#Mox writes

[fr4nkie0stein]

pls can we have holt/jackson dating witch gn reader where they get into a fight but ends with fluff I understand if not but thank you for reading :)

Yes of course! Please enjoy :3

Apology Accepted

Pairings: Holt Hyde x gender neutral witch reader, Jackson Jekyll x gender neutral witch reader

Summary: when you and Holt get into a fight, Jackson takes over to help apologize

Content warning(s): mentions of a fight, fluffy ending as requested :3

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You loved both of your boyfriends, but sometimes Holt could be a bit much. Take for example earlier that day. You'd been trying to practice some spells for homework but kept getting distracted because of how loud his music was.

Holt got upset when you asked him to turn it down, and it escalated into a fight pretty quickly. You grabbed your stuff and left, deciding to finish your work somewhere else. Part of you wanted to go back and apologize, but your pride wouldn't let you, especially when it was technically his fault.

"Hey," Jackson's soft voice called out as he hesitantly approached you. "I just wanted to come and apologize. I- I know it wasn't my fault, technically, but I still feel really bad."

A faint smile formed on your face at his attempted apology. "It's fine. I'm not that upset, I just needed to get some air. I forgive you, both of you, so don't worry."

It was as if a weight had been lifted from Jackson's shoulders. Sure, he wasn't the one who caused you to be upset, but he still couldn't help but feel just a tad bit guilty for it happening. "Good, I'm glad to hear it. Do- do you want to hang out again, maybe?"

You let out a quiet chuckle at his bashful nature. No matter how long you'd been together, he still always got so nervous around you. "Absolutely. I'd love nothing more."

Fin ××

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[moxtoons]

So, for, uh, research and not fanfiction purposes, obviously... how did Stickler and Fancy meet, and how did they fall in love?

LOL OKAY SO BE READY FOR A LONG ASS RANT

We've seen in the show how the Imps have numbers instead of names right? And the numbers we see are like.. in the 100s (We see this on their lunches in the fridge)

I imagine Fancy was one of the original crew. She was Imp#08, but knew she was more than a number so started going by "Fancy". She's the head of the war division and is a loyal and diligent worker. She's always admired Stickler for his own work ethic, but they had never met.

UNTIL the devil throws his party in the Sweater off Dead episode. She was in the middle of a HUGE assignment in War, when suddenly the Devil turned the War room into a party, successfully ruining her plans, which were time sensitive. She tried to get her fellow imps back on track, but they refused. In frustration and a lack of desire to party, she leaves and sits behind the soul vault since it was the only quiet spot she could find.

She stays there until Stickler comes in with a sigh and a groan. His auditing/rule book that he had for eons was destroyed and he had to start over. That's how they meet. She comes out and offers to help him recount the souls and rebuild his documents.

Devil sees them together on his way to his bedroom and sees the imp is *flirting* with Stickler. He gets the idea to have her do part-time helping Stickler to keep him preoccupied so Stickler doesn't bother him. Of course, Fancy sees this as a promotion and gladly accepts.

During their time together, Fancy starts to take Stickler to the surface when work is done for the day to show him how to relax. She sneaks them into the Inkwell library for nights of reading together and goes to a creek to lay back, and gets to know him better. During this, they start to fall for each other, but being the workaholics they are they both say nothing as it would be "unprofessional"

One morning Fancy is coming out of the Imp quarters to find the Devil arguing with Stickler, who was chastizing him about rules and his lack of soul collecting. She witnesses the Devil blasting him and for a moment her heart stops because she doesn't know he has the invisible sweater. Once she sees he's okay, she shakily goes back to work. When Stickler joins her, Fancy hugs him and immediately tells him how glad she was that he's okay. He's surprised anyone values his life in such a way, which makes her finally admit she loves him.

Stickler doesn't know what to make of it at first. They're coworkers, but with all of their shared lunches (Since his are always stolen) and evenings of relaxation, and his admiration for her work ethic, he stops being able to hold back.

