pairing: jon moxley x doll (fem!oc)

prompt: "i go crazy 'cause here isn't where i wanna be and satisfaction feels like a distant memory and i can't help myself, all i wanna hear her say is "are you mine?"

genre: angst with a hopeful ending

warning: alcohol, swearing

word count: 2.7k

author's note: first time writing for mox in about three years. let me know how it is. r u mine is attached above.

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it was dark, pitch black outside from what see could see from her bedroom window. the star's usual glow was dull during those frosty winter nights she enjoyed so much. she could hear the owl's faint hooting in the distance. the nocturnal creatures finally coming alive.

she couldn't sleep. mind racing about everything and nothing at the same time. she let out a yawn, shifting on her bed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, trying to find a spot her body deemed good enough for it to take rest. she was quite comfortable where she was though, surrounded by her stuffed toys (probably because she wasn't hugged enough as a child if she was being honest with herself but she'd rather not talk about anything family related and just say it's because she puts on such a menacing mask outside that she needs something cute and stuff to keep her sanity instead).

all of a sudden there was a loud knock on her windows. she definitely wasn't expecting anyone at this hour at night. she jumped at the sound and clutched her pillow closer to her, brave and intimidating as she was. she squeezed her eyes so tight that it hurt -like that was going to help- and scooted at the side of the bed furthest away from the windows, willing whatever made the noise to go away.

"please, i'll be fine with getting no sleep tonight, just keep whatever that is away from me" she muttered to herself. she was deeply frightened and for good reason. the place where she lived isn't exactly known to be a safe place to live. she's already have one too many encounters herself, hoping that she wouldn't have to add another one to her list tonight.

it didn't stop though and instead knocked harder. "psst! doll! over here!"

doll? what kind of evil force was this? knowing her name and having such an angelic voice like that? a voice that resembled silk and honey but also rough pavement, the feeling of walking barefooted at a patch of gravel at the same time in a perfect crescendo of vocals, one that was seemingly luring her to her death.

this was obvious as she gathered all the courage she could muster half asleep even if it has not overcome her yet and tiptoed to her window, placing the surely intimidating pink and white ruffled pillow down on her bed and instead grabbing the scissors from her bedstand as a weapon, if needed.

"geez doll! what d'you have a pair scissors for? thought ya weren't a crafty person. can't even make ya fake friends a birthday card?" jon asked on the other side of her windows. his eyes were wide in surprise but pink lips curled into a smirk that made her stomach do flips, clearly amused.

"mox! what the heck are doing here? it's silly o'clock at night!" she exclaimed, carefully opening her bedroom windows to let him in.

he chuckled but didn't move an inch from his perch on the girl's roof in front of her windows. "you're adorable doll, y'know what right?" he shook his head before he continued and got closer, so close she could feel his warm breath on her face and whispered "want to go on a walk with me? can't sleep and judging by you being awake right now, you can't either."

she ran her hands through her hair and got quiet for a second, her parent's heavy snores the only sound in the room before a smile graced her face and she nodded. "yeah, let me just go and put something more comfortable on."

with that, moxley turned around, focus on the dim streetlights and the leaf-less trees, the way snow has clung onto its white covered branches like how they were clinging onto each other, even if it was unspoken of.

"okay, i'm done." she sighed, clad in a black hoodie, matching black jeans and her favorite pair of sneakers.

"perfect for the occasion because i expect us to be ran down by the police, maybe three times?" moxley chuckled as her eyes got wide as saucers.

