#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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[jedipoodoo]

The Lesson (Sergeant Hunter x Mom!Reader)

Notes: No warnings. Fluff, family dynamics, extreme flirting, if you've seen the tiktok you know where this is from.

"Move out of the way."

"There is no room!"

"There would be if Stak moved his big butt."

"Hey!"

"Just keep scrubbing the dishes, Deke!"

"Quiet!" You scolded, trying to rock Cece to sleep. You went from one child, to four, and now you had a baby to take care of on top of the four young clones currently arguing over your kitchen sink. Most of the time there were plenty of people to help you out, but today Wrecker was on an overnight fishing trip with his friends, Crosshair was "minding his own business" (codeword for a date) and Shep and Lyana were having a well-deserved father-daughter dinner. You were perfectly well equipped to handle all the kids on your own, but the constant fighting was giving you a headache.

Under your stone-cold glare, Deke, Stak, Mox, and Omega went silent, but only for a moment. They began whispering in sharp tones, as if you couldn't hear them, and once again escalated into insults and jabs.

You sat next to the cradle, rocking it back and forth gently, but you knew well enough now that as long as she could hear her siblings, Cece would refuse to go to sleep. 

"I'm ho-"

"You take that back!"

"No!" 

"Can you just do the dishes!"

Hunter stood in the doorway, his greeting poised on the tip of his tongue. His eyes narrowed at the chaos unfolding in the kitchen. Even Omega didn't notice he was back yet.

"Have they been like this all day?" He asked, slowly closing the door as if any sudden noises would aggravate the teenagers.

"Would you believe me if I said this is better than how they acted at lunchtime?"

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Kids!" Hunter said in a warning tone, "No more fighting!"

All of them jumped, surprised to see Hunter back from his workshop. 

"Fine," They all said in that same 'Get off my back' tone that teenagers used to appease their parents without being regretful.

With a heavy sigh, Hunter came up to you and placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Ew!" Stak declared, and the raucous in the kitchen went strangely silent.

"What?" You asked. Even Omega was recoiled in horror. Deke was trying to use a plate to shield his eyes.

"It's just a kiss, we do it all the time," Hunter said.

"You're our parents! You're not supposed to give us the oogies!" Mox gagged. 

"Oogies?" You asked with a giggles. 

Hunter got a mischievous glint in his eyes, signaling one of those crazy hare-brained schemes that got them out of trouble and gave High Command headaches back during the war. He squared his shoulders and stood to his full height, clearing his throat to use the "Sergeant Voice".

"New rule! Whenever one of you starts giving me attitude, I'm gonna start hitting on Mom!"

"What?" Deke shrieked. He dropped a plate, but caught it quick. 

Hunter draped his arm across your shoulders and leaned in closer, "Hey there sugar," He used a seductive, flirtatious tone like he had when you first started dating, when he still felt the need to impress you. You giggled at how ridiculous it was, but it was working. 

"How're you doin', baby girl?" He said with a purr.

"What is happening?" Omega whimpered, peeking through her fingers

"How you feel about another child?" 

"No," You said firmly, but smiled at him as the kids wailed. Cece added her own cry of delight. 

Hunter pouted, but he was having the time of his life.

"What about you, I could rub your ankles, give you a massage?" Hunter purred like a nexu. 

"Mmm, that sounds wonderful," You sighed, playing along. 

"Why me?" Stak crumbled to the floor. 

Hunter mimed several loud, wet kisses that made Deke retch. 

"Are we gonna adjust that attitude?" Hunter faced you, but his eyes glanced at your kids. 

"Yes!" They all wailed. Deke began scrubbing the dishes with renewed vigor. 

"Are we gonna clean without crying or fighting?"

"Yes!"

Hunter stood tall, "From now on: You give me attitude-" He nodded to you, "-I hit on Mom!"

"No!"

"The worse your attitude, the more Mom's gonna blush."

You flushed horribly, and ducked your head.

"No, no, stop!" Omega begged.

"Stop, please!"

"Ner cyare," Hunter purred again, running his hand along your chin, "Ner mesh'la dala..."

"What...what is this?" Stak whimpered.

"Gar kandosii," Hunter murmured, "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum..."

Mox was prone on the floor, the heel of his palms digging into his ears, but even that wasn't enough to block out the flirtations Hunter kept throwing at you "I don't know what that means, but I probably don't wanna know."

"Does it matter?" Hunter asked slyly, "Do you want to know what I said?"

"No!" Stak said. 

"Do you want to imagine what I said to Mom?" 

"No!"

"So the next time I instruct you guys to do dishes without fighting, you will do dishes without fighting, or I will hit on Mom."

"Okay, okay!" 

"In front of you, loudly. I could start kissing." Hunter pulled you to your feet and dipped you down with his arms around your waist.

You looped your arms around his neck, "I love kisses!"

Hunter kissed your forehead, your cheek, slowly working his way towards your lips. 

"We're sorry!" Omega pleaded. 

"You'd better be sorry!" Hunter said

"I know I'm not," you whispered, kissing his cheek.

Hunter chuckled, kissing you on the lips. Omega giggled, and Hunter zeroed in on her. 

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes!" They promised.

"Good," Hunter wrapped his arm around your waist, "Oh, and don't forget to feed Batcher. Without fighting."

"Yes, sir," Came the reluctant chorus. 