[selamat-linting]

also re: prev post while im at it seth rollins is not just the guy who wear funky clothes and talk like the joker. he is Not Just the destroyer of the shield and roman's tormentor. he is not some guy ppl erased in fanfics or write as a one dimensional douchebag so roman and dean can boink without interruption. his feelings for roman is as multifaceted as roman's feelings to both seth and dean.

that chairshot was calculated. its double edge sword. if seth just wants to trigger and distract roman there are other ways that doesnt involve him dying by the chairshot. he said it himself that he made roman that way, he fully acknowledged his responsibility and paints a target on his back on the cody match so roman can have his moment of catharsis and also so roman can lose everything. seth wants to get hurt just like he used to hurt roman. its regret, its atonement, seth is going to hurt himself so he could hurt roman and from there he hoped losing the title could stop roman from digging himself in a hole of obsessive behavior and self destruction. maybe there are kinder ways to apologize but seth is also resentful and petty. the hate is still very real and its cruelty is as intense as the enduring love and care seth felt about him despite all those years and denial. those two guys are fucked up and their love language is stabbing each other in the back.

[nextstopwonderland]

Filed under: things we basically already knew

[muttmoxley]

BLESSED AND BLOODIED: JON MOXLEY

HWA 2008, werkingstiffx, clear night by charles wright, megofwands, muttmoxley, bloodmoxley, werkingstiffx, muttmoxley + house of wolves by mcr

[kwyoz]

wow, i love when the dragon age fandom is very normal about veilguard's companions being pansexual and totally not being lowkey really fucking pan and bi phobic.

[saturatedsinset]

no time left to kill | aew

wheeler yuta/claudio castagnoli, blackpool poly club | 2k | teen+

"stop eavesdropping, wheeler," claudio says, stern.

[sweetlysniffly]

Hayfever Haze

Fandom: Hell//uva B//oss

Summary: Mill//ie’s run out of hayfever medicine, and it’s got Moxx//ie’s in a bit of a daze.

A/N: Im sure if you follow me you know how much I say that I want Millie content, so I finally got off my ass and wrote a little something. This is like, my first full kink fic so bear with me. Both m&m have the kink in this fic btw, as per my headcanon. I might do a part 2 depending on if people like this or not so let me know what you think 💕

There were a couple things Blitz knew he could depend on whenever he walked into IMP. Loona doing anything but working, something heavy falling on Moxxie, and Millie's megawatt smile. One of those things was missing this morning.

"Mills?" Blitz called, only for his coworker to shush him with a finger to his lips.

"Sir, could you be any louder?"

"Well sure I can, Mox, but you'd have to buy me dinner first-

Moxxie rolled his eyes, "Eugh. Sir, I mean it. Look."

Moxxie turned Blitz's head to see Millie, sitting at the conference table in her typical spot, head down in her arms. Was she...crying? He couldn't hear any sobbing, and Moxxie would probably be all over her-

Blitz's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of snoring. He watched as Millie's head turned and the sound became less muffled.

"Normally I'd say something about not paying you to sleep on the job-

"Sir, we don't have a client today-

"Shut up, Mox! Can't you see your wife is trying to sleep? Now, I was going to say that normally I'd say something but she...doesn't look too good."

Blitz was right. The position Millie passed out in didn't look especially comfortable, especially for her neck. Her nose and eyes were flushed red, and her mouth was slightly agape as she slept. There were crumpled-up tissues on the table around her and floor at her feet, and a red gingham handkerchief loose in her hand.

Blitz got intense, staring Moxxie in the eyes. "What happened? Did you hurt her, Moxxie? Cause I swear-

"What? No sir, I would never!" Moxxie sighed, gesturing towards his poor wife, as if it was obvious. "She has really bad allergies this time of year: not used to the city trees, and we ran out of her allergy medicine. She was up all night because she couldn't breath through her nose."

Blitz noticed that Moxxie seemed a little...less confident than when he normally spoke. He could chalk it up to trying to be quiet so he doesn't wake Millie up, but there was something else there too. He didn't have too much time to dwell on it before they whipped their heads to a sound from across the room.

“Hupt'TSCHUH!!”

Sniffles and a tired moan followed her audible heavy sneeze. Millie brought a hanky up to her face to blow, but was unsuccessful as only a squeak emitted from her nose.

"Guh..." Millie lifted her head from the table. "Sorry 'bout the mess, B, I'll clean it up." She sniffed loudly, rubbing her the sleep from her itchy, irritated eyes. Moxxie, ever the gentleman, scrambled to clean the tissues up before his wife could.

"You sure you should be here, Mills? No offense but you look like death warmed over."

"Thanks, B." Millie mumbled with slight irritation in her tone. "It's these damn trees and all the pollen in the air. Its different than back home. Didn't know I had allergies 'till I moved here.” She sat up, aiming to be spry and attentive to the assignment. “What's on the agenda for today?" She punctuated her sentence with a thick sniffle. Her usually energy was gone, her voice showing clear signs of a scratchy throat and thick congestion.