"are you kidding me? my parents would kick my ass!"

the air got thick between them as she uttered those words. "if it means anthing, you can stay at mine. it's not really any better but-" he quickly stopped. "it was a rhetorical question, stupid." he thought.

she swallowed harshly and headed to the door of her room before jon stopped her. "where ya going doll? did ol' moxley scare you off about his family problems?" that stupid smirk doll was in love with was still on his lips, but his eyes showed the worry, slightly down turned and eyebrows furrowed.

when doll turned around, her back to the door, she felt an overwhelming need to caress the crinkled space between his brows, to erase the distress buried there. it took all of her power to keep her hands to her sides, bruised fists clenched hard. "no mox, just heading to the door to come meet you outside is all." she smiled at him.

mox tilted his head at her, "you don't prefer a faster route?" he said glancing below.

doll shook her head at him. "you may have lost your mind moxley, but mine is still intact, thanks for the offer though"

"hmm okay, i guess i'll just let you walk through your old house and those creaky stairs, good luck on not waking up your parents." he winked at her knowing that he has won.

"it's perfectly safe, doll. i've done it plenty of times, no biggie." he says as he sees the hesitation on her face which didn't cease even after his reassurance. he rolled his eyes at her before speaking. "c'mon doll, i'll catch you, scout's honor!" he grinned before quickly jumping down doll's window.

she gasped, running to where mox just jumped looking down and seeing him there with that grin still on his face. with a grumble of "you were never a scout", she sucked it up, closed her eyes and jumped through the window as well.

not even two seconds had passed before the breeze stopped and she felt two warm hands on her body. "and on the ground you go."

she pried her eyes open to see her jon right in front of her with a small smile on his face, "told ya i would catch you. you think i'd let you fall? now c'mon! let's go get some snacks-" he paused, the humble smile being replaced by his usual cocky smirk, "-in a totally legal fashion"

-

he held the cold belt to his sweaty chest, slightly swaying on his feet as the crowd threw popcorn at him and shouted profanities. all it did was made him laugh and throw up his middle finger as he exited through the curtains, he always let that reaction roll off of his back, was all too used to it, after all.

and there she was, even with crossed arms, smudged mascara and the meanest look on her face, she was still the most beautiful woman to him. he smiled at her, an actual smile that was only reserved for her with eye crinkles and dimples and all, before opening up his arms and smushing her to his chest.

she forgot whatever frustrated words she planned to throw at him as the belt slapped her back and she leaned in to his embrace. "i fucking hate you for putting me through that" she told mox as she craddled his face, half covered in a mixture of his and his opponent's blood, in her hands before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" she softly smiled at him making his heart clench at how much she loved him.

turning twenty three made mox, not wiser nor more mature, but more aware at least and one of the things he became aware of was that he was a piece of shit and guys like him didn't get pretty things. especially pretty things, with pretty hearts and the prettiest mind like with his doll but for some reason he didn't know, there she was with him. sticking with him though everything in his life with soft hands and caring gazes. sometimes he wishes he could see him from her point of view cause he was certain they weren't seeing the same moxley.

there they were, outside in the chilly philadelphia weather, mox sitting on the pavement still in his ring gear and newly won czw world heavyweight championship belt on his lap and his doll above him with the first aid kit she always had with her dabbing at all his cuts with something that burned his nose, he could faintly make out the scent of alcohol in the air, brain too fried to really think about it. not that he needed to, it's not like his doll would ever do anything to hurt him and if he was being honest, even if she was to hurt him, he'd probably thank her.

it'd be a good way to go, in the hands of his doll.

her voice snapped him out of his trance, "you have to stop putting me through this mox" she sighed. "i love you and i love your wrestling but i wanna keep you and hold you for a long time" she tsk-ed at him, now dabbing at the dried blood all over his face.

he hated that, hurting her. it pained him seeing her sad because of him more than the actual match but it was the only way he could help pay the bills, he was sure as hell not gonna let his doll pay for it all herself.

"someday doll, someday."

someday we'll have everything we've ever wanted, we'll wrestle in better, safer places and have more money. i could give you all you want and everything you could ever need, but that someday isn't now.