You kissed Hunter's nose.

"I think I could do with another lesson or two, sir."

"Easy there, Mama." Hunter warned, "Thought you didn't want another one," He reached out to rock the cradle, though Cece wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. 

"Not right now, but someday." You said. 

Hunter rested his chin atop your head, watching carefully as Stak filled Batcher's food bowl and the others completed the dishes in blessed silence. They wouldn't need another reminder of how much Hunter loved you for a long time.

[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

[ohwolfling]

A Tale of Two Moxes, available to all on substack

a small aside from my greater project on sex work in the modern cyberpunk genre - Evelyn Parker, the Moxes, & sex workers in Cyberpunk 2077 & Cyberpunk 2077 No Coincidence.

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[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…

[erotomox]

i had a Day™ today so im talking about hebephrenic mox

(for reference hebephrenia is a subtype of schizophrenia characterized by little psychosis and highly disorganized thinking/movement)

So: thought disorders To me, Mox has uh. several. thought disorders lmao his speaking can be Very disorganized at times. the ones I notice most are: -Circumstantiality/tangeltiality: he rambles. a lot. and only some of it is on topic lmao. sometimes he returns to his point, sometimes he doesn't. -Distractible speech: it's easy to get him off topic! he's distracted easily! -Alogia (specifically poverty of content of speech): Sometimes He Says A Whole Lot About Nothing At All -Loss of goal: He loses track of what he says. like a lot. mood. -Pressured speech: my guy talks fast. and once he gets started it is Hard to interrupt him or get him to Stop (honorable mention for thought blocking: i've never seen evidence of this but he has the vibe of someone who just. stops talking. in the middle of a sentence sometimes) Related to this is missing social cues and applying the wrong emotions to situations, leading to things like being agitated when everyone else is calm. social withdrawal and isolation are also common.

Disorganized movement: The main two points here would be lack of impulse control (no elaboration needed lmao) and movement that's bizarre or lacks purpose. a lot of his movements are stereotypies in some way: he chews on things, he rocks on his feet, he rubs his collarbone, he sticks his tongue out, etc. a lot of this is physical stimming, but that's what a lot of disorganized behavior looks like lmao. disorganized movement can also be excess movement (pacing, for example, or bouncing in place)

Inappropriate affect: look. the guy smiles and laughs at violence and people getting hurt and causing people pain. i know this is wrestling so that's not like. Super Uncommon™ BUT it is technically the kind of thing that gets classified as mood incongruence/inappropriate affect. he also sometimes has a flattened affect! there are times where his face is just. 😐. lack of eye contact is another example, as well as Too Much Eye Contact

not related to symptomology but just some things I find interesting: a) a lot of these were more common in his indie days (especially re: disorganized thoughts/speech) and b) drug use is related to higher chances of schizophrenia in general but SPECIFICALLY hebephrenia; use of stimulants like coke or meth have a higher link w hebephrenia whereas hallucinogens and weed have a higher incidence with other subtypes such as paranoid schizophrenia

(also technical note: the schizophrenia subtypes are no longer used diagnostically but they are Very Important in understanding the different manifestations and presentations of the disorder and should not have been retired imvho)

anyway this has been a post that makes no sense and holds no interest to anyone but myself lmao

please come talk to me about schizo mox I Have Much To Say On The Topic

[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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[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!

——————

“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.

[jupiterjunebug]

Moxley and Benny wearing a USB cable, 14, for the kiss meme

Moxley + Buppy, casually (ft Renee)

Mox has never been the best at the mundane details. Unpredictable shit, like fights and feuds and playing with Nora, he's got that covered. But doing the same thing every day, in the same way, without fucking it up?

Well. The leash isn't on its hook, so that's an indication he'd failed step one. Benny shivers at his feet in the way that says he's gonna piss himself if they don't go now, and Mox is half tempted to just carry him out if not for the fact that the neighbors are most definitely the types of snitches to call the cops on an unleashed dog.

He squints around the room, searching for a solution, and salvation comes in the form of a box of junk headed to the technology disposal site in town. The USB cord's barely hanging on for dear life, and it'd shocked him more than once, but so long as it's not plugged in that shouldn't be a problem. Benny's not gonna pull, this is just for plausible deniability. He plucks the cable out of the box, slipping it through the dog's collar. Benny blinks at him with his big, wet eyes.

"Don't complain, man. We've gotta make do."

It works great, by the way. Benny trots out to the grass and pisses right on the front yard, just like he's supposed to. Mox nods to himself. Yeah, he's best at unpredictable shit.

"What are you doing, Jon?" Renee asks, voice exhausted. He looks up. She's leaned on the door frame, eyebrow raised. Mox shrugs, picking up Benny and planting a kiss on the dog's head.

"Improvising," he says. She sighs. "What? It's why you love me."

"Yeah," she says, crossing the yard and patting him on the head. "It's why I love you."

She holds up her other hand. The leash is gripped in it. He smiles.

"And that's why I love you," he exclaims. "Always keeping track of the details."

[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]

Playing around with a new style, and with my OCs meeting TCS Devil! 💛

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[kirivee]

i also keep thinking abt mox being faced w my big ol sad ol deer-in-headlights puppy dog eyes as i was trying my best to do ANYTHING in response to not hearing what he was saying to me 😭😭

my mox, if i loved you less i’d have been able to talk to you