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Moxxie dating someone who is very overprotective of him and always stands up for him whenever he gets made fun of by blitz, etc
Perfect for him! We all know he needs someone to have his back
Moxxie dating an overprotective reader headcanons (gender neutral)
Content warning(s): mention of bullying/name calling, mentions of weapons/threatened violence, brief mention of Moxxie's traumatic childhood, I think that's it?? If not please lmk
Moxxie's not very good at standing his ground when people make fun of him (*cough* Blitzø *cough*) so you'd be the perfect person for him, other than of course Millie
He's a bit of a pushover, and won't often speak up in defense for himself. Even when he does, his soft spoken and anxious manner means his concerns get brushed over
You, however, will not let any sort of disrespect towards him slide, meaning people who know you well are mostly too afraid to say something about him with you there. You're not above threatening people who dare to speak bad about him, whether it's with a gun, knife, or even a pen if need be
When I.M.P. went to the Greed circle of hell you absolutely did not take any sort of disrespect from his dad, whether that was towards Moxxie or you. Imagine the scene in that episode where Millie attacked all the demons at the "wedding" except it was both her and you (for the sake of these headcanons, let's just say she's a close friend)
Not even Blitzø is immune or safe from your threats. One time he said something only mildly offensive to Moxxie but because you were already having a bad day you threatened to strangle him with his own tail if he said it again
Moxxie is really lucky to have such a protective and loving partner like you, even if you do tend to occasionally go a bit overboard
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#mox writes#moxs asks#helluva boss#helluva boss imagines#helluva boss imagine#helluva boss x reader#helluva boss headcanons#helluva boss moxxie#helluva boss moxxie imagines#helluva boss moxxie imagine#helluva boss moxxie x reader#helluva boss moxxie headcanons
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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.
#Mox answers#Mox rambles#FancyStickler#Fancy imp#Stickler cuphead#THIS IS A HUGE RAMBLE AND I AM SO SORRY#I have so many feelings about the bg imp and her tired husband!#Mox writes#I have a fic I've been writing about these two for a while and OMFG i love them#midnightdemonz on blog#Hopefully this is coherent-
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Okay I'm gonna test Millie, I'll write up her canon divergence l8r
#shrieks | ooc |#again probably not going to get into her relationship with mox too much#unless someone i trust his writing him#i'm debating if just never together or if divorced#which is funny because in reds canon divergent stella they're happily married and then in mine they're divorced#whomp whomp
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Girl! I didn't know you were into Helluva Boss! How long have you've been in the fandom?
I’ve watched the show since the pilot back in 2019, which feels like forever ago LMAOO
This is the most active I’ve ever been with the fandom tho bc the brainrot about striker specifically has been so bad for months, you don’t even know, and the new ep fed me so much😭
I need y’all to understand i am obsessed with him
#the cowboy is everything to me#a character has not dominated my headspace this badly in years#like i have an album for just striker#it is SO bad#i love all the characters obvs#i wouldn’t watch the show if i didn’t like IMP and stolas#moxxie was my fave for the longest time#and then Striker happened#i still love mox tho#richard horvitz is always a win#i do have my issues with the show writing wise#it’s def messy#i enjoy it regardless bc that’s just how i consume my media#i can still criticize and enjoy at the same time#some ppl in this fandom have an issue with that#like it’s wild on twitter how ppl react to criticism of the show#yikes my guy#helluva boss#helluva boss striker
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Three Point Turn
After last nights Dynamite I just had to write something about the differences of the roles the BCC play in Yuta’s life. Regal weaselled his way in there despite being gone.
Title: Three Point Turn
Pairings: Wheeler Yuta/Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli/Bryan Danielson, past involvement of William Regal.
Rating/Warnings: Mature, Face Slapping, Spanking, Whipping with a Belt, Discipline, Light Dom/Sub.
Summary: They all have a different role as mentors, as lovers, and Yuta could not ask for anything more, and he wouldn’t want anything less.
Word Count: 3,645
AO3
They are all different to him. Not one has the same role as the other, especially now that Regal is gone. They all love him, that is their only connecting factor when it comes to the way that Bryan, Mox and Claudio treat Yuta.
