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milfleeta · 2 years

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personally i think next season should include a twist where hemmer is actually alive. turns out his physiology interacted with the gorn babies in such a manner that not only did he survive them hatching out of his skin, but because he’s an aenar, he’s now also telepathically linked to them. he’s the parent of five lil baby gorns and he’s teaching them to act RIGHT. also hemmer has gorn super strength and his aenar-gorn babies are frost resistant.

#snw spoilers #hemmer #just shows up one day with the gorn babies hanging off of him like a jungle gym #‘hello nyota meet your siblings. I’ve told them all about you’#this post inspired by tarka tumblr shenanigans ily all #snw

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mxmollusca · 2 years

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When I get nervous, my fight or flight response manifests itself as my charisma getting cranked to 11. It's like being possessed by a demon. I black out, and wake up with 5 new best friends and absolutely no recollection as to how it came about.

What this means is that if I ever do meet Rhys Darby, we'll get matching robot tattoos and end up at a playground where we'll throw wood chips at one another, and I will go viral on Twitter overnight when someone posts a video of me pushing him on a playground merry-go-round until he cries.

And I will remember none of it.

#totally normal for rhys darby tumblr association #my love language is jungle gym

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trollbreak · 1 year

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Every so often u get a character thought that’s only tangentially related to what you’re talking about and. Peipre holding Yarrow back at arm’s length while she talks on the phone and Yarrow is absolutely trying to talk to the person on the other end at whatever cost

#and peipre trying so hard to sound like she’s not dealing with her best friend trying to climb over like a fucking jungle gym to come say hi #idk what scenario would prompt this but #…probably when phenga is out for too long. she’s a dear old friend and as long as everyone’s fine they can roughhouse over talking to her #did tumblr not post this? rude.

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mamaestapa · 1 year

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Welcome to the Jungle|| Joe Burrow x reader (Series Masterlist)

•summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•warnings: language, alcohol, slow-burn, jealousy, lots of angst and lots of fluff, smut, pregnancy, will add to this in more detail as the story progresses!

•chapters: 21/21

!IMPORTANT NOTE!

this is MY story from wattpad!! i’m transferring it over to tumblr as a Joe x reader instead of the Joe x OC that it is on my wattpad account. i do however want to make a statement that my account on wattpad IS under a DIFFERENT name!! however, it is still me. for a while, i never thought i would introduce my wattpad stuff to tumblr and vice versa, but i saw there’s a lot of stuff about joe on here, so i figured i’d share my work from wattpad with everyone! i’m under a fake name on tumblr for privacy reasons, but now that i’m “combining” accounts in a way, i will share my real name. you can continue to refer to me as abigail or as brooke. either is just fine! :)

chapters:

chapter one

•chapter summary: You arrive in Cincinnati and sign your lease to your new apartment

chapter two

•chapter summary: You move into your new apartment and meet your roommate—which ends up being quite the surprise

chapter three

•chapter summary: You’ve been living with Joe for a week now, how have things been going? While you relax by the pool, Joe brings over some guests that you didn’t plan on meeting right away…

chapter four

•chapter summary: You take the day to explore downtown Cincinnati. When you get home you find Joe engaging in some activities with a girl….

chapter five

•chapter summary: You attend your first Cincinnati Bengals game (that comes with lots fun and a surprise or two…)

chapter six

•chapter summary: You and Joe go back and forth doing things that bother one another and you get a surprise gym buddy ;)

chapter seven

•chapter summary: Groupchat with Joe and the guys

chapter eight

•chapter summary: There’s a storm in Cincinnati and you and Joe realize maybe the other isn’t so bad after all…

chapter nine

•chapter summary: You and Joe enjoy a morning together that gets ruined by an argument. Joe tries to make it up to you, but you have other plans

chapter ten

•chapter summary: You come home from your date with Evan feeling guilty and Joe, well, Joe makes a mistake and doesn’t know what he’s feeling

chapter eleven

•chapter summary: Joe struggles at practice and seeks advice from his teammates, then he comes home to a nice surprise…

chapter twelve

•chapter summary: Time skip! You and Joe decorate the apartment for Christmas! Fast forward a few weeks to Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and a couple days after Christmas…a lot happens. And what happens when Joe finds out you met someone while he was back home?

chapter thirteen

•chapter summary: Joe comes up with a plan to get Jake away from you…but does it work?

chapter fourteen

•chapter summary: You go to the playoff game Joe wanted you to come to. While you’re there, you reminisce on the last few months and figure out your true feelings for Joe…

chapter fifteen

•chapter summary: You and Joe confess your love for one another and share a very intimate moment after the Bengals win…(CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT!)

chapter sixteen

•chapter summary: You and Joe have a very important conversation the morning after your post game rendezvous

chapter seventeen

•chapter summary: You and Joe go Instagram official

chapter eighteen

•chapter summary: It’s the day of the AFC championship game. Joe has some sweet surprises for you and you meet Joe’s parents for the first time. However, the night doesn’t end the way you hoped it would…but at least you and Joe have each other.

chapter nineteen

•chapter summary: Off-season adventures shown off through an instagram photo dump

chapter twenty

•chapter summary: It’s just a few weeks away from the start of a new NFL season and you and Joe have a day full of surprises that will change your lives forever

chapter twenty-one

•chapter summary: You move into your new home with Joe and reminisce on all that has happened to you this past year. You finally get your happily ever after

epilogue

•chapter summary: Instagram posts and stories from the past nine months of yours and Joe's life. A great way to wrap up the end of this series❤️

#joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow #joe burrow smut #joe burrow x you #nfl imagines #cincinnati bengals #imagines #welcome to the jungle

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Keeper/Kept Thoughts(tm)

Canon if you want it to be! (The breaks mean nothing; Tumblr has a block character limit lol)

Two new friends for Feral With autistic Feral; more autistic Feral Taking medicine; Refusing medicine Chronic pain Rare Gaz Bites Simon actually punishes Feral; Part 2; aftermath; aftermath pt2 Hybrid Feral; Hybrid Feral in heat; Jungle Gym Hybrid pets Hunger strike Depression Nest Gaz and Feral alone together Gaz and creatures alone together; More Thoughts(tm) Bodyguard! Gaz, keeper/kept crossover Feral ~plays~ with Johnny; part 2; Thoughts

Feral's box Bad days Holidays! Needle Phobia; part 2 Spider phobia MW3 ending reaction Age Regression Someone invades the den Feral smoking? Feral is kidnapped Feral with abusive past; Good Girl with abusive past Simon plays guitar; Simon Sings Grocery shopping/recognition Anemic Glasses; Glasses continued (NEW)

Graves' pet Piercings Shy Girl with tattoo Calling Simon her bf High libido (semi-nsfw) Shy Thing finds out about Johnny/Feral Feral gets a tattoo Asexual pets Feral bites on accident Keeping a teammate Shy Thing's birthday oops Songbirds

Non-furry pets (NEW) Harmful Stims (NEW) Short hair and masculine clothes (NEW) Reverse-ish hybrid au (NEW) Children? (NEW) Good Girl's pet (NEW) Feral self-isolates (NEW) Insomnia/DSPS (NEW)

#thoughts™️#my writing #cod #keeper/kept au #reader fic #fanfiction

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 15: Found

Navigating to the new dynamic of your relationship is a challenge - for you and the Mandalorian. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-14 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: None really :) Whole fic is smutty and violent, minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 7k

You had to hand it to the Mandalorian, he knew how to pick a planet. Whatever world you were on was beautiful, snowcapped mountains in the distance, lush meadows with flowers you hadn’t seen before around you and trees nearby that were so tall it seemed like you’d be halfway into space if you made it to the top.

Of course, you were hardly in any shape to climb, but you managed to make it down the ramp, only grabbing Mando’s arm once on your way down. He was kind enough to pretend to look at the horizon while your legs stopped shaking. The baby, however, was not quite so polite. His ears trembled and he frowned and when your eyes met his, he was worried. You smiled, even though your back ached. It took a moment for it to help, but his concern eased.

At the bottom of the ramp, you damn near collapsed onto the grass, half from exhaustion but half because the grass looked insanely inviting.

“You OK?” Mando asked.

“I’m great,” you replied, lifting your head just enough to spread your hair out in the grass and press your neck into the cool ground. You took a deep breath, drinking in the scent of the untamed world. “You can just leave me here, I’ll die happy.”

“Maybe in a few decades,” he said dryly. You laughed, closing your eyes.

It had been a long time since you’d done this. Since Naboo, really. You’d wanted to on Dantooine but it hadn’t felt right. You needed to be up high, it was safer up there. Even before things with Kann were bad, something in you knew you couldn’t trust him enough to let your guard down like that. Here, you were comfortable. Safe.

You let yourself drift in and out of consciousness for a while, listening to bird calls you didn’t know, the happy sounds of the baby playing in the grass, the occasional modulated sigh from beside you.

Your mind drifted, too. Through your years on Dantooine, through trying to restart your life on Tatooine before that. It had been five years now since you were the person you were born as. Even longer if you tried to go back to who you were before you adopted temporary identities to access Imperial information. You’d have to do it again now.

After a while, you turned your head to look at the Mandalorian. You couldn’t help but smile a little. He was flat on his back, the baby using his metal-clad chest as a jungle gym. For a second, you wondered if he’d fallen asleep there, but he quickly caught the baby as he started to slide off the side of his chest.

“Mandalorian reflexes,” you smirked.

“Who knew training for battle could come in so handy with a foundling,” he said wryly. You watched him for a moment.

