because let's be real, man is fucking GORGEOUS) THANKS!! 🙏🏼💜

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Excited to start working on your requests! Please keep sending your one shot ideas!

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FINN BALOR WWE WrestleMania 42, April 19th, 2026

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Requests

Please send me your Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens and LA Knight one shot requests!!

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Twisting The Knife

@awakemysoulfanfiction really got me through this one. It took longer than I want to admit but here it is. Summary: The Wyatt Sicks are released and Dexter finds himself sulking in a bar, depression winning over everything. When Indi calls his girlfriend to pick him up, she changes his perspective. Dexter Lumis/Reader. InDex Friendship.

“You need to come get him. I think he’s toast” A thick Australian accent cut through the silence the second I answered the phone. I wasn’t surprised. Honestly, I’d been waiting for this call all night. It had been a day that I dreaded would come. The Wyatt Sicks weren’t booked the best. They were in a mindless feud with the MFTs that benefitted nobody. Everyone knew that but for all of them to be cut in one swoop; it devastated the fans and the five souls who gave it their all. “How bad are we talking?” I asked, rubbing my forehead as I leaned against the kitchen counter. “Uh… he’s not falling over but I do think he’s scared a few people” I closed my eyes for a second. Of course he did.

His last words before leaving the house had been, Don’t worry, we’re only having a couple drinks.

This sounded like way more than a couple drinks. “Okay,” I sighed. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

I hung up and headed toward the bedroom.

Dexter and I had been together for two years. Two years of airports, weird schedules, bad creative, great matches, and months where we didn’t know why he showed up when they didn’t put him on tv. Somehow, we made it work.

But this one felt different.

This wasn’t a bad promo or a losing streak.

This was his career. He was released. 

It didn’t take me long to change into my black jean shorts and tank top. I pulled my hair back and slipped on my sandals. I stepped into the garage, past the gym equipment cluttering the garage to my black Range Rover. The drive to the bar was only a few minutes, enough to where Dexter could walk if he really wanted to. I wasn’t about to have him stumble home. I parked in the first available spot and walked into the dimly lit dive bar. The music was booming through the bar. It wasn’t hard to miss him. His blonde dreads were a dead give away. “Come on Dexter. I think she’s here” Indi said, moving from next to him. I studied the scene for a moment before walking over. Dexter sat hunched forward with his head buried in his tattooed hands, elbows pressed against the bar top. He looked absolutely pathetic but still every bit of the man I loved. “You know this is quite dramatic?” I smiled as Indi turned around with a grin. “See! I told you she was coming” The tall Australian woman said happily as Dexter finally turned around, his eyes softening as they landed on you. He looked devastated. The same look he had when the phone call came in but this time, it was completely broken. “Why are you here?” His voice was only loud enough to hear over the music. I stepped closer. “I’m taking you home.” “Why?” He asked as my eyes moved to the ground. It was a dumb question in my opinion.

“Dexter come on” The annoyance was obvious in my voice. I wasn’t here to stay at the bar and wallow in self-pity. “Come on, I’m heading out,” Indi announced carefully as she grabbed her purse.

Dexter waved her off without looking at her. “Go then.”

I glanced toward her apologetically.

“Just go, Indi. I’ve got him.”

She gave me a look that practically screamed good luck before heading toward the register to pay her tab.

I slid onto the stool beside him. The smell of whiskey hit me instantly. This was more than a couple drinks. 

“Are you done?” I asked as he looked over frowning. “Babe…I… I think I’m a failure” He stammered out as the bartender walked over. I ordered myself a Diet Coke before Dexter interrupted. “I’ll take another Jack and Coke,” Dexter muttered immediately after.

I glared at Dexter. 