Yuta’s cheek burns as they walk to the back. Mox is furious, spitting venom over and over about the Bucks, how he’s going to kill them on Sunday, that there’s going to be so much blood he’s going to swim in it. Claudio is quiet, walking beside Mox, gently moving him out of the way when it looks like he’s going to walk straight into a ring box because he’s too amped up to look where he’s going. Bryan is beside Yuta, quiet, with a simmering rage underneath his cool exterior. Yuta knows the slaps are not the last of his discipline tonight. There will be more, Yuta will be on his knees in the hotel with Bryan looming above him. He will be bent over the bed, taking a lashing. Bryan will discipline him, and Claudio will watch, only a breath away so that he’s right there if Yuta needs him. Mox will chain smoke on the balcony. Mox will not watch Yuta be punished.
They all have a different role as mentors, as lovers, and Yuta could not ask for anything more, and he wouldn’t want anything less.
When they get into the locker room, Mox swings an arm over his shoulder and brings him into his chest, placing a noisy kiss on his forehead. “Proud of ya, did great out there babe.” He says quietly to him, and there’s a soft smile on his face, even though his whole body is still twitching with the need to use up all his pent up energy.
Claudio squeezes his shoulder, but he doesn’t say anything. Yuta lost the match. Yuta didn’t cover correctly on his pin attempt, and then they lost the match. Sure, the Bucks interfered, but if Yuta had covered correctly, they would have won. This is Yuta’s loss.
Back when Regal was here, they would instantly be reviewing the tape, watching to see where they went wrong, pointing out what could be done better, but highlighting areas in which Yuta had done well, and improved on. It’s not like that anymore. Where Regal used to be a culmination of all of them, he is now a crater, empty and missing inside of Yuta’s heart. Regal used to comfort, discipline and teach Yuta all in one. Now Yuta only gets one from each of his three partners.
Claudio is his teacher, his companion, his friend. When they train, it is Claudio who he locks up in the ring with, mostly. Bryan and Mox will shout things from outside of the ring, instruct Claudio on what to teach him, what to do to him, but it will be Claudio who performs the actions, Claudio who tells him where to put his foot, Claudio who tells him to tighten or loosen his grip. It’s Claudio who shows him how to properly lace his boots, fold his gear and shine a belt. It’s Claudio who teaches Yuta all of the little things that he didn’t know because he hasn’t been on the road as long as he has. Claudio will listen to him when he tells him that he wants to try out a new move, or work on a promo with him. Claudio teaches and mentors and listens. Claudio is his best friend, and he doesn’t discipline him, or really comfort him when things go wrong. Claudio tells him to work on it, try again, and they’ll get another shot. Claudio is a neutral, even ground that he can always count on to be there for him.
Bryan is the one who disciplines. Bryan is the one looking with the world's sharpest eyes at everything he does. Bryan will praise when Yuta does well, he’s not cruel in that way, he will tell Yuta when he masters a hold or he manages to slip out of one in a way that Bryan wasn’t expecting. But if Yuta messes up, like tonight, Bryan sees that he must be disciplined. They are a unit, a team, and when one person messes up they must be held accountable for it, and Bryan is the one to dish it out. Two slaps to the face in the middle of the ring. It’s a start, but it’s not enough, Bryan will want to hear him go through what he did wrong, atone for it. Bryan is the one who tells him when he’s done wrong, who will punish him for it and make him a better wrestler. Bryan is cruel so that he can be kind. Yuta can always count on Bryan to tell him when he’s done good, or when he’s done bad.
Mox is his comforter. Since the match that they had, when Yuta was welcomed into the Blackpool Combat Club, Mox has been the one he goes to when he needs to be held, when he needs someone to tell him they love him. When he needs softness and love and protection, Mox is the one he goes to. Mox is the one that comes to him, first out of everyone, to check on him after a match. The first to congratulate him on a win and the first to console him after a loss. Tonight, even though he’d been furious with the Bucks, and he’d screamed at them, and Claudio and Bryan were in the ring, Mox was still the first person to lean down and check on him. It was only then that Bryan leaned down, only then that Claudio focused in on him. Mox is his love, his light, his warmth. He can always count on Mox to make him feel better.
When Regal was here, he did all of those things. He would train Yuta, tell him all the things he needed to know. Show him moves and holds and tips on how to get the most out of an opponent, a match. He would punish Yuta when he did bad, or messed up. He would hold Yuta afterwards, tell him he was so good, so sweet, a good boy. He would sit with Yuta in the mornings over a cup of tea and help him do the crossword puzzle. Regal was all of his partners encompassed in one body, one soul. And now he’s gone, and he just has each separate individual part of him. He loves them, he loves them all so dearly, for everything that they do for him, do to him, but he misses Regal. He misses him so much sometimes it makes his heart feel like it’s cracking inside of his ribcage.