“You were a foundling too,” you said quietly.

“Yes,” he said after a moment.

“And he’s your foundling?”

The baby gave up on standing on the armor and plopped down on Din’s chest. The Mandalorian handed him a small, silver ball that he giggled happily at.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “If he has people, he should be with his people….”

He fell silent, watching the baby play with the ball, passing it from tiny hand to tiny hand.

“You might be his people,” you said quietly. He sighed.

“He needs people who can understand him,” he said. “That’s not me.”

You sighed, watching the baby hit the metal ball on Din’s chest, testing the different spots for the shifting sounds.

“How’s your back?” He asked after a while.

“Full of metal,” you replied. He snorted. “Hey, I’m basically half droid now. Maybe that will convince you to leave me here, we both know how much you love droids…”

“If you start thinking with your spine instead of your brain maybe I will,” he said.

You looked back up to the sky, a cloud drifting overhead. You remembered laying on the ground on Garqi, feeling like that sky might be the last thing you ever saw as Din kept just hitting and hitting Kann.

“You killed him,” you said eventually. It wasn’t a question. He was silent for a moment.

“I was always going to, Doll,” he said after a while. “If you’d come with me, it would have delayed it until you were safely on another world, but that’s all. I was always going to hunt him and kill him.”

“I’d have convinced you,” you said quietly. He didn’t respond.

The baby clambered off his chest and started climbing onto you and you let him, smiling as he used your arm for a step to navigate his tiny weight onto your breastbone. He looked down at you, mouth open in a smile, meeting your eyes. You laughed.

“What?” Din asked, shifting in the grass to look at you.

“Someone here’s hungry,” you smiled, the child’s nearly overwhelming want for food almost screaming at you as he held your gaze, his ears up. “You really can’t feel him, huh?”

“No,” he replied, getting up. “But I’m wondering if you being able to is going to be more trouble than it’s worth. Kid’s always hungry, now he’s got a short cut.”

He scooped the baby off your chest, eliciting a squeak of protest and a brief glimmer of frustration before he turned his eyes to the Mandalorian. Din tucked him into his side before holding his arm out to you and pulled you to your feet.

It took you a minute to steady yourself and you shifted your weight from leg to leg for a moment, testing things out. Every time you used your legs, things felt a little bit better.

“I’m going to hunt,” Din said, tucking the baby into his bag. You frowned. “What?”

“I thought you said this place was uninhabited,” you replied.

“Hunt food, Doll,” he replied. “Kid’s basically a carnivore, he gets grumpy on rations for too long. I’ve been sticking close to the ship since we got here and he’s getting fed up. Think you’ll be OK on your own for a few hours? I can help you get in the ship…”

“I’ll be fine,” you cut him off. “Go… kill stuff.”

You watched him disappear into the forest, wishing you could do the same, before taking a deep breath and making your way back into the ship. You managed to not fall but your calves burned from the short incline. Tomorrow, you decided, you were going to start some kind of training regime. At least move in some way. You couldn’t just stay this weak.

For now, you decided to take a shower. It had been at least a week since you last had one - though someone seemed to have cleaned you up a bit in the healing process. But you weren’t sure if any of your things had made it aboard. Not that you’d had much, but clothes that fit would be a plus - especially since you weren’t sure where the clothes you were wearing had come from and rifling through the Mandalorian’s things seemed ill-advised. More importantly, you wanted your data pad and your knife. There was so little left of your old life, the life that you’d thought you’d have forever until the Empire destroyed it, the thought of losing those things hurt.

You started looking through the hold to see if your bag had made it aboard and you stopped, staring at the place you’d always stored your things. Your bag was there - but so was another one, also familiar. It was a bag you’d left in your house on Dantooine. It was stuffed full, so full it looked like it had barely been able to close. You knelt slowly and opened it. Inside were clothes - all the clothes you’d had from Naboo, plus practical ones from Tatooine and Dantooine. But there was also a tea cup - just one, like a keepsake - from the set you’d drink from in the afternoon, watching as the rain fell on the fields with a book pulled up on your data pad. There was a necklace, the one Aidla had given you on your wedding day. It was simple but beautiful, you’d always wished you’d have a good reason to wear it again one day. The letters from Aidla were there, too, as well as a few bundles of dried flowers and jars of herbs. Pieces of the life you’d tried to make, all packed into this bag until it couldn’t hold any more of you.

You held the necklace, running your fingers over the aquamarine stone with silver filigree, remembering the day Aidla had given it to you. The wedding hadn’t been anything extravagant, you hadn’t even met Kann before that day. But it felt like it could be the start of something you could hold on to. Like you were in a place where you could put roots down and grow into a real person, not the amalgamation of other people’s needs and the demands of war that you’d become.

You looked to the ramp and out to the planet, toward where you knew the Mandalorian had gone hunting even though you couldn’t see him. How had he gotten this? How had he known where to go and what to save? Why’d he done it at all?

After picking some simple clothes from Dantooine - you’d lost too much muscle for anything from Naboo to fit - you went to the fresher. The water felt good on your aching back and you reached around, feeling your spine where you remembered feeling the knife go in. You could feel the difference where the cybernetics took over below your fingers. It felt like at least four vertebrae had been replaced, maybe more of the cord than that. No wonder you felt shaky. That’s a hell of an overhaul. You didn’t understand it, not any of it.

Once upon a time, what felt like a lifetime ago, you thought you had a good read on the Mandalorian. You definitely did, at least, in conflict. You could anticipate each other’s movements and cover each other. But in other things? You didn’t understand him at all. He’d left you. It was easy for him.

Some things you could write off. Maybe he’d been on Dantooine for a quarry and he was curious about how things had turned out. He was a Mandalorian, the best in the galaxy at hunting and tracking. So when he saw some sign of you at the weapons stand on Garqi, maybe he just tracked you on instinct. Even wanting to kill Kann. Of course he wouldn’t like abusive men. Those things made sense. Or you could make sense of those things, anyway.

But bringing you to a medic? Getting you cybernetic implants? Going back to your house and somehow finding the things you wished you’d been able to bring with you? He’d left you. It had been easy. You were cargo. It didn’t make sense. You didn’t understand him at all.

You took your time drying off and getting dressed again, still getting to know your new body. You didn’t have quite enough hair to properly braid - or, at least, not in the way you’d grownup doing it. So you just left it down and tried to not pay much attention to how hollow your cheeks looked now.

You found blankets - still stashed where they used to be - and made some tea in the galley before making your way back outside. The sun was setting, the sky a shock of purple and teal, and you sat down, watching the horizon. Your back hurt, legs too, but it was better than you’d felt in years.

The Mandalorian emerged from the forest not long after, dangling a large bird by the legs with one hand, helping the baby perch on his shoulder with the other. You stifled a laugh at the idea of the mighty warrior bowing to the whims of the kid.

“Can you keep an eye on him for a minute?” He asked, dropping the bird beside you before setting the baby down carefully. “I need to find wood.”

“Of course,” you smiled at the kid, arms wide. “Who wouldn’t love to hang out with this little guy?”

You both watched as Mando traipsed back off to the woods. You pulled the bird in front of you, the baby making a curious sound before reaching a clawed hand out for it. He looked at you and you felt the longing. You smiled.

“Well, we have to pluck it first, bud,” you said, grabbing some feathers and pulling before holding them up to demonstrate. “And then we have to cook the thing.” His ears drooped. “You can make it go faster by helping though! Just grab and pull, see?”

You demonstrated again before giving him room to come in and grab some feathers himself.

Mando made quick work of finding firewood and building a fire, and you’d successfully plucked the bird by the time the blaze was going. He took the bird to finish prepping it and you stood up - still shaky - to get a few things from the galley, including a treat to hold the kid over until meal time. The growing longing when he met your eyes was getting old quick.

“You’re just going to spoil him,” Mando said as you gave the kid a half a cracker.

“You try saying no to that face when you can feel what he wants,” you replied, waiting for him to finish the half he was working on.

“Knew that was going to be trouble,” he muttered, putting the bird on a makeshift spit and setting it over the fire.

You watched the fire for a moment, the light reflecting off the beskar as the sunset faded and the stars came into full view. You gave the baby another cracker.

“I found my things,” you said after a while. “Thank you.” He just nodded once before turning the spit. “How’d you know?”

“Know what?” He asked.

“All of it,” you shrugged. “Where to go, what to grab.”

“I’m a bounty hunter, Doll,” he replied. “I knew who you were, I could have found you any time. You didn’t have much on you, it seemed like you left in a hurry…” He shrugged. You nodded slowly. “Figured you’d want the Naboo things. Thought you’d miss that the most. Took a guess on the rest. Had to burn the place behind me, though.”

“So Liska’s dead?” You wrapped your arms around your knees in front of you.

“Seemed like the best move,” he shrugged again.

“It was,” you sighed. You felt him watching you. “It’s a shame. She started out well.”

“Why did you care if I killed him?” He asked. “You said you didn’t love him, so what was it?”

“Apart from you, he’s the only person in the galaxy who knew me as I am now,” you said after a moment. “Everyone else is dead or, for all they know, I’m dead. It was nice existing to someone….” You sighed, looking up at the stars. You didn’t know the constellations here. “And then…. I didn’t know him before we got married. I met Kann the day of our wedding. But Aidla and Tam both said he was kind, a good man. Someone who would help me settle. I don’t think they knew him particularly well but…. What if he was good, before me? What if he’d have stayed good and kind if he’d never been exposed to me?”