Blitz side eyed Moxxie, unsure of how to react. Can you let an employee have sick leave for allergies? She'd probably just get them caught on a mission with all her sniffling and sneezing. Well its his business, he reasoned, he can do whatever he wants.

He went back to his daily boss monologuing routine. “Well, I was thinking that-

"hupT'SCHUh! hechT-CHIEW ! huh...heuhh....HUdshcHhH! Sngkkk." Millie wiped her dripping nose on her sleeve. “Bless me. Sorry, boss.”

Blitz resumed. “That since you can't go two seconds without sneezing, Loonie and I will go out and get your medicine while you and Mox stay back and get some rest.” He wrapped his arms around Loona to give her a hug. She scowled, and although she didn't hug back, she didn't push him off. Blitz grinned.

"We can't really go on a mission with you sneezing so much, Mills, we'd probably get caught. And Stolas and I aren't exactly on...peachy terms right now so we can't expect him to come save us if we do."

Moxxie put a hand on her back, assuring her that neither he nor Blitz thought any less of her or her capabilities. Moxxie could tell how bad her allergies were back at the apartment, but she insisted she was fine. She couldn't skip work over allergies! And she definitely didn't need to.

"I'm fine, Blitz, really."

Moxxie took her hand. "Millie, honey, Blitz is right. We need our strongest fighter in tip top shape." He tapped her nose and smiled reassuringly, hoping she'd take the compliment. The second his finger lifted however, he noticed Millie's eyes shutting and her head leaning up. She lifted her hand to cover the sneeze, forgetting her husband’s fingers were still interlinked with hers.

"hUT'zchiEEWww!! snff...snff"

As the spray hit his hand, Moxxie felt an electricity spread through his skin. Heat rose into his cheeks as blood also rushed to...other areas of his body. He took in a small, but noticeably sharp, breath. "B-bless you, honey." He stuttered out.

Millie turned, a bit mortified. "Ugh, sniff sniff, sorry honey. It snuck up on mbe." She patted down her pockets, looking for something to clean off his hand with, only to come up with used tissues. "I'b all outta tissues." She snuffled, and it came out louder than she thought it would be. "Exusbe mbe."

Blitz quickly glanced down the same place Moxxie had glanced. Ohhhh. That makes sense, he thought to himself. He'd noticed Moxxie's...peculiar behavior around sneezing before, but he always chalked it up to being uptight. Moxxie could be pretty hoity toity sometimes, so Blitz always assumed his gunman was a germaphobe. But a part of him always wondered if it was more than that.

He had his answer now. He watched with a smug grin on his face as Moxxie shyly offered Millie a handkerchief from his inner coat pocket. God, how did he manage to be that much of a gentleman while he was that horny?

"We'll get some more tissues too. I was gonna run out anyway. Your snot isn't the only...bodily fluid that comes out frequently here. Bye M&M!"

Loona didn't look up from her phone as she walked out the door. Blitz lingered in the doorway a while, locking eyes with Moxxie. He taunted his employee, watching him blush harder as a shit eating grin spread across his face.

"Have fun while we're gone. Bye, Millie Billieeeeee!”

Millie watched them walk out the door before slumping her head on his husbands shoulder. “I think all this congestion is makin’ mby head tense up.”

At the sound of her suddenly lower, raspier voice softly hitting his ears, Moxxie felt his tail pointing and smiled. “I can help with that…”

TBC…

[totallyboatless]

I started listening to Jon Moxley's book on a walk and a few minutes in he compares wrestling to Shakespeare which led to me doing an embarrassing and involuntary fist pump in public

[dunkzillla]

Person A and Person B trying to bake a cake from scratch from memory and messing up. I think that would be marvelous with just about any Mox ship.

oh bcc before implosion my beloved! this was fun to write, thank you sarah!

mox/yuta but implies mox/yuta/eddie and also mox/renee!

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“I’ll Google the recipe.”

“Nah, I know how to make a cake, Yoots.”

Yuta raises his eyebrows at Mox, who’s pulling flour, butter, sugar and eggs out of their respective homes and dumping them on the counter. It was his idea to bake Eddie a cake, because he feels bad that they’ve not been able to visit him in a while and it was his birthday and he just wanted to do something nice for him. But of course, Mox is going to make this whole thing way more difficult than it should be.