Mox keeps his hands on him in some way as they pack up, helps him shimmy out of his gear and put on his clothes, keeps a hand on the small of his back as they walk to the car. Bryan and Claudio are locked in conversation about Sunday, about how they’re going to come up against tactics like they’d used tonight, and how they will overcome them.
Yuta feels floaty, the two slaps having cemented him in that space where he knows he will be bitten and broken down to size, and it’s best to stay in it, because if he doesn’t, and he fights back, it only makes it worse. He is good and he will take his punishment, and then Mox will take care of him, Mox will bundle him up in his clothes and blankets and he’ll whisper warmth into his ear, build him back up piece by tiny piece after Bryan takes him apart.
The ride back to the hotel is quiet. Claudio drives, and Bryan sits beside him in the front seat. Mox sits with Yuta in the backseat, pulling Yuta into the middle and strapping him in so he can hold onto him. It’s not a very long drive, but Yuta knows that Mox knows what is going to happen when they get back to the hotel.
Mox doesn’t agree with punishment. He didn’t agree to it when Regal was around and he doesn’t agree with it now. The only reason he lets it happen is because Yuta wants it. Because Yuta tells him he needs it.
Yuta likes knowing that when the punishment, the discipline, is over, it’s a clean slate. They forget about what Yuta has done, or hasn’t done, and they keep on moving and working towards being better. Yuta knows that once a punishment is over, his shortcomings won’t be used against him, because he has taken his punishment and learnt from his mistakes.
Mox still doesn’t like it, because he doesn’t think that Yuta should be punished for making a mistake or losing a match, doesn’t think that Yuta should be worried that he’s going to get turned on because of something stupid he did in a match months ago. But he gives Yuta what he wants, because he’ll always give Yuta what he wants, and just plays no part in it. He leaves the room when it happens, comes right back in afterwards and scoops Yuta up into his arms.
It’s not that the others wouldn’t provide Yuta with the aftercare he needs after a scene, but Mox’s style of aftercare is the one that Yuta wants the most. It’s all soft and gooey and warm, Mox’s big hands on his skin, his thumping heart against Yuta’s ear as he talks. Mox will talk to him for hours, about anything and everything, soothing his hands over him and taking him out of his head. After being told over and over again that he done something bad, it’s the only thing that makes him feel better again.
When they get into the hotel room, Mox dumps his bags next to the bed and turns to Yuta, cupping his cheeks and planting a big wet kiss against his mouth. “I love you. I’ll be right outside.” He says, as always, letting Yuta know that he only has to call for him if he changes his mind.
Yuta nods, squeezes him back. His words aren’t working right now, he’s too in his head to get them out but Mox knows, Mox knows he loves him. So he goes out onto the balcony and closes the sliding door. When it clicks, Bryan puts a hand on his shoulder.
“How many?” He says.
Yuta shivers. Bryan is handing him the control, wants him to weigh out the severity of his punishment, decide for himself what he needs to take in order to make up for his mistake.
Yuta thinks. Ten is too few. There were titles on the line, Claudio could have been double champ, Yuta could have held another title.
“Fifteen.” He says, and Bryan squeezes his shoulder again.
“Okay, hands, paddle, or belt?”
Yuta’s mind crackles, feels each one against his skin. He likes hands, he likes to feel the sharp sting of skin on skin. He’s not much fussed about paddles, they’re too cool and impersonal. But the belt. The belt is really a punishment. It licks hot and fiery against his skin, and the fact that it’s Bryan’s belt, the one he wears day in and day out. Makes the punishment all that more personal.
“Belt. Fifteen with the belt, sir.” Yuta’s words feel thick on his tongue, like tar. He forces them out, because he’s good and he’s going to take his punishment because he made a mistake but he will learn from it. He will take his punishment and learn from it.
“Good, Yuta. Down, over the bed with your pants off.” Bryan instructs, and as Yuta sinks to his knees, he hears the clink of the buckle on Bryan’s belt as it gets undone.
Yuta takes off his hoodie as well, because he prefers to feel the coolness of the bed sheets against his skin when he takes his lashes. Once positioned, Claudio sits next to him, one thick thigh pressed up against his side, an eversure presence.
“Safeword?” Bryan asks.
“Pure, sir.”