“Doll…”

“You have to hand it to me, Mando,” you looked at him. “I have a knack for bringing out the absolute worst in people. I’m very good at hurting someone and breaking them. What if I did that to him without ever meaning to? I didn’t want him to live, I’m not a good enough person for that, but I didn’t want to be the thing that killed him. Not if I ruined him, too.”

The baby put a hand on your leg and you looked down, his eyes wide, his mouth drawn. He was concerned… and hungry. You laughed a little, handing him another cracker.

“Kid,” Mando scolded, and he toddled over to him. He looked back up at you. “For what it’s worth, I’ve never seen you bring out the worst in anyone.”

“Thanks,” you smiled a little at him before looking back up at the stars. With the fire and the crest the only light around, they were bright, painting the whole sky in swirling light. You felt a small hand on your arm and looked down to see the kid peering up at you. While he still wanted food, he was more concerned. You smiled and picked him up, putting him on your lap so his little back was leaning against your propped up legs.

“Hi there,” you said softly, letting him wrap his tiny hands around your thumbs. His eyes ranged over you, like he was trying to figure out your face. “I know, lots of confusing flesh over here, no armor.”

He reached a little hand forward and you leaned close so he could touch your face as he figured things out. He grabbed your nose and you scrunched it at him, making him giggle. You puffed your cheeks out - marveling, for a second, at the fact that it didn’t hurt - and he pushed on them, laughing.

“He likes you,” Mando said. You shrugged, eyes not leaving the baby. “He doesn’t like everyone but he likes you.”

His tiny fingers found your hair and you swept it over your shoulder so he could access it all. He seemed thrilled. The Mandalorian started taking the bird off the spit, getting the kid’s attention, his eyes meeting you for just a moment before he started trying to climb off your lap. You laughed.

“Yeah, still hungry,” you said, helping him down. You kept him close, away from the fire. “I can feed him if you want, keep his back to you so you can eat, too. I won’t look, promise.”

Din paused, looking at you for a moment.

“Thank you,” he said eventually. You nodded.

He divided up the bird before going to sit behind you and the kid, who you kept caged with your legs and arms and distracted with food.

“You seem… less mad,” Din’s unmodulated voice was close behind you. You automatically tilted an ear toward the sound, hating how much you liked it. “With me, anyway.”

You gave the kid another cracker to try to slow him down and keep him from choking on bones.

“I wasn’t ever mad at you,” you sighed eventually. “I was mad at myself. I…” You sighed again, trying to figure out how to say it without sounding like a fool or a child. “I never should have become friends with you. I got attached and I shouldn’t have. I was cargo, you did your job. I had no reason - no right - to be hurt by that. You didn’t do anything wrong, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” You were quiet for a second before smiling a little. “Definitely shouldn’t have pulled a blaster on you.”

He laughed once.

“I knew you weren’t going to use it,” he said. “Not sure it really counts.”

“I’ve gone soft,” you said, helping the kid navigate one of the bird’s legs. “But I’m guessing I’m one of the few people who’s pointed a blaster at you and lived to tell the tale.”

“Don’t spread it around,” he replied. “Can’t lose my reputation.”

You smiled to yourself. You’d forgotten how easy things could be with him when you weren’t trying to pick a fight. It had been so long since you’d had a friend, it was strange having this much extended interaction with another person. You hadn’t fully realized how alone you’d been on Dantooine. With the exception of your month with Aidla and Tam, the last time you’d said more than the fewest words necessary to someone was with Din. You’d missed it.

The kid finally seemed satisfied after eating what had to be his weight in bird, clambering onto your lap and burying his face into your chest with a contented sigh. You looked down at him as he snuggled into you. Mando - helmet back in place - came and sat beside you.

“Does he usually do this?” You asked quietly, nodding down at the baby.

“Not sure,” he shrugged. “Haven’t had him around many other people. Don’t trust them.”

You cautiously put your arms around the kid to hold him steady and slowly lay back into the grass, looking up at the stars overhead, the firelight dimming. The baby yawned into you and you stroked his little back.

“Dank ferrik he’s cute,” you said. “I can see why you keep him around. Where does he usually sleep?”

“He’s got a hammock but good luck keeping him there,” Din said, taking the bag he’d been using to carry the kid off and setting it between you. “He wakes up before you and it’s nothing but trouble.”

The kid’s breathing changed. Asleep, you guessed.

“How long have you been with him?” You asked, turning your head but trying to keep your body as still as possible to not disturb the sleeping baby on your chest.

“A few months,” he replied. “I got the job a few months after Aidla and Tam died. He’s been with me ever since.”

“And you haven’t named him?” You frowned. “What do you call him?”

“Normally just kid,” he shrugged. “It didn’t feel right to name him. He must have a name, he just can’t tell me what it is. I kept my name after I became a foundling. He should get to do the same.”

“When did you become a foundling?” You asked, watching him. His armor was orange in the firelight. He stared straight ahead.

“During the Clone Wars,” he said quietly. “My village was attacked by Separatists. My parents managed to hide me before they were killed. Mandalorians saved me before they could kill me, too. They took me in, I joined the Fighting Corps.”

“How old were you?” You asked, hand still running over the baby’s back.

“Not really sure,” he shrugged. “About 10, I think. Not much younger than you when you started training.”

You nodded, looking back up at the stars.

“Did you think you’d make it this far?” You asked eventually, still staring at the broad, unending sky.

“I’d hoped,” he said, laying back beside you as the firelight dimmed. “Wasn’t sure I’d keep up for a while. You?”

“No,” you shook your head. You could feel his eyes on you. “Once it turned serious and Sosh started actually campaigning, I didn’t think I’d make it past her reign. It was too dangerous, the things she was talking about doing were too dangerous. One of the women who served with my mother died protecting their charge, other handmaids had died since. It always seemed to coincide with when a queen got a bit… displeased with what the Empire was doing. I didn’t think I’d make it to the end of the war. Maybe I’d have done things differently if I had.”

You were both silent again.

“When did you put on the helmet?” You asked after a while of just listening to the soft sounds of the sleeping planet around you.

“A few years into training,” he replied.

“And it’s stayed on since?” You asked.

“Around any other living thing,” he replied. “This is the way.”

“Is that strange to think about?” You turned your head again. His beskar reflected the stars, pinpoints of light across his body.

“I don’t know another way,” he said. “But it’s… odd. Thinking you or the kid wouldn’t know me if you saw me without it.”

“I’d know,” you said, probably a bit too quickly.

“How?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “But I would. You’re you. I’d feel it. So would he, I’m sure. And not just because he’s a Jedi.”

You both looked at each other for a while as the last of the fire went dark, the soft sound of the baby’s sleep against your chest.

“It’s OK if you don’t find his people,” you said after a while. “It’s OK if he knows you and loves you. You can be his people.”

He looked away from you, up to the stars, and sighed. You kept watching him until you were too tired to keep your eyes open, falling asleep surrounded by the grass and the child and the Mandalorian.

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This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Din hadn’t been sure what he’d do with you once he’d convinced you to come with him, he figured he’d deal with that problem once it was a problem. After talking with you, he’d expected prickly distance and a cold shoulder for a few weeks. And that was fine. How it should be.

He’d soak up the time with you, let you get to the point where you didn’t feel indebted to him, then take you to a safe planet somewhere with enough credits to get you started. He hadn’t thought you’d talk with him like this again. Or that the kid would get quite so attached to you.

The kid had barely left your side while you were unconscious, his little mouth almost perpetually frowning, huge eyes sad, ears drooped. Din had had to let him up onto the bed so he could touch your face a few times a day.

Maybe it was because you could feel what he felt but he’d quickly become almost obsessed with you. It was almost no surprise that, when Din found you awake, the baby was on your lap, happily playing with your hair and his shirt that he’d dressed you in after the medic had finished her work.

The kid seemed much more at ease now that you were awake and you seemed content to give him whatever he wanted. Of course, Din knew he wasn’t much better. It was hard saying no to him, especially when what he wanted was frequently so easy to give. Just a snack here or a trinket there, why not indulge him?

He wasn’t sure if it was the kid who had softened you to him or if it was something else. When you said you hadn’t ever been mad at him, he believed you. Part of him had known that all along, probably why he kept going back to Dantooine. Like he knew you’d rage at him for a bit for leaving you behind - a choice that seemed even stupider now than it had when he’d first flown away - but that, before too long, you’d go back to the easy rapport you’d fallen into now. Friends. Or almost friends, at least.

He’d been counting on some animosity from you, he realized now. At least for a little while - a week or two at the minimum. You’d always enjoyed defying him on principle it seemed, half the joy you got from climbing seemed to come from just pissing him off as he watched you go higher and higher to places he couldn’t reach and had no hope of saving you from if you fell. Just to be out of his control. He’d thought you’d be picking fights with him, folding yourself into hiding places, purposely doing the exact opposite of what he told you to do for a while. It would have helped him maintain a cool distance. He needed that distance.

Now, you’d fallen into where you’d been before the night on Bisneth, the night that Din wanted to regret because it had broken everything but couldn’t bring himself to hate. How was he supposed to avoid you if you were willing to be close? How could be maintain distance if you were trying to know him and he wanted you to?

On Nevarro, when Gideon said his name, it felt like poison. Like it was something sacred that he’d taken and tried to ruin. But with you, it was right. He’d liked that, for years, you were the only person who knew it. It was good, hearing it on your voice. How could he not be beside you when you saw him in that way? How could he leave you behind again?