“I mean yeah so do I but I don’t know how much of stuff we need.” Yuta says, and he’s tapping in ‘chocolate cake’ recipe into Google, before Mox is plucking the phone out of his hand and shoving it on top of the kitchen cabinets. Eddie’s kitchen cabinets, which probably haven’t been dusted or cleaned in god knows how long.

“Hey!”

“We don’t need a recipe, babe, I’ve seen Renee do this a bunch of times. It’s all like one to two or one to one ratios.” Mox says, and Yuta stares at him, Mox, with all new bald head and scruffy beard, the toothpick sticking out of his mouth as he chews on it, thinks he’s watched Renee bake a cake enough times to know how to do it by heart.

He holds his hands up, he’ll let Mox do what he wants, and when the cake turns out shit, he’ll take great delight in letting Eddie know that he had absolutely nothing to do with it.

As it turns out, Mox doesn’t know how to make a cake with no recipe.

The first batch is more like a cookie dough because Mox adds way too much flour and as soon as he adds extra eggs it goes all gooey and lumpy. They throw it away and start again, and Mox still doesn’t concede that they need to Google it.

The second batch curdles, but it at least resembles cake batter, and Mox declares it a success and puts it in the oven.

Which, he then pushes Yuta against the counter and makes out with him the whole time, almost missing the timer (that he’d blindly set for like 40 minutes, because apparently that’s how long they take to cook) going off.

The cake is burnt to shit and sets the fire alarm off. It wakes Eddie up from his med induced nap and he shouts “Hey! What the fuck are you doing to my kitchen in there?”

It’s stuck in the tins, and Yuta’s pretty sure that no amount of scrubbing or soaking is going to get the concrete like cake off the sides and bottoms.

“Alright, I give up, we’ll buy him a cake from the store.”

Yuta points to the top of the cupboard, where his phone is still sitting. “You could have just let me Google the recipe. Pretty sure Renee’s recipe is probably online.”

Mox slides his fingers into Yuta’s and pushes him against the counter, kissing him again. “Now where would the fun in that be?” He hums, and Yuta can’t help but laugh against his mouth.

“You’re such an idiot.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah, I do—“

“Hey! What the hell is taking so long with my cake?” Eddie shouts from the living room, and Mox just grins wide.

“Let’s go blow him and distract him while you order something on that phone of yours.”

Yuta doesn’t need to be told twice.

[fr4nkie0stein]

Angel Dust dating a transmasc reader

Content warning(s): mentions of Hell (as in the location), mentions of drinking/allusions to alcoholism, brief references to Angel's job as a porn star, some crude humor, mentions of Valentino (ew) and allusions of abuse from him to Angel

Okay first of all I'm going to be perfectly clear when I say this: Angel is going to flirt with you when you first meet regardless of what you look like. If you don't outwardly reject his advances he won't stop completely, but he will tone it down some if you make it clear you're not interested in a one night stand

At some point he ends up spilling a bit more about his life than he usually would, probably having come back from a long shift working for Valentino and downing one too many cocktails before unloading all of his problems onto you. He wakes up the next morning tucked safely in his bed with Fat Nuggets by his side, having fallen asleep crying in your lap the night before

He hastily tries to find you so he can figure out what it is he said, but you merely waved it off. After all, everyone needs to vent every once in a while, right? And if he doesn't remember what he talked about, then you don't either (wink wink)

Relieved that you won't go around spilling all of his secrets, he ends up growing closer to you since you now know more about him than he ever planned on sharing, your close friendship eventually growing into a relationship that's even closer

He can and will call you sugar tits if you're okay with it I'm so sorry 😭 he'll stop if it genuinely makes you uncomfortable but if not then that's his go to nickname for you, even if you've had top surgery

Speaking of which, he'll definitely help you pay for any sort of surgeries you may want or if you plan on going on T (or whatever Hell's equivalent of that is, anyway), since he probably has at least some money set aside from all the pornos he makes

Oh and he will never let you in the studio with him btw. It's nothing against you, of course, as he loves and adores you...but that's precisely why he wants you to stay away. Valentino was able to sink his teeth into him already, and he doesn't want the same thing to end up happening to you

Anything else about his life you're more than welcome to be a part of, from where he stays at the hotel to when he goes out partying with Cherri Bomb. He actually appreciates it when you scold him from having too much to drink, because he knows you genuinely care about him and don't want to see him getting hurt

Other than Cherri Bomb, you're one of the only people he trusts. You're his safe space, someone who he feels comfortable crying in front of and leaving Fat Nuggets with in case he has to be gone for a while. Out of everyone in Hell, you're the demon who seems to care about him the most, and he will forever love you for that <3

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[junglemax]

darby’s ideas maybe aren’t the brightest.