Bryan hums appreciatively, and Yuta hears the belt looping around Bryan’s fist, folding in half.
“Be good and count each one. If you stumble, we start over. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes sir.”
Bryan runs a hand down Yuta’s back, and Yuta feels himself tense, cold hands on warm skin, cold, punishing hands on flushed, embarrassed skin.
The first crack of the belt sends white hot pain straight down his legs. It hits just on his left asscheek, and he can already feel it welting up.
“One! Thank you sir, I’m sorry sir.”
Bryan hums. A requirement of the punishment wasn’t to thank him or say sorry, but Yuta knows that Bryan likes it, that it shows Yuta knows what he did wrong, that he’s accepting his punishment. That he’s grateful that he’s getting to make up for what he did wrong.
The next few lashes make Yuta’s thighs shake and his mind all fuzzy, they’re hard and fast and so, so sharp. He counts each one, thanks Bryan for each one. He’s good. He’s being good.
When they get to ten, Yuta’s toes are digging into the plush carpet to keep himself grounded, and Claudio’s hand has found his on the bed, entwining their fingers together.
“You’re doing good, Yuta. Only five more to go. What colour are you?”
Yuta rubs his face against the comforter on the bed, his face is red and his nose is running, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His ass burns, but he’s good, he’s good.
“Green, Green sir.”
“Good. You’re doing well Yuta. You’re good.” Bryan says, his voice even and calm. There’s a slight warmth creeping in, which Bryan gets like when he’s finished teaching Yuta a lesson and he’s proud of him again. He’s never overly warm, he doesn’t shower Yuta in love like Mox does, but he’ll be sweet for a moment, and Yuta will know he’s good, that he’s made Bryan proud.
The next four lashes make Yuta dizzy. They sound loud and violent in the silent hotel room, burn hot against his ass and thighs. He turns his head and looks out of the balcony doors, where Mox is standing leaning over the railing, smoke billowing around his face. Only one more. And then Mox will come and tell him he’s a good boy.
The last lash hits hard and heavy, right at the back of his thighs, and Yuta slumps against the bed, wiping his face against the sheets.
“That’s it. Well done, prinzli.” Claudio says, squeezing his hand, but his voice sounds far away, only coming through his ears like a stray radio wave. A hand touches his back, and it’s warm and sweaty. Bryan, the hand that had the belt wrapped around it, traces his spine and up to the back of his neck.
“Well done, Yuta. Tell me, why did I punish you?”
Yuta swallows, tries to find his words. They come out clunky.
“Bad cover. Lost the match.”
Bryan hums, “Will you remember to press down both shoulders next time?”
Yuta nods, feeling Bryan’s thumb press into the side of his jaw, working out the tension. He leans into it, looking up at Bryan with a dazed expression. “Yes, sir.”
Bryan leans down and kisses his cheek. “Good boy.” He says, and Yuta lights up like a Christmas tree. He’s a good boy.
He barely has a moment to process the words before the balcony doors are sliding open, and Mox is striding in, smelling like cigarette smoke and mint, scooping him up from the floor.
“Jesus Christ kid, you’re not gonna’ be able to sit down for a week.” Mox says, and he lays him out on his belly on the bed. Yuta’s thighs and ass ache with pain, and the cool breeze that hits them from being moved doesn’t help the fire that’s licking at his skin.
Mox goes into his bag, pulls out his cooling balm and scoops up a big glob. He smooths it down onto Yuta’s ass, hissing through his teeth when Yuta’s body jumps at the sensation. “Sorry babe, it’ll make you feel better. Promise.” He says, and once the initial sting has gone it does help, it cools his skin instantly.
“M’ good?” Yuta asks. Bryan told him he was, but sometimes he needs to hear it again, needs reassurance.
“Yeah. So fucking good babe. Fucking great, is what you are. You’da had them if it were for those fucking Bucks, trust me.” Mox grumbles, massaging the balm in so gently. Mox’s hands don’t look like they could be gentle, but with Yuta there are no hands more gentle, more soothing than Mox’s. There are no hands more sharp and painful as Bryan’s. No hands as strong and steadfast as Claudio’s.
Yuta misses Regal’s hands, the smooth, aged skin, the bumpy knuckles from where they got broken. He misses how they’d run down his back and wake him up in the morning, how they’d hand him a cup of tea or a scone. They’d hold Yuta so softly, they’d slap him so hard, and they’d be there, to hold his face in his hands when he was hurt, making him all better.
