#moxler

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Name: Dean <3

I'm an adult, I enjoy writing, and I'm autistic about many things, current fixation is WWE/AEW and just.. wrestling as a whole.

MASTERLIST:

"Risk" AU: Dean gets accepted into Seth's wrestling academy, and he accidentally sorta kinda maybe falls in love with him, but don't worry, it's reciprocated. Soft notes: includes smut, angst, and also there's an age gap between them.

"Cages and Crowns" AU: Tyler Black/Jon Moxley - Mafia x Cagefighter. Mox is a cage fighter, Black works within the mafia realm.

"Dishonor" AU: Vampire x Vampire Hunter. Dean is the vampire, and Seth is the Vampire Hunter. Also includes [platonic] Ambreigns.

If this is a challenge, I accept it lmao (¬‿¬)

Moxley is working at the mall as Santa Claus during Christmas weeks to raise some money; he feels he isn’t good at this job because he has no empathy with kids (and sometimes he has been tempted to choke the most annoying and spoiled ones), but he really needs the money.

The evening of Christmas Eve, when he is done with his shift and about to pull his costume off, a pretty boy his age with dark wavy hair and chocolate doe eyes approaches him, asking

“Excuse me, Santa, do you have a minute for me?”

Moxley looks at him with a puzzled expression, but he sits back on his chair and replies

“Sure, what can I do for you and your pretty ass?”

The guy tries to hold a chuckle and gets closer: Mox can’t take his eyes off of him, and when the boy sits on his laps, his body stiffens, but he doesn’t move. Not even when the boy puts his arms around his neck and smiles at him with a soft but mischievous smirk.

“Will you listen to a big kid’s wish too?”

Moxley’s breath starts to get heavy: the boy is really, really pretty, but he manages to flaunt his best poker face, and puts an arm around his waist and the other hand on his thigh. 

“Consider my time at your disposal, big kid”

The brunette gets closer to his face and whispers into his ear with the silkiest voice ever:

“I’ve been a good boy for the whole year, Santa… been workin’ hard at the sports shop right next door, never got drunk, no weed, no dirty deeds…”

His breath is warm on Mox’s neck, and his scent smells like sugar and candy.

“Something tells me you need some fun for Christmas, then” laughs the fake Santa. He tightens the grip on the boy’s waist, and says

“What do you want to ask me?”

The pretty guy gets even closer:

“There is a boy… he has been working in this mall for a while… he is a bit strange, you know… looks like he doesn’t like anyone and that he would kill every passerby with a broken bottle if only he could…”

“Wow, seems an interesting dude to date!” Mox interrupts him with a laughter, “Is he handsome, too?”

“Yeah… he’s the hottest dude I’ve ever seen in my life: blonde scruffy curls, deep blue eyes, an earring, and a rough sexy voice, which is a bit unusual for a Santa Claus…”

Moxley freezes and stops breathing for a while, unable to reply: luckily, the fake beard is hiding his flushed cheeks. The boy keeps whispering in his ear

“Well, I’ve been checking him for the whole time he has worked here, and I’d really like to ask him out, but I’m too shy… could you please tell him this on my behalf?”

“Uh, I-I think I can do it” babbles Mox, still breathless.

“Thank you so much, Santa”, the other replies. He winks at him and stands up, walking away, but by the time he is turning the corner, Moxley recovers from the trance, and yells at him

“Hey, how can I ask him that? You didn’t even tell me your name!”

The boy looks back and says with a smirk, before disappearing

Oh dear, don’t get me started with Moxler headcanons or I won’t ever stop lmao

I have a sort of AU Moxler hc that I explained here a while ago (i know my hcs are more like unwritten fics because when I start thinking about something my mind runs quickly to imagine a whole story haha). The second one is set somewhere in the future, like ten years from now, where Seth is stuck forever in the midcarding, misused, and he’s doing it just for the money at this point. Dean had his same destiny so he decided to leave the company a while before and sign with ROH where he started to wrestle again with his old ring name. They lost touch and they haven’t seen each other ever since, until Seth one day decides to go see a ROH live event cause he misses him a lot and he acknowledges his (secret) feelings for him haven’t changed throughout the years; at the end of the show they meet and talk a lot, and Seth tells Moxley he isn’t happy anymore to work like that, so Moxley tries to convince him to leave wwe and join him, but Seth doesn’t know if that is the right choice. They go out for a drink and eventually, since he’s not totally sober, Seth ends up revealing his feelings to Moxley, and Moxley confesses he always reciprocated them. So they spend the night together until they have to part again, and from then on Seth thinks more and more about Mox’s suggestion. So one day that he is cleaning up his house he finds his old Tyler Black gear in a box, and puts it on in front of the mirror… at this point he takes his phone and calls The Boss. The headcanon ends with the ring announcer during the main event of ROH saying that, for the first time ever, Jon Moxley is going to face “an old friend”, and Seth comes out as Tyler Black, stepping proudly in the ring and looking at Mox with a smile. 

Fight- Not that his girl was gonna give him a chance to run away from her without a fight.

Care- Jon, I love that you care so much for us but I don’t know if we can fix this.