He signed, looking at you. Your face was peaceful in sleep, still turned toward him. You looked more your age when you were asleep. He wondered what you would have been without the Empire forcing you to become something you hated. What would he have been? He wouldn’t have ever met you or the kid. Would life have felt worth it without you both or would he just have not known what he was missing?

You mumbled something and adjusted. He went to catch the kid but even in your sleep, you were protecting him. Your arm tightened around him and you rolled onto your side, curling around him slightly, your lips drifting to the top of his tiny green head.

Din had hardly handed the kid off to just anyone, but he’d met Cara, Karga, Peli, Kuiil. None of them had mentioned feeling what the kid felt and he was certain one of them would have told him. He didn’t think it was something missing in him, it was something there in you. There was something about you that was able to connect with the kid in a way no one else he’d come across had. The kid clearly felt it, too. Why else would he have latched onto you so hard? Beyond the fact that everyone seemed to want to latch onto you. Din had.

He rolled onto his side, crossing his arms, watching you absently comfort the kid in your sleep. He’d need to start building a wall between you or he’d never be able to leave you behind. But he could absorb your presence when it wouldn’t make a difference or send mixed signals. He watched you until he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, you skin painted in starlight.

It took him a moment to realize where he was in the morning. He didn’t sleep too deeply when hunting, the only time he let himself really rest was onboard the Razor Crest. Waking up anywhere else was disorienting. It took him a few seconds to realize you were gone.

“Doll?” He sat up quickly, looking around. There was no sign of you. He flipped his helmet to heat sensor mode and the field around him sprang to life, signs of tiny creatures every few feet but no sign of you. The bag he used to carry the kid was gone. “Doll, where are you?”

He jumped to his feet and ran inside the Crest, leaving the heat sensor on.

“Kid?” He yelled, scrambling into the cockpit to check there. Nothing. “Doll?”

Even with the sensor on, he checked your old hiding places and where the kid liked to stash himself, nearly tossing the damn ship before running back out of the hold. He switched the sights to tracking, trying to find some sign of you.

The thick, long grass was hard to track through but he found a footprint of yours, just the edge of it in some exposed earth, enough to get a bead on you. The tracking mode of the helmet was able to latch onto your path then and he ran, following you into the woods.

He wasn’t sure what kind of lead you had on him and he knew he should pace himself but he couldn’t stop from running full tilt into the forest, following your footsteps along the leaf-covered ground.

He’d gone more than a click when he had to slow down a bit, lungs and legs threatening to give out if he kept up that pace for much longer, but he kept going at a run. He knew his body’s limits, though he wondered if they’d even apply in a situation where you and the kid were in danger.

Two clicks in, he came upon a stream and your trail stopped.

“Dank farrik!” He swore, flipping the helmet to heat sensor mode again, scanning the trees. There were some large things in the distance, some birds in the trees, smaller creatures scattered about but nothing human.

“Doll!” He screamed it, even though he knew it was useless. He switched to regular vision and tried to think like you for a moment. He didn’t think you were strong enough to try climbing yet, especially since these trees didn’t have many branches low enough for you to get a good hold on. And he didn’t think you’d risk climbing with the kid. He looked upstream and didn’t see anything different than what he’d just passed. Downstream, though, he saw some bushes with flowers and berries. He ran to them, switching back to tracking mode. There were hoof prints at the berry bush, but no sign of you. He frowned, working his way around the bush, when the tracker picked up your footprints again. You’d come at the bush from the other direction, from behind a large tree that you’d come to from out of the stream. He sighed. You’d probably watched whatever this creature was eat the berries and decide they were safe to try yourself. He hoped you were right, he could see a few of the lavender fruits on the ground, a sure sign that you’d grabbed at least a handful - he doubted an animal would have left them there.

He scanned the ground, finding your footprints again, continuing along the stream - staying out of it this time at least - and he picked up your trail, running after you. You didn’t stick to the stream for very long, only about half a click, before turning and heading back toward the Crest. He saw another bush with the same berries that way and you’d stopped there, too. Your footprints picked up an additional point not long after. You’d picked up a walking stick, he guessed, having pushed yourself too hard after having damn near half your spine replaced just days ago.

“Only been conscious a few fucking hours and disappearing,” he muttered, still tracking you while wondering how early you must have woken up to have made it this far in your current state.

Your tracks were fresher and he switched to heat sensor, quickly spotting your shape up ahead, taking a full breath for the first time in what felt like forever. He caught up to you quickly, slowing to a normal pace and stalking up to you as you talked to the kid, who was safely tucked into the bag at your hip.

“And that’s why so many plants are green, regardless of what planet you’re on,” you said, holding up a leaf. The kid took it, examining it.

“Doll,” Mando snapped, and you spun to face him, whipping your walking stick around to use as a weapon before taking a breath and lowering it.

“Mando,” you said, putting a hand to your chest. “You scared me.”

“Yeah?” He said darkly. “Good. What were you thinking, taking off like that?”

You frowned, looking taken aback.

“That I’m an adult who wanted to go for a walk,” the kid looked up at him, ears dipping low. “It’s an uninhabited planet, Mando, how much trouble could I really get in?”

“You?” He growled. “A lot of it. And you don’t get to just take off with my kid without me knowing.”

“I thought you said he wasn’t yours,” your chin was defiantly tipped up, brows raised.

“For now, he’s mine,” he snapped. “And I won’t accept you taking risks with what’s mine.”

The baby made a concerned noise and you looked down at him, frowning.

“No, it’s OK bud,” you said, giving his little head a pat. “He’s just being unreasonable.”

He glared at you from beneath his helmet and you seemed to sense it, in the way you always did. You glared back, taking the bag with the child in it off your body and holding it out to him, almost daring him to take it from you. He did, putting the bag on before starting off back towards the Crest.

“Doll,” he barked back over his shoulder. “If you don’t come, I swear I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” You snapped. “What are you going to do if I decide to just go for a longer walk? If I decide to get back to the Crest when I feel like it? You’ve got what’s yours so leave me out of it.”

He turned around and stalked back toward you until he was standing directly in front of you, leaning over so the front of his helmet was just inches from your nose. You narrowed your eyes.

“If you don’t come back to the Crest on your own,” he said. “I swear I’ll make you. Don’t test me.”

You held his gaze for a second too long, just a bit too defiant. He could tell you weren’t going to come willingly, even though he knew you had to be sore and tired from walking this far so soon after your injury. He sighed before bending over, tucking his shoulder into your stomach, putting an arm around your thighs and picking you up.

“Hey!” You yelled, bringing your fists down uselessly on his armor-plated back. “Put me down!”

“I gave you a choice,” he said, adjusting your body so you were more secure. You were a lot lighter than his quarries, carrying you was hardly a challenge.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to make it!” You hit him again.

“Oh you made it,” he replied. “I saw it in your eyes. You decided to do exactly what I told you not to do.”

You let out a yell of frustration and hit his back again. The kid cooed, sounding concerned.

“No, I’m not hurt,” you said, tone still frustrated while you tried to sound reassuring. “Mando is just being a domineering asshole.”

“No,” he replied. “You were being needlessly defiant. You’re still healing, Doll, you can’t just go traipsing through the woods. I don’t feel like trying to track you before you get eaten alive because you pushed yourself too hard.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re the single most frustrating person I’ve ever met,” he replied. “So I guess we’re even.”

Din was certain the trip back to the Crest was shorter with you slung over his shoulder than it would have been with you on foot. After a few more feeble hits at his back - and a reminder that the beskar was going to do more damage to you than to him - you went limp. He’d be worried you were unconscious if you weren’t periodically responding to the kid’s little sounds and what must have been eye contact that revealed his feelings. Finding every way you could to be difficult - that was the Doll he remembered.

When you’d all made it back to the Razor Crest, he deposited you on your feet on the ground, your arms immediately crossing and glaring up at him, fire in your eyes. He pulled the kid out of the bag and set him on the ground.

“You done being an overbearing jackass?” You demanded.

“No,” he replied. “Lift up your shirt.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyes narrowed.

“You pushed yourself too hard,” he replied. “I need to check your back to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. Turn around and lift up your shirt.”

You glared at him before you obeyed, sweeping your hair over your shoulder and lifting your shirt. Din slipped a glove off without really thinking about it, his body several steps ahead of his mind when given the chance to touch you, and he brought his fingers to your spine. You let out a small gasp when his skin touched yours before standing up a little straighter. The skin where the cybernetics were was red and warm to the touch. He pressed on it gently and you jumped a little, on instinct, before holding yourself still again.

“Did that hurt?” He asked. You paused.

“No.”

“Doll,” he growled.

“It’s fine,” you snapped.

“Your cybernetics are overheating,” he replied, gently tracing the line of your bones and implants through your skin. You were still so soft, you’d felt so good to hold, to touch, to press into. What would it be like to feel you around him, below him… He shook himself mentally. “Do you have any idea how many nerves run through your spine?”

“At least one.” You said wryly. His hand lingered on you.

“The implants need to adjust to you,” he said, forcing himself to pull his hand away. He yanked the glove back on before he found a reason to touch you again. “You push them too hard and they’ll fry.”

You dropped your shirt and turned to face him again. Even when you were pissed you never failed to find exactly where his eyes were under the visor, meeting them, looking right through him.

“You’re useless when it comes to helping with bounties or the kid if your back doesn’t work,” he snapped. “Don’t be an idiot.”

The kid squeaked from the ground, looking back and forth between the two of you. You looked at him for a second before looking back to the Mandalorian.

“He thinks you’re an asshole, too,” you said.