“I’m good,” Yuta says, loud to the room, his voice more steady now. Mox is taking care of him, Mox thinks he’s good, Bryan thinks he’s good, Claudio thinks he did a good job taking his punishment. “I’m sorry, Bryan. Sorry Claudio, for costing us the titles.”
Yuta can’t see them, they’re somewhere behind him, and Mox is on the bed obscuring his view. But they’re in the room, still, he can hear them, feel them.
“There will always be other opportunities Yuta. We will learn and grow from this. Next time we will become champions, I just know it.” Claudio says from somewhere, as Mox manages to get a hoodie onto him.
“You want pants on babe?” He murmurs, and Yuta shakes his head. His ass is still burning.
There are footsteps beside him, and he manages to look up. Bryan is looking down at him, there is no hard look on his face now, not like before, just a small smile.
“You took your punishment well, Yuta. And there were moments in the match where you made me proud. You are getting tougher, and meaner, smarter. Don’t start forgetting the easy stuff, the basics, just because you are focusing on the harder stuff. Remember your covers, and your ring placement. Remember it on Sunday.”
“I will, Bryan. I’ll remember.” Yuta says, and he will. He will cover properly every single time on Sunday. He won’t mess up. He got stupid today, cocky, but he’s learnt his lesson, thanks to Bryan. Mox is taking care of him, Claudio says there will be other opportunities. He will pick him to be his partner again, hopefully.
Yuta wishes that Regal was here to call him his little terror on the rise, just one more time.
“Good boy.” Bryan says, and he ruffles his hair before stepping away from the bed. Mox pulls him up towards the pillows, keeping him on his front as they get situated.
“How you doing, babe?”
Yuta lays his head on Mox’s chest, taking in the scent of him, the warmth of his body. He feels so safe in his arms. Like nothing could touch him. Claudio is over by the bags, unpacking their things slowly and surely. Bryan is sitting on the other bed, reading through the room service menu, tutting at what can only be the lacklustre vegetarian and vegan options. He messed up, but he made good. Bryan is proud of him. Mox loves him. Claudio loves him. They all love him. And he loves them, he loves all of them and what they do for him, what they give to him.
“Good, I’m good.” He says, and Mox kisses the top of his head.
If Regal were here, he’d be on the other side of him, they’d have gone through the match, Regal would have shown him the bad cover a few times, showed him where he went wrong. Maybe he’d have slapped him a couple of times too, or spanked him a couple of times. Gotten him in the gym or on the floor of the hotel room and made him practise his covers until he got them right. And then he’d be here, next to Yuta, doing the crossword puzzle or a word search, asking for Yuta’s help. He’d have done everything that the others have done for him. But he’s not here, so now Bryan, Mox and Claudio take on that duty alone, splitting it up.
Yuta loves his partners, his mentors. He loves that they all give him something different, something that he needs. He knows he can ask them for anything. He just wishes that he could still have Regal, too. Mox says he’ll come back, one day. That that’s what he does. Shows up unannounced and just slots himself back in. Yuta keeps on hoping it will happen sooner rather than later.
But for now, he has the three of them. The three of them to teach him, love him and discipline him. And that’s enough. It will always be enough. It has to be.
“I love you,” Yuta says out loud. “I love all of you.”
Mox squeezes him gently, “Love you.” He says, and from across the room Claudio smiles and says,
“Love you, prinzli.”
Yuta feels warm and content when Bryan says the third and final, “Love you, Yuta.”
They love him. They love him and he’s a good boy, and that’s all he could ever wish for.
#writing#blackpool combat club#wheeler yuta#mox#jon moxley#bryan danielson#claudio castagnoli#william regal#regal#I just HAD to write this#been thinking about it all Damn day
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#i beseech you to be kind to me#i read a fic yesterday and i got hooked on mox being a cat so im writing a thing#aew#wheeler yuta#fanfic research
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i'm going to try to write ... but another blog was made to harass me . i've been dealing with this for a year at this point and i've kept quiet about it except in my rules . but y'all i'm tired .
tumblr has removed the blog at least once because of targeted harassment . i'm not hiding , my rules outline everything . and i'm just tired of being constantly harassed and made out to be some monster .
i'm tired . i just want to write and vibe which is ALL i've been doing . but every time i turn around , someone decides to pull more bullshit .
i just want to feel safe interacting and writing . but every time i start to feel that , the harassment starts again and i don't know what to do . and the worst part is if you're in the rp tags for the baldur's gate fandom , then you've seen the fucking blog . it's overwhelming and i just want it to stop .