[mini drabble]

“Jesus Christ,” Mox groans when he sees Darby.

Darby smiles and waves with his arm that’s currently in a cast. “Hey, Jon. Look what I got.”

“What did you do now?”

“He jumped out of a tree,” Jay huffs. “I tried to stop him, but his skull is so thick he can’t get common sense into his brain anymore.” He pokes at Darby. “You’ll do anything to get out of work, won’t you?”

“Well, duh,” Darby says, rolling his eyes. “But that’s not why I broke my arm.”

“You broke your arm on purpose? Oh, this should be good,” Mox grumbles. “Enlighten us on why you thought this would be a good idea?”

Darby points to the other side of the food court where a boy sits at one of the tables, studying. “Him.”

“Darby, you did not just break your arm for a boy,” Jay gasps.

“Listen! I don’t know his name! I say hi to him every day and he knows my name, and I can’t just ask him at this point. It’s too late in the game for that. So, he’ll sign my cast, and I’ll know his name. Problem solved.”

“That is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Mox deadpans. “Get out of my face.” He walks by, pushing Darby’s face away as he stomps away.

“It’s for a good cause!” Darby yells back. He turns to Jay. “Gimme a marker. I’m gonna have him sign it.”

Jay sighs and gives him a marker. “You are ridiculous.”

Darby makes his way over to the boy with curly hair.

The boy gasps the second he sees Darby’s arm. “What happened?”

“Fell out of a tree,” Darby shrugs. “You know how it is. Wanna sign my cast?”

“Sure, but I don’t have a marker-“

“Here,” Darby says, handing him one.

“Oh, thanks.” He pulls Darby’s arm up carefully, and signs it. “There you go. I’ll be off, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Darby.”

“See ya,” Darby says, taking the marker back.

As the boy walks away, Darby looks at his cast. His eyes widen and he looks up, still able to see a bit of curly hair, and he yells after him, slightly panicked and doomed.

“You signed it Jungle Boy?”

[moxtoons]

I recently saw your LudDice idea, and a new song from one of my favorite artists made a new song yesterday, and I think it works (maybe not)

Do you think that "This Is What Losing Someone Feels Like" would work (Dice singing)?

OKAY SO The lyrics from this are so perfect for their breakup in my headcanon and I'm INSANE

This was perfect thank you! Also - Thank you for this I'm so glad to see some of my moots/followers like my LudDice content!

[bang-bang-gang]

when i apologise for having brainworms most of the time i mean i’m making Everything about hangman and swerve, but a lot of the time i also mean i’m making Everything about hangman and swerve and mox. even though i know the latter one doesnt make a lot of sense looking at like, reality.

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Good Enough Dad"

*contains blood and crying*

*This is a family au where Jeff Hardy is Mox's dad so I made Jeff fifty-six because I can*

“Jesus! That kid can pack a punch! I thought he would go easy on his old man… should've known better” Jeff says as he limps to his locker room. He refused to go to medical despite what his brother Matt was telling him because he wanted some time to himself. “Alright, let's look at the damage…” Jeff says to himself. He limps to the bathroom mirror and groans at all the bruises and bite marks all across his body. 

“Shit, those look gnarly” Jeff says to himself. He then sighs as he sees how his body has become. He has a bit of pudge that goes over his belt and not to mention the gray strands that are littered in his long dark hair. He's fifty-six so he understands that he only has a few years left in the ring. But it still hurts when everytime he looks in the mirror he just sees how he's not the top star anymore. 

“I'm just gonna be another washed-up nobody that people will forget about sooner or later” Jeff thought to himself. With one last look in the mirror, Jeff balled up his fist and punched the mirror causing it to shatter into pieces. “FUCK!!!” Jeff screams as he feels glass go in his hand. He groans as he watches blood steadily drip from his hand. “Goddammit… why do I always do this to myself?” Jeff mutters to himself. 

He limps back to the bench and looks for a pair of tweezers for the glass. While looking through his gym bag, he doesn't hear the door quietly open and shut. “Hey dad, I wanted to see if you were ok?” Mox says as he enters the room. “O-Oh hey son! I just have some bruises and I'm limping a bit but I'm ok!” Jeff says nervously as he tries to hide his hand behind his back. Mox gives him a look which means he knows he's lying. 