“Does he?” He asked. “Or are you lying?”

“Thought you could always tell when I’m lying,” you replied.

He held your glare for a moment.

“Watch the kid,” he said.

“You’re going to trust what’s yours with an idiot?” You snapped. He ignored you.

“Going for supplies,” he said. “Don’t leave the Crest, Doll, or I will make you regret it.”

He felt your glare on him as he went to the woods, the wall he’d wanted to put up between you building quickly. He wondered when it would stop feeling so wrong.

#fanfic #mandalorian fanfic #enemies to friends to lovers #din djarin #slow burn #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

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blues-sues · 4 months

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Unfortunately the ask @dingbat-things sent was EATEN BY TUMBLR but luckily

I got it screenshot!

Alright! So ... The babies...

I'm really attached to Charm & Todd so I think I'll keep them but it's up to dingbat whether or not they'll keep Quiz!

Now, onto my rambles!

Relationship between parents: Rue & Lumi would probably get along, honestly. Rue herself is pretty soft for kids, but she also has ZERO EXPERIENCE when dealing with them. The lab doesn't really let her around the younglings yet. But I think with some practice and support from Lumi she'd be quite the impressive parent. Going all out for anything they want. I'm sure Lumi finds it funny when Rue is used as a living jungle gym against her will because it definitely surprises her.

Relationship with children:

Rue; Rue tries to be close to them, but it's... Hard. She never had a stable parental figure growing up, so it's distressing trying to figure out how to parent. Luckily- she has Charm. Charm is the chillest child one could get. She loves to simply cuddle up to her parents and is very quiet. She prefers to listen. Rue knows she shouldn't pick favorites, but she feels lots of affection to her daughter. Todd is also a very attached fella, but it doesn't matter to who. He likes climbing on ANYONE he can. Literally anyone within reach and boom he's climbing on them. Quiz and her unfortunately aren't that close...

Lumi; Lumi has to deal with Quiz being a clingy shithead. Quiz will not let him go ANYWHERE without him. He's like a purse you can never take off, clinging onto his arm constantly. Nobody knows WHY he's so clingy, it's like he was born to be attached to things. He and Todd definitely climb on eachother when they're left alone and it becomes a battle of who can cling to the other the longest. Charm also enjoys using her father as a fluffy pillow due to his slightly longer fur. Makes him comfy to lay on.

Children info:

Todd, male, he/him, rash nature, proud of it's power.

Charm, female, she/her, quiet nature, often lost in thought.

Quiz, male, he/him, brave nature, likes to thrash about.

Note: Dingbat is allowed to make any changes to Quiz if they wish to keep him!

#pokemon #mewtwo #mewtwo oc #babytwo #blues' crackship

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sweetsreverie · 1 year

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Heyyy Sweet💗, may I please request hc’s of what type of dads the 1 4 1 soldiers would be around/with their children

tysm for requesting this because it made my heart so so happy 🫶🏼

umbrella headcanons: they’re all protective as shit over their kids and don’t bring their work home with them. they never discuss it in front of the little ones.

simon "ghost" riley

realistically, i don't see him ever having children due to his job and his own childhood

BUT... tumblr doesn't need to be realistic hehe

but really, he would be somewhat terrified of parenthood because the last thing he wants is to be like his father

so he's going to do everything he possibly can to be the best father he can be

simon says that he has a cold heart, but i think he could become tender-hearted when he has a child

but also, for a while he honestly has no idea what to do around children

he really tries to keep his voice gentle when he's with them, and he becomes somewhat of a gentle giant when he becomes a dad

he'll never use baby talk with his kids, he'll talk to them like they understand everything he's saying

he would absolutely spoil his kids because he didn't get that as a kid

he's so so protective of them - he always keeps them in his sight when you're away from home and out in public

the monsters under the bed stand no chance against him either!

his kid(s) cling onto him like koalas, or like how kittens will climb up your legs? yeah, just like that. he's a jungle gym to them

john "soap" mactavish

soap is a whole goof of a dad tbh

but he's got the biggest heart

while he can be goofy, he doesn't play about his kid's safety, ever

he'll teach his kid(s) all sorts of scottish slang from the get-go

the kids love when he tells stories and reads from their books - he tries to use different voices for the little characters

soap unironically enjoys watching bluey with the kids

he'll also watch those baby sensory videos with the dancing fruits

when he works out at home, the kids cling to him and refuse to leave him alone despite your efforts

he'll use them as barbells or do push-ups while they pile on his back

if you have a daughter, she always puts her little hair clips in his mohawk

he absolutely leaves them there

he'll be such a proud dad, of everything his kids do

artwork on the fridge, good grades hung up, all that stuff

the type of dad to laugh when his kid curses rather than scold them for it, even though he knows it's wrong

john price

price is probably gonna be the most normal dad on this list

he would also be super protective of his kids, tbh they all are

would probably smoke his cigars outside so the smoke wouldn't be around the kids inside

absolute football dad

if your kids show any sort of interest in it, he's enrolling them for some kids league football

he'll also watch games with them and tell them all about what's going on

also the type to not baby talk his kids tbh

he probably thought he would never have kids so he cherishes them so much when they're born

he gets them hats that match his and they love wearing them

he had to start trimming his beard when the baby started to pull on it

he loves doing things outside with them, whether it's tending to a little herb garden or going for a walk

kyle "gaz" garrick

gaz is also pretty normal tbh

he's so eager to be a good dad, and he did so much research online about kids

he's an absolute sweetie and softie for his kids

boy or girl, he likes to do their hair whenever he's home

i feel like he would be a home-made baby food enthusiast, idk why

he loves reading to his kids!! they have so many books, i can see him starting a book with them and reading a chapter or so before bed whenever he's home

he's a dad that always tells his kids that he loves them unconditionally, and they never have a doubt about his love

he thought that kid leashes were stupid until he needed to get one for his kid

he'd also unironically watch kids shows with the kids

he heard that cocomelon is bad so that's a no-go

tag list: @ho3forghost @juggernaunt @shellfishb34ch @redpool @madamepozum

#simon ghost riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #soap headcanons #price headcanons #gaz headcanons #modern warfare headcanons

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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year

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Your Prime Mover fics and hc's give me life and I'm so glad I found out you have a tumblr 😭 if I can ask, how do you think each papa's ghouls interact with the children?

I am so very glad you are enjoying my writing and my blog 🥰

Primo

Papa I's ghouls are very protective. They lurk around in the background, mostly in silence, always seen but not heard. Think of them kind of like the Queen's guard. Primo's girls' favorite thing to do is put their collection of botany stickers on the ghouls' robes which they like to show off to one another when no one is looking.

Secondo

Papa II's ghouls live in a constant state of panic. They know if they are NOT at Secondo's twins' every beck and call, they will never hear the end of it. The twins and them interact mostly as a means of chaperones bringing them to and from their Daddy.

Terzo

Papa III's ghouls absolutely love the kids. Omega is basically a build in jungle gym for them and the rest of the ghouls love participating in whatever games they come up with. Whether its fighting like pirates, pretending to be vampires, or Mena's favorite, playing House...they enjoy every moment of it.

Copia

Papa IV's ghouls are very similar to Terzo's. The ghouls overall love the kids and play with them often. Mountain is the absolute best at piggyback rides. Aether and the ghoulettes actively seek them out to play games and find creative ways to help them mess with their dad. And while Dew/Sodo tries to pretend that he doesn't like them...deep down he also finds them quite darling.

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banannabethchase · 1 year

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first off, lemme at your coworker, I just wanna talk 😠

here is another tumblr post I always thought would be a fun story https://sarahcakes613.tumblr.com/post/680725394897371136/portraitoftheoddity-thinking-about-how-my-mom (my thought had been Roman and Seth both sneaking things into Dean's bag but I could also see it with many other pairings!)

File under "things Sara thought would be a quick little fun prompt fill that escalated and took on a life of its own, Alex."

Intrigue - on AO3

Somebody keeps leaving Band-Aids in Mox's bag after matches, and it's getting weird. As he tries to figure out who the culprit is, things escalate. Quickly.

Multi chapter because I needed 3 different points of view, and my compulsive issues did not allow me to mix POVs in one chapter. Yes, I know that's weird.

Written for a prompt by sarahcakes613 based on this delightful text post and I kind of went haywire with it. I think my brain went, "How can I simultaneously answer the prompt and disregard it completely?"

Chapters 1 and 2 are teen rated silly fluff. Chapter 3 is...well, chapter 3 is the reason for the E rating. For the purposes of easy reading, they will be combined into one post here on tumblr with indications for each chapter.

Part 1: Mox

It happens first after Mox gets cut open after Blood and Guts, when he looks back at it. That day he’d gotten a little bloody, but most of it was somebody else’s. He considered it a win. When he got backstage, there was a neat little box of Band-Aids on top of his bag. Peach toned, various sizes. Just sitting there.

“Anybody lost a box of Band-Aids?” he called to the locker room, but nobody noticed or said anything. In hindsight, this is when he should have realized.

Mox is beginning to get suspicious. It’s not that he can’t forget things – God knows he does so even more now that he’s older – but he’s pretty sure he doesn’t pack this many Band-Aids in his bags. He’s almost positive. He knows it’s only at AEW shows, because he actually went looking for a Band-Aid in his bag after a rogue tack at a GCW show and couldn’t find any.

There’s more than just the box this time. Somebody’s shoved a bunch of Captain America Band-Aids into the pocket of his jeans along with the box neatly settled on top of his bag.