Seth and Dean role-play as Jon Moxley and Tyler Black - lots of viciousness and hair pulling and Jon subduing Tyler and licking up the side of his face before he fucks him.

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

[ @thedirtiestdeeds ]

This is revenge for me requesting all of them, isn’t it?

Ok.

Lets go~

HIGH SCHOOL STARTERS!! // currently accepting

                     ☠ harassing them after school

“What part’a it ain’t bein’ none’a your damn business are you not gettin’?!” Sounding as exasperated as he felt. Hands previously wrist-deep in his pockets were out, now, and coiling tight fists at his sides. The sort of anger that came with the defensiveness he’d been resorting to for over a week now. Avoiding Tyler like a leper because he’d seen something he shouldn’t’ve and it was all Jon had thought to do. Run away before the questions started and keep running until the pursuit’d stopped.

The trouble was… Tyler hadn’t STOPPED.

A bruise could be overlooked… the occasional black eye or fat lip being attributed to his penchant for finding trouble whether he’d looked for it or not. But a cigarette burn and nail marks run the length of his forearm? Caught changing in the locker room after everyone else’d left, he’d thrown the punch and ran, then. Not that he’d not been caught.

Which was reason for his back against the wall, eyes rolling because Tyler was insisting and like everything else in his life, no never quite meant NO. “What? You wanna kiss it better or somethin’, huh? Already told ya t’ mind your own fuckin’ business, I ain’t sayin’ it again.” That was a lie. He’d keep on till his voice gave way if it meant having it work. If it meant this’d turn into another close call that ought not’ve ever happened. All because he’d let his guard down a second too long and someone just as stubborn as him saw what he shouldn’t. All because he never learned.

It was his own fault. It was always his own fault.

Head back, eyes blinking up at the overcast and settling defeated with the fact that the downpour predicted would start long before he’d made any headway on the walk home, at this rate. “Look, y’ either say whatever it is y’ wanna say, or y’ get outta my face, man.”

He hadn’t planned this. Hadn’t woken up one morning and decided he was going to start making an effort with the school bully. But as with most things in Tyler’s life, stuff just happened and he got caught up in it. Like he was getting all caught up in Jon Moxley’s mess now.

Tyler had tried not to notice the bruises. The occasional black eye. How his lip always seemed to be swollen. Those things could easily be put down to someone fighting back against a boy who was much bigger than most sixteen year olds. Looking more like he was in his twenties than his teens. 

But the cigarette burns couldn’t be explained away.

Someone was doing this to him and it was the kind of action that was provoked by sadism and malice rather than someone trying to defend themselves. It made Tyler sick to his core that someone could do something like that to another person. It didn’t matter what Jon had done to him or to other kids in school. He didn’t deserve that. Tyler was sure of it.

“Look... If someone’s hurting you... You gotta tell someone about it, ok? Or at least let me look at it. I have certificates in first aid. It won’t be life going to the hospital, but I can at least make sure that it won’t get infected.”

Taking note of the clenched fists and annoyance in the other’s tone. Waiting for it to rise to anger which would lead to violence. Everything in him was screaming at the teen to turn and leave. To let Mox deal with his demons in his own way. It wasn’t any of his business.

“This ain’t the part where shit’s fine an’ we go back home like nothin’ happened!!” Jon Moxley didn’t kiss men and move on as if it were normal. He didn’t accept that he had licked his lips to chase the taste or that, for damn near three years, he’d lived with a guy he’d recently began seeing under different lights. He ran. He ran from this same as he ran from all the other problems in his life. The fact that it was in a literal sense for a change didn’t slow him. The fact that it was pissing the rain and he could barely hear himself think over the falling droplets didn’t either. What did slow him, however was in hearing Tyler’s pursuit and know that, whether he liked it or not, for a change, he’d be needing to confront something. “The fuck do y’ want man?! You want me t’ say that shit back there meant somethin’?! Cause it didn’t!! It didn’t mean shit an’ you don’t mean shit neither!!” Easier to say with his back to him. 

He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t going to fucking cry. Because wouldn’t that just be the fucking barbed cherry on top of the shit cake? Crying in front of Jon Moxley because he’d been stupid enough to believe even for one second that he’d ever meant anything to him.

Tyler had waited three years for that kiss. Three fucking years. And this is what happens. Mox spiralling into gay panic and screaming no homo at the top of his fucking lungs. And, ok... So maybe Mox was completely straight. Maybe Tyler was just a fucking experiment. Just something to try out just to make sure.

He thought he’d prefer Mox said that than... Than make out like he never meant anything. That three years of being his friend... His best friend... Meant nothing to him. That he was just like one of his bitches that he could fuck around with and throw away when he’d done.

It meant something to him.

It meant something.

And now it just hurt.

“I just want... I just want...”

Tyler had no idea what he wanted. He was confused and upset and in all honesty, he hadn’t expected Mox to stop. To speak to him. If this was a movie, he’d think that the rain was a little much. A little cheesy. Now he was just cold. Shivering as his t-shirt clung to him, having left his hoody behind in order to run after his friend.

Was he even still allowed to call him that?