The bartender hesitated for half a second, debating whether he should have another but eventually nodded and walked away. “You aren’t a failure. We knew that they were fucking with the gimmick. Monday… you guys weren’t happy at WWE World. You put on a brave face for the fans” My eyes stayed soft as he put his head in his hands again. “But… that didn’t mean I needed to lose my job. Lose what I love” His eyes closed as I moved to hold his hand. The moment he flinched, I knew that he was anxious. “I know you loved it there” I said softly. “But you cannot let some corporation run by people who don’t understand wrestling decide your worth.”

The bartender returned with the drinks and slid them onto the counter.

I took a sip of my Diet Coke while Dexter stared silently at the fresh glass in front of him “This was more than a job.” His eyes stayed fixed on the bar. “I feel like we… let him down.”

Bray.

That’s what this was really about. “Is that honestly what you think?” I asked quietly, turning toward him completely.

“How could I not?” he snapped, his voice full of pain. “We were trusted with his vision. His ideas. That notebook full of insanity he carried around everywhere.” He laughed bitterly. “And now they released all of us. So obviously it wasn’t good enough. We weren’t good enough” “Dexter”  “He’s probably looking down right now wondering how we screwed it up so badly.”

“Stop.” He finally looked at me, the death spiral screeching to a halt.

“I’m gonna tell you something” I said seriously, taking both of his hands in mine. “And I need you to actually listen to me before you decide to spiral again.”

He stayed quiet. “This isn’t Hunter you are dealing with. This is a soulless corporation who chose your name off a list without knowing who the fuck you are. They do not know who Dexter Lumis or The Wyatt Sicks are” I paused as I squeezed his hands. “This isn’t personal to them,” I continued. “This isn’t Triple H sitting in a room going, ‘Yeah, Dexter Lumis failed.’ This is a corporation cutting names off a spreadsheet because the show’s changing and executives want numbers to look better.” Dexter stared at me without speaking.

“If Bray was still here?” I said gently. “There’s a good chance they would’ve cut him too”

That finally made him sit back a little. 

He knew I was right.

“They released Bo,” I reminded him quietly. “His own brother. Nobody’s untouchable there except maybe Roman.”

“You’re… right” His voice was different now. A lot closer to the man I fell in love with. Everything suddenly made sense. What felt so personal, was just the cherry on the sundae of bad booking, lazy creative, executives that didn’t listen, and a decision because a show was now going to be 2 hours long. “You did nothing wrong. None of you did anything wrong” I squeezed his hand as he nodded slowly. “And he’s proud of you. All of you. Just because you aren’t employed by TKO doesn’t mean the story ends. Does it change things? Yeah probably but now, Bo and the rest of you get to control this story” “Bo still has the notebook” He whispered as I nodded, squeezing his hand. “The story isn’t over then” I smiled as he looked down for a moment. “What happens next?” He asked as I sipped the Diet Coke once again. The air was lighter, the tension now dissolving. “Well,” I said, pulling my phone out to check the calendar, “for your career? Nothing for the next…” I pretended to count. “Eighty-nine days.” A small laugh filled the air. “Not that you’re counting” “Hey, I get eighty-nine days of you at home doing absolutely nothing productive. I’m taking advantage of every second.” “You think anybody’s gonna care in eighty-nine days?” he asked quietly.

I looked at him like he was insane.

“Dexter, there are people online threatening to cancel every subscription remotely tied to WWE because of this.”

“I guess we mattered,” he admitted softly before taking another sip of his drink.

We sat quietly for a moment before I smirked.

“You know, that bartender definitely thought you were too drunk for another drink.”

Dexter raised an eyebrow.

“Turns out you were just a depressed mess.”

“Hey,” he scoffed. “This is only my fourth drink.”

“Well,” I said as I grabbed my keys off the counter, “finish your fourth drink and then we’re going home. Somebody promised he’d organize the gym equipment in the garage this week, and getting released doesn’t magically get you out of it.”

For the first time all night, Dexter actually smiled.

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AEW DYNAMITE | 05.13.26

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when was somebody gonna tell me he's looking like this nowadays?? i need babyface ambrose with this physique @thefiendishqueen lol