Mox looks around the room, trying to find somebody looking suspicious or guilty, somebody who’s watching his movements a little more clearly than usual. Nobody. He asks Yuta, thinking the sweet kid was trying to be helpful, except, when Mox thanks him, he looks bewildered.

He’d had a hint to who it had been before his match with Hangman, but, as he makes his way back to his bag in the locker room, there they are. There’s no way Hangman had put them there before the match -Mox had been in here until the last second – and after, well. Hangman couldn’t even walk.

This time, though, it’s a handful of Barbie Band-Aids scattered all across his bag. No neatly placed box. He figures whoever it was didn’t have time.

He shakes his head, feeling a little crazy. There’s every chance he’s made this up, that the Band-Aids are just left over from somebody’s kid toddling through the locker room while saying hi to their parent.

But not three times.

Not in his bag every time.

He reaches his breaking point in January, when it’s happened almost every day he’s been at an AEW taping since Blood and Guts. It’s gotten even stranger. He gets back from his match, a box of standard peach toned Band-Aids resting on top of his things, and then a handful of…they look like crayons? When he looks closer, he confirms it: a bunch of loose crayon Band-Aids shoved into one of his gym shirts. He sits up and looks around.

Nobody is staring at him, waiting for a reaction. Yuta’s on the phone. Claudio’s doing one armed pushups, the showoff. Mox watches for a moment, because he knows on good authority that Claudio likes it when people watch him. Jungle Boy is texting somebody furiously while Hook looks asleep next to him. The Best Friend clan is huddled around Danhausen, muttering like nobody else is in the room with them.

He’s got to get to the bottom of this before it drives him to break out the nonalcoholic beer.

“Okay, seriously, what the fuck.” Mox stands up and walks into the meeting room. After Rampage, most of the talent have usually left, but the leadership group (that’s who he is now with the new contract, he’s leadership, it still baffles him) been requested to check in with Tony before everybody leaves. The time difference here on the West Coast was fucking with him just as badly as the Band-Aid weirdo so he’s not even tired. He should be. “Who the fuck keeps leaving the Band-Aids all over my shit?” He holds up the box, turns around the locker room, waving it in everybody’s faces. He would probably benefit from using one of them to staunch the bleeding on his forehead, but it adds a level of drama he’s a bit fond of. “Spill. Out with it.”

To his surprise, Nick Jackson looks completely bored. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s not you?” Mox asks, shaking the box to make a fun little noise. Nick, to his credit, just blinks slowly.

“What’s not me?”

“The Band-Aids!” Mox practically yells. “Somebody in here has been leaving Band-Aids in all my stuff.”

He looks around the room for some sort of hint, somebody with a shitty poker face. Tony, exasperated and so done. Kenny Omega, furiously typing on his phone who looks up only to shake his head and go back to the conversation. Amanda and Megha, standing impatiently as they glare at Mox. Finally, he hits the mark: Matt Jackson’s eyes widen.

“Oh, your dumb little Bambi eyes gave you away, you little shit,” Mox says, staring down Matt.

Matt does not have an ounce of Nick’s stoicism. “I – not those!”

Mox blinks. “What?”

“Can you two do this later?” Tony asks. “Also, Jesus, Mox, clean up your forehead. What’d you do, blade with a steak knife?”

Mox is fuming through the meeting, something about increasing the reach of the community engagement program. He tries to pay attention to Amanda, because he really likes her, but knowing that the most annoying Jackson is the one who’s been leaving Band-Aids all over his bags like a goddamn taunt is at the front of his mind the whole time. He ends up volunteering to be the Ohio lead for the program, just to try and apologize for being a little insane right now.

“Alright, that’ll be it,” Tony says, clapping his hands. His eyes go right to Mox. “Please. Don’t kill an EVP. I’ve had enough bad PR for a lifetime.”

“No promises,” Mox grumbles, but he shrugs at Tony. Because he’s not actually planning on killing Matt. Not planning to.

“I can explain,” Matt says, when Mox grabs his arm and hauls him out of his chair

Nick and Kenny look almost bored as they follow Mox and the ragdoll formerly known as Matt Jackson down the hallway. “Where’s your room?” Mox asks Matt.

“End of the hallway. Look, you can let go of me now, if you want. I’m not going to run off.”

Mox stares at Matt’s face. “If I want?”

“If you want.”

Mox considers it. “Nope.”

They reach the end of the hallway, and Matt opens the door. Unlocked. Mox will have to remember that.

He turns to the other three of the doucheketeers. “Alright, gentlemen, we’ll be out in a second.”

Nick and Kenny are standing there, mouths open as if to speak, but Mox slams the door in their faces.

“So,” Mox says, getting in Matt’s face. “The Band-Aids.” Matt looks up at Mox, turning on the infuriatingly effective baby cow eyes. They won’t work this time. “You think it’s funny? You ribbing me or something? This WWE in 2004 and you’re trying to fuck with me?”

Matt frowns, grabbing the Band-Aids from Mox’s hand like he’s meant to touch Mox. “These ones aren’t mine!”

“What,” Mox rocks back, just a little, “wanna explain that?”

Matt, to Mox’s shock, shakes the box in his face. “These are not the Band-Aids I’ve been giving you. I’ve been tossing random, like, superhero and stuff Band-Aids in your bags. I did not put these in.” He looks at them, wrinkling his nose. “The color looks weird on me.”

“I hate that you think of how a Band-Aid looks on you,” Mox grumbles. “Okay, if you left the other ones – they suck, by the way, you’d think a self-obsessed millionaire like you would spend the big bucks on decent medical supplies – then who the fuck left this?” He snatches the Band-Aids back from Matt, wiggles it in Matt’s face like Matt had done to him.

Matt folds his arms across his chest. Mox is definitely not affected by the way it makes Matt’s biceps flex and…Nope. He’s not looking. “Self-obsessed? Nice, Mr. Bleeds Every Week for the Vibes.”

“It’s – it’s not for the vibes – and this one – fuck you!”

“Eff you!”

“Fuckin’ princess can’t even swear,” Mox huffs. “Fine. Whatever. You are helping me figure out who the fuck is leaving the other set of bandaids in my bag.”

Matt fixes his face into some sort of indignant pout. “Why would I help you?”

Mox crowds into Matt’s space, using the height advantage to pin him against the wall. He tries not think about what else they could get up to like this. Matt looks good from this angle. “Because, if you don’t, I’ll kick your ass.”

Matt mutters something under his breath, but Mox doesn’t catch it.

Part 2: Matt

Matt has a boner and has to hide it, because Kenny and Nick are fawning over him like Mox actually did something to hurt him.

“Are you sure we don’t need to talk to Tony?” Kenny asks, eyes searching Matt’s face.

“It’s fine,” Matt says, waving them off. “Look, I did leave some Band-Aids in his bag. I thought he’d need them, you know? He took it wrong. I explained the situation, and we’re good.” His leg’s doing the annoying twitching thing, and Kenny notices.

“He threaten you or something?” Kenny asks.

Matt shakes his head. “No, oh my god. It’s fine.” Matt exhales and goes over everything, leaving out the way his pants aren’t exactly comfortable right now.

“What compelled you to mess with Moxley?” Kenny asks. “Of all fucking people?”

“I wasn’t fucking with him!” Matt says, for what feels like the eightieth time that day. “I just – I liked the fun Band-Aids, and he’s always bleeding all over the place. It’s a gift and a workplace safety initiative.”

“Workplace safety ini – oh, god, I’m breaking up the tag team.” Nick leans against the wall, head in his hands.

“Are not,” Matt snaps back.

Kenny groans. “Okay, fine. Fuck up your life by interacting with Moxley. I literally could not care less at this point, as long as you don’t get yourself killed before the end of this seven game series.”

Matt considers himself a decent spy, but it takes until the day before game seven to catch the culprit. He’s been pulling out all the stops – hiding in piles of other people’s stuff, sneaking into the locker room before and after the show starts, even pretending to be on his phone while actually filming Moxley’s bag. It works until it doesn’t, because he technically is supposed to be in a different locker room. He hadn’t realized that his presence would be that, well, noticed. It’s like he can hardly walk into the locker room without one of the other wrestlers waving and calling attention to him.

It happens again as he tries to sneak into the locker room, and Mox scares him half to death by popping out from behind a shower curtain. He’s still wet, and it’s distracting.

“Jesus, warn a guy,” Matt mutters.

“Figured it out yet?” Moxley asks. He shakes his arms out, cold water spraying and hitting Matt in the face. He fidgets trying not to look at, well, the everything about Mox. Then he drops the towel and begins getting dressed in his gear, which Matt thinks is a direct attack. He hopes it is, at least.

“No,” Matt replies, intentionally looking away as Mox puts on his pants, “and you could help, you know.”

“Nah,” Mox says, doing a little hop to adjust the fit of the gear. It’s weirdly endearing. “This is your penance for being an ass.”

“I was being helpful,” Matt snaps.

Mox laughs as he gets his boots on. “Sure you were, baby.”

Matt does not blush about it.

He should be talking strategy with Kenny and Matt, but there are more pressing issues. Namely, finding the other Band-Aid person so Moxley will be, like, happy with him. Or something. He’s not willing to examine his motivations further.

Matt’s hidden in the same little hidden shower Mox had been in when it happens. His jaw drops. Hangman, still covered in sweat from his match, slides into the locker room and neatly settles the box of plain Band-Aids on top of Mox’s bags. He glances around and makes his way toward the door. Matt takes a second to let it sink in: there was more than one moment that he worried, after that doozy of a concussion, he’d never get to see the man with his post-match glow ever again. It looks good on him. It sparks a funny little ache in Matt’s chest.