-

"moxley! moxley! do you even hear me right now?"

everything in his line of sight was blurred, having to put energy in focusing on the figure in front of him. he nodded before grabbing the glass of whiskey and coke in front of him and downing it all before grabbing the bottle of whiskey and the plastic bottle of coke and making himself another drink.

this is what occupied his spare time for a while now, drinking when he wasn't wrestling and doll hated it.

what attracted doll to mox all those years ago in the first place was him being different. him not being like anybody else in the environment they grew up in, but now it clearly wasn't the case anymore. he was just like everyone she had a confrontation with since she was at the ripe age of nine years old, drunk and unaware.

she watched his drinking habits change from afar, this wasn't a transformation that happened at the snap of his fingers yet slowly but surely it got worse. the few drinks during special occasions became light drinking more frequently to heavy drinking after good shows until they landed to where they were now. doll couldn't pinpoint where it all went wrong.

for a few weeks now, doll took it easy on him, talking to him during the few times he was sober about how much he was worrying her with how frequent he drank along with his dangerous style of wrestling. moxley answered all of it with "i will doll, promise." with the smile only for her.

now her moxley smile was no longer to be found. she's finally had enough. she couldn't stop him when she took it easy on him, now she was going to force mox to stop, if everything went according to her plans.

"jon moxley, i want you to put down that glass of alchohol and for you to pour it down the drain. enough is enough. i am going to go outside and i will be going to take a walk, when i come back, all that stinking whiskey better be gone or else i will be."

an ultimatum, her or drinking. she was confident moxley was going to pick her, probably with a lot of whining and persuasive offers, but she knew that mox was going to pick his doll over alchohol.

she closed the door behind her, taking a walk in new york city, just as she said. it was uneventful because of doll's impatience. she knew that he would take a long time become coming to his senses and following her orders so she wanted to give him all the time he possibly needed if she got what she wanted at the end.

after a few hours, she went back to their motel feeling happy that she could finally get mox to stop his drinking, opening the door with the biggest smile on her face, the most genuine smile she's had since years, only for it to drop when she saw a new bottle of jack daniels on the small wooden table in the middle of the room.

moxley, probably exhausted, was passed out in, formerly theirs but now only his, bed on his stomach, face buried in the pillows.

doll rolled her eyes at the scene before writing him a note, packing her things and leaving.

he didn't know what to expect when he woke up, but it definitely wasn't this, his worst nightmare. maybe he's gotten a little too cocky, too sure of the fact that doll would never leave him like what they promised each other when they were teenagers.

he couldn't blame her though, how could he? after sticking with his shit for so many years, supporting his wrestling dream even when it didn't look promising and helping his with all his problems, including this one, he just didn't want to be helped and that was the straw that broke doll's back.

he grew up to regret it, she made it so easy for him. pour the alcohol down the drain or the would leave, simple but he still managed to fuck it up. there isn't a day in his life where he didn't think about it, even now where he has hit his mid thirties. none of the girls he met was like doll, they didn't look at him like she did, or touch him like she did or talk to him like she did and doll was the only person he craved. everyone else played second fiddle to her. so much so that it made him feel guilty about relationships post-doll where he would constantly compare the things doll did to his partner, it wasn't fair to them so those relationships ended as fast as they started.

seeing doll today backstage at revolution before his barbwire deathmatch with kenny omega didn't make it any easier for him. it hit too close to home, all too familiar. he had been a wreck after his lights out, unsanctioned match with omega during full gear and his match against joey janela. the dangers of those would be nothing to what he would experience today and he wondered what he would be like after, if he would be worse or better than those two hardcore-ish matches.

worse. the answer is a lot worse. the void in his chest that had been aching since her absence tore through skin and flesh, now throbbing more than it usually did. he felt raw and angry and sad and depressed all at the same time as he sat in his hotel room.

the top notch nurses and doctors aew had didn't compare to how doll patched him back up and he came to the conclusion that no one would be like doll. no one could ever make him feel like how she did.

a knock on the door startled him from his little emo session, gathering all of his strength, he got himself out of bed and walked to the door opening it to see doll standing there staring right through his soul.

"r u mine?"