#ooc ↳ mox#negative tw#i'm in tears and done and i just want to write#but i feel like if i do it's just going to get worse
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Mariah moaning when saying Toni's name like that. Girl you're gonna be in so many fanfics now.
#This is a joke because like nobody writes f/f#Y'all know if that was some blonde twink boy saying it about like Mox or Kenny you'd be written them getting railed like#right now#Tragically I kind of don't write for Toni#But if Mariah interacts with Kris...OH BOY#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara liveblogs
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Loona x reader???
I just did general dating headcanons, I hope that's alright ♡
Loona dating headcanons (gender neutral)
Content warning(s): none that I'm aware of
Dating Loona is basically like having permanent scary dog privileges
No one wants to do or say anything that might upset you or otherwise accidentally piss her off because most people are smart enough to realize not to make her mad
The two of you as a couple also follows along the lines of the "I hate everyone but you" trope
Loona will snap at anyone who so much as looks at her wrong, but with you?
Literally a huge, overgrown puppy
If you're ever mad at her or have a fight she's a lot more rude than usual while simultaneously pouting that you're avoiding her
Doesn't always apologize first, but when she does you can tell she really means it
Likes when you pet her, even if she refuses to admit it </3
Will let you braid/style her hair to your hearts content as long as you ask first
Same thing with her makeup
Just don't make her look like a clown, intentionally or otherwise, because it's likely you won't be allowed to touch her face with any sort of makeup product ever again
She isn't the big or little spoon because she doesn't really like to cuddle or sleep real close (unless either one of you is upset)
Actually, you might not want to share a bed with her at all because she a) hogs the covers, b) flails around a lot in her sleep, and c) snores really, really loud
The only time those things won't happen is if you've fallen asleep on her accidentally
Loona will refuse to move even an inch, afraid she might wake you up
When she's certain you're definitely asleep, she'll be surprisingly gentle as she picks you up and carries you to bed
Really over protective when it comes to you
She knows just how awful hell can be, and she doesn't want you to get hurt
She also gets jealous really easily, which stems from her abandonment issues
If you spend so much time with someone else, you might realize how much happier you are with them and end up leaving her
Of course that would never happen, but she can't help worrying all the same
Shares her earbuds with you when you're listening to music together
Also shares her clothes, her makeup, her magazines... anything, really
You're the only person who has that privilege, by the way, so don't take it lightly
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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!
#Mox answers#Mox's doodles#Luddice#Angst#midnightdemonz on blog#my art#mox's art#the cuphead show#king dice#ludwig cuphead#This damn ship lives rent free in my head i love these musicians#i pumped out this doodle since i had a moment i couldn't help it-#I'll be writing the fic based off their history together soon too
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i think renee should write another cookbook but let jon have his own chapter that's just about the finer points of sandwiches
#i saw sarahs tags about mox needing to write another book and thats is correct#and then i thought about food#and now ive had my favorite idea ever
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@ladiesofhell asked: ❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ ((Millie for Moxxie. <3))
Millie really was too good for him. She was his everything, one of the only good things in his life. Something his father had tried to ruin, something he had tried to control. Just like he controlled his entire childhood. It hurt to be reminded of that, and it stung to know that he still had that affect on him.
Moxxie wanted to be free of him, he wanted to be done. But his father was right. He couldn't walk away. One way or another, Crimson would always be there. Whether physically or mentally, he would be lurking. It was easy to forget when he was with his friends and wife, but this had just been a reminder that he still wasn't done.
He had tried to stand up to him, he did stand up to him. All that got him was tied up and in his mother's wedding dress. A smile drawn on. He was so grateful for Millie, she had saved him when he was helpless. He knew that he could rely on her for everything, they were partners.
"I know you don't." Moxxie cupped her face, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear. "I'm just worried. I can't help but feel he'll return. And then it's gonna be him or me."
Saying it out loud chilled him. But he had to acknowledge the possibility of his father deciding he wasn't worth it. Like his Mama wasn't worth it.
"I don't want you to feel like you have to constantly protect me, we're partners. I want to be there for you just as much as you are for me."
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indya moore as karlach ?
#ooc ↳ mox#i write karlach as nonbinary using she/they pronouns#i'm trying to respect that by finding a genderfluid/genderqueer/nonbinary fc#indya is trans non-binary and uses she/they!