Shaking himself out of it, because he has a job to do, Matt wonders if his strategy was too inelegant, just throwing the Band-Aids all over the bag, as he steps out of the shadows and clears his throat.

Hangman freezes in place like a deer in the headlights.

“So it’s you,” Matt says, and he feels a little like a supervillain. “Stole my idea.”

“I did not steal an idea,” Hangman argues, finally getting his normal stance back. “He’s always covered in blood. Sometimes I even make him bleed the hard way. The Band-Aids are an apology.”

Matt raises an eyebrow. “An apology.”

“Yeah,” Hangman says. “I used to get him beers, back in the day, but we, uh. Neither of us do that anymore. So Band-Aids.”

“You didn’t think to, I don’t know, tell him? Or give them to him face to face?”

Hangman raises an eyebrow, a little bit of a smirk hinting at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, like you did?”

Amanda must have texted Hangman about it while he was off. Traitor. “Shut up.” Matt ducks his head, glad he kept his hair down.

“You have no leg to stand on,” Hangman says, teasing. “I mean, I at least gave him the whole box. You, what, tossed a couple in his bag? Were you trying to be annoying, or is that just your default?”

“Oh, eff off,” Matt laughs. “Look, he’s pissed about it, but if you just, like, talk to him, I’m sure he’ll be normal about the whole situation.”

Hangman raises an eyebrow. “Jon Moxley. Normal about something.”

“Fair point,” Matt concedes. “He’ll be not trying to murder you about it.”

“That sounds more like him.” Hangman – Adam’s – smile is just as bright as it always used to be, and it strikes Matt that this is the first real conversation they’ve had in a long time.

He goes quiet and Adam settles into that expression of careful neutrality Matt’s always been able to read. He’s nervous.

“You okay?” Matt asks. “I – I was just joking about it. He probably won’t be that mad.”

“It’s not that,” Adam says. “I just – this is the first time we’ve been able to talk to each other without punching the other out in years.”

“I was just thinking that, too,” Matt says. His leg starts going, and Adam’s eyes dart to it. Sometimes he forgets just how much of him Adam really knows.

Adam’s smile is soft and gentle. “I’ve missed you. It’s good to talk to you.”

It feels almost too good to be true. “I’ve missed you, too.” Matt’s too scared to step closer, to risk himself again, so he just offers Adam a smile. “Mox, uh. Moxley probably won’t be able to come back here to get the bag, with the way you clocked him.”

Adam winces. “Yeah. That was,” he pauses, eyes searching the room like it’ll give him the words, “a lot.”

Matt shrugs. “It’s the business. You can let him know when he comes back.”

Lucky for Matt, who has been overly obsessed about it for too long, they’re all in the same place again January 18th, when Matt’s backstage. He just doesn’t know it until he sees Hangman over the screen as he watches backstage.

“He’s here?” he asks Nick, hand over his mic.

“Yeah, looks like it,” Nick mutters. Matt watches him choose his words carefully, the way Nick’s had to do ever since Adam left the Elite. “You gonna go talk to him?”

There his leg goes again. “Maybe.”

“Go,” Nick says, offering a soft smile.

“But I’m needed –”

“I got it,” Nick says, pushing at Matt’s shoulder. “I know how much it – how much he – means to you.”

Matt presses a quick kiss to the top of Nick’s head, because he really doesn’t know what he did to deserve him as a brother, and dashes across the arena. It takes him so long Adam’s no longer in the little alcove where he filmed his promo. He panics for a second, until he gets his head out of his ass and realizes the locker room is the most likely place to find Adam. Plus, Moxley’s here to keep an eye on the competition, even though he’s not cleared, so there’s every chance…

Matt laughs in relief when he opens the door to find Adam leaning over Moxley’s little backpack, the one he hauls around on days he doesn’t have a match.

Adam jumps about a foot when he turns around. “I wasn’t – oh.” His face melts into a smile. “Matt. Hi.”

“Caught in the act again,” Matt says, grinning. He leans up against the door frame. “Shameless.”

“I haven’t told him it’s me yet, and he’d be confused if I just all of a sudden stopped.” Adam tucks his hair behind his ear. It looks even better than usual. Matt wants to get his finger twisted around some of those curls. “It’s a bit. You have to keep up with the bit.”

Matt raises an eyebrow. “He’s not cut open, though. He doesn’t need a Band-Aid.”

“He’s Moxley. He’ll crash into a wall and bust an artery or something.” Adam settles the box a little more on the bag. “But I’d rather him not catch us, so.”

“Right,” Matt follows him out of the door. And it hits him, hard: this is the moment, isn’t it. He pauses a step or two past the door to the locker room. “Um.” Adam turns to him, stops when he sees Matt isn’t moving. “You mentioned. In your promo, a few minutes ago. Fences.”

Adam nods. “Fences.”

Matt doesn’t want to hope. “And, um. Mending them?” He hopes Adam can’t hear how loudly his heart is beating.

“Yeah,” Adam says. He takes a step closer to Matt.

“I want to.”

Adam finally breaks that mask and smiles, those eyes softening. “Oh, thank god.” He rushes in and pulls Matt in for a crushing hug, one Matt hadn’t enough known he’d been missing all this time. He buries his face in Adam’s chest, trying not to think of how this feels a little like home. Adam rests his chin, or maybe his cheek, Matt can’t tell, on top of Matt’s head. They stay there for a minute, and Matt buries his face into Adam’s chest. Nothing else matters.

“This looks cozy.”

Matt and Adam pull apart to see Jon Moxley, looking mildly amused. “So, I found some more bandaids in my bag,” he shakes them in his hand, backpack slung over his shoulder, “and you two are the only ones in the hallway, so.” He looks them up and down. “Both culprits found.”

Matt fights a smile while Adam starts to go a little red.

“I – I was gonna tell you.”

Mox breaks out in a grin. “Of course it was you two in the end.”

“Why of course us?” Adam asks.

Mox licks his lips, looking the two of them up and down. “’Cause you two have been a little obsessed with me since I walked into the company.”

“I am not obsessed with you,” Matt argues, almost on instinct.

Mox laughs. “Sure you aren’t. What about you, Cowboy? You gonna deny it, too?”

“I wouldn’t say obsessed,” Adam says, with more poise than Matt would have expected from him in this situation, “I’d say intrigued.”

Mox’s grin goes a little less kind, a little more knowing. “Intrigued, huh?” He makes his way backward down the hallway, eyes locked on Matt and Adam. “If you ever want to satisfy that intrigue, let me know if you two want to, uh, not wrestle sometime. Maybe altogether.” He spins on his heel and swaggers off, and Matt is far, FAR too hot right now.

“You think he knows we used to…?” Adam trails off, and Matt is happy to see that he’s just as bright red as Matt’s pretty sure he is.

“Oh, you think?” Matt says. He feels hot all over, like his skin’s too small for his body. “You’re really using that college degree brain.”

“Shut up,” Adam says, but it’s not mean, and he’s still smiling. So Matt thinks they’re still good.

Part 3: Adam (this is where the E rating comes into effect, folks)

Adam knows it’s a dumb fucking idea. He’s going to do it anyway.

He ducks into the locker room after his match with Moxley, covered in sweat and victory, and grabs the last box of Band-Aids out of the front pocket of his duffle. He’s making his way over to Moxley’s bag when he hears it:

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Adam sighs and turns around to see Mox there, blood mostly mopped off of his face. Adam feels a little proud at the stitches on Moxley’s forehead. Proof of his second victory over the man. “Oh. Hi, Moxley.”

“Get the fuck away from my stuff,” Mox laughs. “Really? Again?”

“I cut you open again, so I figured…” He trails off. Mox really does move the same way out of the ring as he does in it.

Mox walks toward him, a hint of a smile on his lips. “God, you really don’t learn, do you.”

“I learn,” Adam says, standing to his full height. “I just have no impulse control when it comes to – ” He cuts himself off, because he’s not exactly sure what was going to come next. To Mox? To men with pretty eyes who like it when they beat each other up? To people who he can’t decide if he wants to fight or fuck?

“To what?” Mox asks, sidling up to him. He’s got his hands in his front pockets, looks way too comfortable.

Adam refuses to break eye contact, but the words stick in his throat.

“Come on, Cowboy,” Mox says, voice a low growl, “You can say it.”

Adam’s eyes flick between Mox’s lips and eyes. He speaks before he can let himself think better of it. “Matt’ll be jealous if we start without him.”

Mox lets out this laugh that Adam’s never heard from him, something surprised and glorious. “Oh, I get it. You made yourself a package deal.”

“Pretty sure that was you.” Adam licks his lips. He can’t keep his eyes from Mox’s eyes and lips. “What hotel you at?”

“The one Tony paid for,” Mox says. He’s all the way in Adam’s space, now, and, if Adam takes a deep breath, their chests will touch. “Room 485.” He darts forward, gives Adam a sweet, chaste kiss with none of the tension behind the moment. It feels like a challenge. “Soon as the Rampage taping is done. I’ll be waiting.” He pulls back and rubs at his own lip with his thumb, eyes on Adam’s mouth. “You bring Matt if you’re willing to share.” He walks away without another word or a look behind.

Adam lets out this weird little noise as he feels like the world is rocking around him. With slightly shaking fingers, he pulls out his phone, and gives himself a second to let the anticipation wash over him. Meet me at the EVP locker room?, he texts, crossing his fingers that his number wasn’t deleted.

