Mitch my dear! If you're still doing the prompts, can I get "I can't hate you" with Mox?

Josie! Thank you so much for the Ask and I am so sorry that I’ve taken the longest time to answer it. I wanted to try something a little different with this prompt. Don’t worry, it’s still angsty as hell.

The reader is suffering from Hanahaki Disease - An ailment that causes someone to cough up flowers when they're experiencing unrequited love. 

Jon Moxley (CZW Era) X Male Reader WARNINGS - Hanahaki Disease. Blood. Description of “throwing up.” Angst. 

~ ~ ~

“Fuck’s your problem?” 

Despite the sudden slam of the door and the sharp edge to Mox’s voice, you didn’t flinch. Your head remained lowered as you scrubbed at the dried blood on your hands, ignoring the weight of your friend’s glare on the back of your neck. It had already been a long night and you were tired. Too tired to pretend that you wanted any conversation. Mox, however, was still riding high on the adrenaline from his match, restless energy rolling off him in waves as he paced behind you. 

“You hate me or something?” 

“No, Mox. I don’t… hate you.”  

You could never hate Mox. There were certainly moments when you could become incredibly frustrated with your friend, but it never crossed over into true hatred. You were too in love with Mox to hate him. As soon as you lifted your gaze to look at Mox’s reflection in the mirror, thick vines inside of your chest tightened their hold around your lungs. It was nearly impossible to take a real breath anymore. Your head dropped forward to rest against the mirror with your damp hands gripping the edge of the sink. 

Do. Not. Cough!

Coughing only made things worse and left you frantically trying to throw away handfuls of blood-stained flowers. 

The first petal appeared over a month ago. In the bathroom of another tiny, no-name venue whilst you stitched up Mox, a faint tickle started in your throat. You thought it was simply due to the cigarette hanging from your friend’s lips, but it didn’t get better when he left. Doubled-over the nearest toilet, you wretched and heaved until something unusually soft slid onto your tongue. Nothing could’ve prepared you for seeing that delicate pink petal, speckled with flecks of blood between your fingertips. 

In the beginning, you ignored it. Hiding any petals that you brought up in the bottom of trash cans or wrapping them in yards of toilet paper and flushing them. Out of sight, out of mind, right? If anyone asked about the sporadic coughing fits then you brushed them off with the explanation of a lingering chest cold. Of course, the roots buried themselves deeper in your chest with the more time that you spent in Mox’s company. Car rides were the hardest. Being trapped in such a confined space with him for hours at a time, road tripping to different towns and venues. The resulting coughing fits would leave you light-headed and sprawled weakly on the floor. 

“Well it sure as shit feels like you do.” 

Please don’t do this right now.

If you told Mox that you didn’t want to talk, he was sure to push the topic and you’d be in a stalemate. Both of you are far too stubborn in your ways to back down. You’re thrown off-balance by Mox roughly grabbing your hips and spinning you to face him, only inches separating you. The edge of the sink digs hard into the small of your back, but you’re frozen from shock. Vibrant blue eyes, dangerous and dazzling, fill your vision and you can no longer hold back the coughing.  

Tears quickly fill your eyes as sharp, thorns claw at the inside of your throat and your body shudders with each pained cough into your cupped hands. No. Please no. A sadly familiar scent burns your nostrils - floral and rich - and fills the bathroom. Mox does nothing, but stare. His eyes flicker down to watch the petals fall between your fingers and land in a small pile at your feet. In any other circumstance, they’d be considered beautiful. Not when they’re stained dark red instead of their usual soft pink.

Your knees tremble and buckle, sending you crumbling to the floor with a hard thump and, finally, Mox moves. His hands grab your shoulders in an attempt to keep you upright whilst kneeling in front of you, crushing some of the petals. Even when the petals stopped, you could hardly take a deep enough breath to fill your lungs and ease your dizziness. You slumped forward with your forehead landing on Mox’s shoulder and hands smearing fresh blood on his bare thighs. 

There was no hiding it anymore. 

“I can’t hate you, Moxie…” 

You can barely raise your voice above a whisper although, in the quietness of the room, it’s loud enough for Mox to hear you. This wasn’t meant to happen like this. When you’ve allowed yourself to imagine confessing your feelings to Mox, it was miles away from a grimy bathroom after a show. You’d be somewhere more private - maybe a hotel room - where you didn’t have to worry about strangers interrupting the moment. 

But you had no other choice. So there on the bathroom floor, still dressed in your damn ring-gear, you confessed your biggest secret. 

“I love you.”