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your rj/renee/mox (rjmoxnee? idk we can workshop it) agenda post has worked on me and i need to know if you ever posted the mentioned fic.
also when rj tries to convince others renee is evil, is he pulling her pigtails or does he genuinely think that and is this an enemies to lovers situation? maybe he thinks he can be the knight in shining armour who heroically Saves mox from her evil clutches but… it turns out mox was not an innocent damsel in distress… but in fact working together with the big mean sexy dragon! (gasp)
Alas I never posted that fic (post referenced here) because I never came close to finishing it lol. The one snippet that was like, even vaguely shareable is below the cut because it might as well go somewhere!
So in my PERSONAL headcanon for all this, it's like. He has this huge crush on her, he's embarrassed about it and absolutely does NOT want her or anyone else to realise, maybe if he plays it off as fun sparky presenter banter and repartee then no one will know! And he can get over it and move on and never submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known etc. It's deflection. The idea of mox in any way knowing about how he feels would be truly horrifying (meanwhile renee and mox have talked at length about the crush and what they're gonna do about it).
Random snippet under the cut:
#again praying that this never makes its way into certain people's orbit#i have 2 WIPs with even the vaguest chance of being finished and even those are............. unlikely#but this whole universe of rj/renee/mox/eddie/garcia/et al is vitally important to me and i think about it a LOT#writing#wrestling
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what a villainous thing to do
just a little drabble bc yuta being a little sneaky cheat last night made me think things and this is what resulted.
bcc polycule but with focus on past yuta/regal.
Wheeler’s awake, scrolling Twitter because he’s too amped up from the match and their win to sleep when his phone rings. The name that flashes on the screen is one he hasn’t seen in months. He answers it before he can really think about what he’s doing.
“What do you want?”
“That was a very villainous thing to do, my love, I’m really quite proud of you.” Regal says.
“You watched?”
“Of course, I always do. I haven’t missed a single match, sunshine.”
“Don’t call me that.” Wheeler means for it to come out threatening and angry but it doesn’t, it sounds more like a plea. He’s never been good at standing up to Regal. Mox always told him too, whenever Regal was in a mood and picked on them all in training, the best thing to do was stand up to him and not let him get to you. Mox tried to drill it into his head every time he would find Wheeler upset about something that Regal had said to him, but Wheeler could never, ever do it. There was just something about him that made Wheeler feel powerless.
“I miss you, little one.”
“Don’t — just stop. Please.”
Regal makes a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a growl. “Wheeler. Has it not been long enough that we can’t put the past behind us? Talk about this like adults?”
Wheeler knows the scowl on his face makes him look less like an adult and more like a petulant child. Claudio and Mox are asleep beside him, Mox’s mouth is hanging open as he snores loudly while Claudio bear hugs him from behind.
“Why aren’t you calling them? It’s Mox you hurt.”
“They won’t answer my calls.”
“Bryan will.”
“Mhm. But Bryan isn’t with you, is he?”
Wheeler would scream if it wouldn’t wake up Mox and Claudio.
“What do you want, Regal? It’s nearly four in the morning.”
“Yet you’re awake too, darling.” Regal says. Wheeler can imagine that smug smile on his face and he hates how it makes his insides squirm. When Wheeler doesn’t respond, he continues.
“I want to see you, Wheeler. I miss you.”
“Do you miss Mox? And Claudio?”
“Of course, but I miss you—“
“No. I know what you’re doing. You know I’m a soft touch for you so you’re using me to get to the others because they won’t answer your calls.” Wheeler quietly hisses down the phone, finally standing up for himself against the old man, even just a little bit.
“If you miss them, us, then you start with Mox who you hurt the most. Don’t use me.”
“I’m not using you, darling, but the others—“
Wheeler uses all his emotional strength to end the call, shutting his phone off and putting it on the nightstand. He settles down and lays his head on Mox’s fuzzy chest. Mox’s arms settle around him, and he feels him start to stir.
“You alright? Were you on the phone?” He murmurs into Wheeler’s hair line.
Wheeler presses a kiss to Mox’s jaw and strokes his chest. “Yeah but it was nothing, don’t worry about it.”
Mox is already falling back asleep when he says, “Who was it?”
“No one important.” Wheeler lies.
#wheeler yuta x william regal#blackpool combat club#wheeler yuta#william regal#regal#jon Moxley#mox#claudio castagnoli#bryan danielson#writing
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thinking abt autstic mox :)
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