“You never were a good liar dad” Mox says casually. Jeff just sighs as he shows Mox his injured hand. “Jesus fuck dad! What happened?” Mox says concerned. “I punched a mirror… I've been through worse” Jeff says as he watches his son sit on a bench across from him. “What can be worse than glass in your hand?” Mox asks as he looks through his gym bag. “How about having my son nearly rip my earlobe off with a pen on live tv?” Jeff says with a laugh. “Yeah, I'm sorry about that” Mox says embarrassingly.

“Don't worry about it! Me and your uncle Matt did much worse back in the day” Jeff says with a nostalgic look. “Really? I know you guys are high flyers but I could never see you do deathmatches or anything like that” Mox says truthfully as he pulls out the tweezers. “How about us jumping off ladders and putting a guy through a burning table with dislocated arms and blood dripping down our faces? Can you see us doing that?” Jeff asks proudly as he sees stars in Mox's eyes. 

“That's so cool! Ok now this is gonna hurt so I'm warning you now” Mox says as he nears his dad's hand with the tweezers. Jeff hisses a bit as he feels the bits of glass getting removed from his hand. “Why did you punch a mirror?” Mox asks curiously. “It's nothing for you to worry about kiddo” Jeff says nonchalantly as he tries to look away. “Was it because I beat you?” Mox asks sadly, causing Jeff to automatically look back at him. 

“No sweetheart! You beat me fair and square and I'm proud of you for that!” Jeff says truthfully. “Then how come you didn't shake my hand?” Mox asks, causing Jeff to start picking invisible dust from his pants to distract himself. “It was because I was wrapped up in my own head” he says quietly. “About what? Come on dad, you make me vent about my problems and shit all the time” Mox says seriously, causing Jeff to sigh. 

“When I came back here and I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a tired old man. I'm fifty-six so I know I only have a few years left in this business. Fighting you tonight made me see a future where I'm gonna be a washed-up nobody that people will forget about sooner or later. I wouldn't be surprised if they took me out back and shot me like a dying dog! When people hear the name Jeff Hardy they won't remember the top star that defied the odds but a pathetic recovering drug addict who was barely good enough to pass by.” Jeff explains as he puts his head down and feels himself start to cry. 

A couple moments passed by before Jeff felt his son lunge at him and gave him a hug. “If people don't remember you as a legend then they're fucking wrong” Mox mumbles, surprising Jeff. “Also you're not a pathetic recovering drug addict. You're my dad who decided to raise me when you were just eighteen and lived your whole life as a single parent.

Sure you struggled with addiction but I did too and you went to rehab the moment I did which I'm happy you did. If it wasn't for you then I wouldn't have become an awesome wrestler. If people don't remember you as a good enough wrestler then they'll remember that you're a good enough dad to me” Mox continues as he tucks his head in between his dad's shoulder and neck. 

Jeff felt tears streaming down his face but they weren't tears of sadness but of pure happiness. “At least I have one person in my corner who doesn't think I'm a screw up” he says as he hugs Mox back. “I love you too much to ever think of you like that dad” Mox says truthfully. “Love you too kiddo” Jeff says as he lightly kisses Mox's forehead. They still like that for a few minutes until Mox backs away. 

“Ok enough mushy stuff! Are you ready for the peroxide?” Mox asks as he grabs the bottle. “Lay it on me squirt!” Jeff says with a smile, causing Mox to roll his eyes. He grunts a bit at the sting of the peroxide on his hand. “You think you and uncle Matt could ever teach me that move you were talking about earlier?” Mox asks curiously, causing Jeff to smile at him. “That depends if you're willing to risk fucking yourself up to the extreme” Jeff says seriously as his son starts wrapping up his hand. 

“Did you forget I already do that for a living?” Mox asks, causing both of them to laugh. “We'll talk about it at the hotel! Now, how about we go get some food? My treat!” Jeff says as he grabs his gear bag. “I don't know dad… wouldn't uncle Matt be pissed when he finds out where we're going?” Mox asks worryingly. “Would you rather him find out about this or find out about you making out with Claudio in the storage closet earlier?” Jeff says with a smirk, causing his son to blush embarrassingly. 

“I'm suddenly craving burgers” Mox says, trying to change the subject as he grabs his bag. “Lead the way kiddo!” Jeff says with a laugh as they walk out the door. He may only have a few years left in the ring and the people may not remember him as a top star but at least he'll know he's a good enough dad for his son. That's something he's proud to be known for…

[firstfcllen]

Okay I'm gonna test Millie, I'll write up her canon divergence l8r