~ 

i am so normal abt my dnd character…i’ve never understood liking ur oc so much and hyperfixating on them, but. this year………i have done it fellas

starbsberry my man yu've got like uber autism its so cool

omgg hehe thank u✨✨✨✨💥💥💥💥💥💥💥‼‼

*comes running so fast I slam into the wall* BABYBEL WRAPPER-

YIPPEE!! :D

I love walking through the forests tbh. Very calming and aesthetic and just a big vibe

ALSO BE CAREFUL ABOUT MY WALLS, THEY LIKE TO JUMP OUT AND PUNT ME SOMETIMES (/j /silly)

if I may ask, how exactly did goopy get masked?

also side note that I feel a little bit weird about sending because I'm nervous about overstepping but future by jack stauber seems very goopycore to me..

rubbing my vile little hands together OKAY!! so I planned on writing literally everything pre-mask down in like one neat little story but I haven't exactly. finished yet. I will try to be brief :3

After many weeks of all the slaving away and group bonding slash therapy slash imminent death scenarios, eventually Goopy and co didn't meet their quota on time. none of them actually know for certain what happens (only rumor that it's bad) so when the sirens start blaring out in space after leaving Gordion, the first thing on the captain's mind is something along the lines of, "they're going to send people out to execute us" or whatever. so, they make a very panic-fueled decision to quickly try and re-route the ship to the most habitable (???) place they can think of, either March or Vow, in an (again, panicked) attempt to evade these "executioners". probably March. anyway, well, the ship does behave as normal, but it doesn't exactly stop the company's disciplinary procedures. mid transit, they all still get that very rude awakening when they're forcefully ejected from the ship, and, at least for Goopy, the shock of it all has him out cold within the first like, ten seconds, only really catching a glimpse of all of his found family quickly turning to specks in the void, and a nearby, quickly-approaching celestial body.. Anyway :] you know how objects in motion in space don't really... slow down? or stop? ever? Goopy's unconscious body is just free floating right towards this thing. it doesnt take long for him to just enter the atmosphere, barreling down into a blistering-cold hell and slamming into a mountain of fresh snow. fucking everything in this boy's body may as well be broken, but he's not dead!! miraculously!!! Eventually he wakes up of course, and holy fuck the pain is almost immediate. he's hurt, scared, confused, and cold as all hell, and unable to move an inch with anything he owns. so he does the last thing he can think of, and that's just to weakly cry out names in hopes that any of his buddies he's come to cherish will hear him and rescue him somehow. but. unfortunately, it only seemed to attract unwanted attention...

EDIT: I FORGOT ABOUT THE SECOND PART OF THIS ASK nonono not at all not overstepping even a little bit I think it's awesome that ppl make connections with my fellas with other stuff!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I did watch it before typing this all out (probably why I forgot) and I definitely see where you're coming from YEEE 🤝🤝 GOOD angst good drama!!!!!!

Too hot

Can't sleep

Well I'm going to pass out soon so I hope everyone had a few moments to calm down because itt's time to mention this

@rabid-mercenary15 @dia-smthidk @bunnybunnsowo

I dont know if you all noticed but now you know why I asked for your favorite colors

I did my best to match the more specific ones but traditional is difficult

Happy Christmas!! 😁

very tempted to summon all of my mutuals into whiteboard fox and watch the chaos that ensues

Okay so long story short, Max had a WWE tryout for Regal 7 years ago. Regal was very impressed, but thought he was too young, so he requested monthly updates. After 3 months, he sent Max a VICIOUS email telling him to not waste his time and Max basically wanted to kill himself as a result (I don't blame him, that email was horrific) and Regal was nothing less than amused that Max had held onto it for 7 years and offered Max a shot at him, but Max didn't take it

So it feels like Max face turn

Oh shit... So Regal is going back to his true Villainous ways? (THANK YOU ARIIIIIIN!!! <3 )

Bit of a spoiler for the next part of the Wonder Arc, but I liked it so much that I had to show it off right away.

How could you do this to me /lh

maybe i'll make like a post collectin all the reasons why majma n nishiki could be friends, or at least have some sort of understandin with each other...

🩵HAPPY BIRTHDAY @drunkin-kong-donic 🥳 🎁 🎉🎊🥰💛

I wish you a wonderful day my awesome fren 💖💖💖

do they have a “comfort outfit” or a go to look? if so, why did they choose those pieces? - for diavoloooo

send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic. (accepting!)

they do! typically, dia's comfy outfits consist of long silky evening gowns when in the privacy of a hotel or safe house or home, usually coupled with leggings & slippers. comfy out-&-about outfits look like loose tucked in open shirts & simple fitted trousers, often loose fitting sheer/chiffon tops too. by habit, especially during/pre-vento, dia wears gloves almost all the time, which is predominantly due to paranoia but does provide comfort. they also enjoy wearing long coats during cooler weather & at night. the reason for most of these is simply an appreciation of the look, but also personal comfort.

New pfp, new me! I'm still gonna spend most of my time here reblogging funnies.

Art by the Wonderful Magnanimous Auspicious Supreme Chief Overlord Mutual @seashellnautilus

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPARKLES!!!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH MULLL💛💛💛💛💛💕