The answer comes almost immediately. b there in 5

Adam hustles to the EVP room, new anxious energy enveloping him. He counts to a hundred in his head, but only makes it to 75 before he sees Matt half-running down the hallway, already in gear. They go on last, so Adam’s sure Matt has more important things to be doing right now. But he needs to make sure he gets a chance to, in person, talk to Matt. Before whatever happens tonight. Matt lights up when he sees Adam, but he still doesn’t quite smile. When he’s walking, it’s not as clear that he’s brimming with anxiety. But he’s walking a little too quickly, limbs moving a little too frenetically, for this to be under control.

“Go ahead in,” Matt says, a little breathless. “It’s always unlocked.”

Adam smiles as he pushes the door open. “Kenny still forgetting his keys?”

“Always,” Matt says, sounding exasperated. “And then, like, Nick and I’ll be in the trainer’s or getting dinner and he’ll run in like a maniac demanding the keys! It’s just a habit at this point.” He wiggles a little, bouncing on his toes, as he leans against some sort of counter. “So. What’s the emergency? Nick and I were stretching.”

“Right, course. Uh.” Adam brushes his hair out of his face. “Mox wants us to meet him in his hotel room. After Rampage.”

Matt raises an eyebrow. “Really.”

Adam nods. “The direct quote was, ‘I’ll be waiting. You bring Matt if you’re willing to share.”

Matt’s eyes widen like a goddamn anime character, and a flattering blush spreads across his cheeks. “Sh-share?”

Adam nods. “So, um. I didn’t want to commit or anything until I knew if we – if…” He trails off, trying to figure out how to phrase it. “If you wanted to be each other’s again.”

Matt’s eyes go even more Bambi at that, wide and earnest and reminiscent of the man Adam first met years ago, when Adam was teaching and Matt was still convincing himself he had what it takes to change the world. “You want me to be yours?”

“I want – ” He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Matt’s launched himself at Adam, kissing him like their lives depend on it. It feels like breathing, like a sip of cold water on the days when they’re short staffed and Adam’s working twelve hours to keep the plants in shape. It feels even better than winning the match against Moxley, barely an hour ago.

Adam tries to hold Matt as preciously as he holds the moment, flooding with nostalgia for a time he never thought he’d get back. He pulls back, pressing his lips to Matt’s cheeks, his forehead, all across his face, until Matt’s letting out this half giggle and looking up at him. Adam would fight the world for those eyes. “I want you to be mine,” Adam finally gets a chance to say. “Again. Right, this time.”

“Okay,” Matt says. “Yeah, I – yours. And you’ll be mine?”

Adam nods, raising a shaky hand to brush Matt’s hair off of his shoulders. “Yes.”

“And we can share, huh?” Matt asks. His smile grows a little devious, a little too knowing for the way he was beaming up at Adam a few seconds before. “Jeez, you never change, do you.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “We – we both had fun those few months with Cole, and you know it. Mox’ll be, uh. I think he’ll be a little different.”

“Oh, yeah,” Matt says, and he almost looks too excited. “Seen his dick. Dude’s packing. We’re in for a hell of a night.”

Adam clears his throat. “I’m done with the evening, but you, uh. You got a match soon.” He peeks down – the gear doesn’t allow much for the imagination to come up with. Matt’s clearly hard. Working on a hunch that Matt hasn’t changed as much as he likes to pretend he has, Adam leans down to his ear. “Better get that under control before thousands of people see you’re desperate for it on live television.”

And there it is. Matt lets out that little whine of his, reaches up to grip Adam by the biceps and pulls him in for the kind of kiss you couldn’t show on cable.

“You can’t – you can’t just say that kind of thing to me,” Matt laughs, sounding near hysterical. “God, you’re evil.”

Adam shrugs. “And you’re mine. So what does that say about you?”

Matt rolls his eyes and hauls Adam in for another kiss, then pushes him off. “I’ll meet you in the hotel after my match.” He squeezes Adam’s hand. “Don’t you dare leave without me.”

Adam beams at him as he walks away. “Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’.”

Matt barrels backstage with the kind of grin that could blind a person, belt in the air and hair plastered to the back of his neck.

Adam steps into the hallway, hoping this isn’t a mistake. “That was a great first title defense,” he says. He feels a little too tense, like the three of them weren’t once his reason for waking up in the morning. “Fantastic match.”

Kenny exchanges a look with Matt, then with Nick. “Thanks, man.” His tone is careful. Hesitant. “Yours was amazing. Never seen you pull off two Buckshots in a row like that. Picture perfect.”

“Coming from the Best Bout Machine, that’s a big compliment.” Adam grins, but it feels a little strange. “Fuck, this is weird.”

“Okay, thank you!” Nick says, throwing his arms in the air. The end of the belt clips him in the arm, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “If you three would just be, I don’t know, adults about it and apologize, we’d be way better off. So you. All of you. Be nice.”

Adam startles. “You didn’t tell them?”

“I tried to,” Matt says, stepping next to Adam. “But it was all ‘no, we can’t break out the hammers again, Matt.’ I wasn’t trying to bring up hammers.” He points to Adam. “We – again.”

“Romantic,” Adam snickers.

“Shut up, this is hard,” Matt snaps.

Adam snickers again.

Kenny laughs. “Oh, fuck, they’re back together.” It’s not mean or vitriolic. It reminds – well, it reminds Adam of before AEW, before the civil war. It reminds him of when they were the Elite, and they all made sense to each other. “Neither of you are allowed to fuck it up this time. We’ve got too much bad PR in the past year.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “I don’t recall.”

Nick sighs. “Well, love this, love you guys, but I’m going to go shower for, like, fifteen years, and then I’m passing out in the room.” He raises an eyebrow at Matt. “I’m assuming I won’t see you tonight.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Matt says. “Yeah, I plan on being busy –”

“I forgot about the oversharing part,” Nick says with a wince, while Adam and Kenny laugh. “Please don’t finish your sentence.”

“Well, I was just –”

Nick shoves his fingers in his ears and starts yelling, “La-la-la,” as he half sprints down the hallway toward the EVP locker room.

“Can you make sure he doesn’t gamble his life away out of concern for his dearest big brother?” Matt asks Kenny. “I’ll be otherwise occupied this evening.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning. “I’ll keep an eye on him. Take care of each other.” He gives Adam a pointed look. “I shouldn’t have to tell you not to hurt him again.”

Adam opens his mouth to answer, but Matt beats him to it. “We all hurt each other,” he says. “And we’ll all do better this time.”

Kenny nods. “Fair.” He claps Adam on the shoulder, gentle, kind. “We missed you.”

Adam’s a little light headed as he packs his things, but Matt is waiting for him by the door eagerly. He doesn’t want to keep him waiting. He chances a glance around the locker room. It’s empty.

“Come here,” Adam says, reaching out for Matt. He scoops him into another kiss, gentle this time. Matt sighs into it, arms settling on Adam’s hips. “Missed you,” he says into Matt’s mouth.

Matt hums, looking up at him. “Missed you, too.”

The anticipation of what comes next gone for a moment, Adam basks in the familiarity, the safety of holding Matt. It feels like home.

“Um, so, tonight,” Matt says. He licks his lips. Moment broken, but Adam’s dealt with much worse. “What do you think his whole deal is?” Matt asks, speaking a mile a minute into Adam’s shoulder as they make their way into the hallway. To keep it at a whisper, he’s pressed against the side of Adam’s body. He’s even more tactile, more desperate for physical contact than Adam remembers. It’s distracting in the best way. “Mox, I mean. You think he – think he’ll want to fuck me?” Adam turns to Matt, and his eyes are wide with glee.

“Okay, hold your horses,” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Matt’s temple. “Let’s just – let’s get to the hotel and figure things out there, okay?” Adam leans down to Matt’s ear. “The whole company can’t hear you this desperate. Think of what they’d say.”

A whole body shiver from Matt is Adam’s reward. “I really hate that I love it when you do that,” Matt says, but he’s quiet and red until they make it to Adam’s rental car.

“So, what – ”

Matt grabs him by the collar and hauls him in over the center console between the seats to shove his tongue in Adam’s mouth. Adam takes a split second to adjust, then gives just as good as Matt, trying to get one of those desperate little noises Matt’s always been so good at making.

He pulls away, breathless, after probably longer than they should have risked. “Okay,” Adam breathes. “Okay, we – we should get back to the hotel.” He can’t fight off his smile, can’t avoid looking at Matt’s smiling lips. “Don’t want to get caught.”

“Okay, well, if you do it too much, I’ll get used to it,” Matt says, buckling his seatbelt.

Adam glances down to Matt’s crotch. “Sure you will.”

They have to leave space between the two of them as they make their way to the hotel, to the elevator, to Adam’s room, and the anticipation is almost impossible to manage.

Matt’s on him the second the door is closed, though, shoving him up against the wall and hands going everywhere. It stuns Adam, gets his knees week, and Matt takes the moment to slide a leg between Adam’s and press up.

“Wanna touch you,” Matt murmurs against Adam’s throat, sucking hard. It’ll leave a mark, Adam realizes with a thrill. “Want you now.”

“What would Mox say if you couldn’t wait for him?” Adam asks, catching Matt’s wandering hands in his.

Matt sighs, a shiver running down his spine and all through his body. “Oh, you are the worst.”

Adam stretches, trying to get his own dick under control. “In the way you like, though.”

Matt texts Mox, who shoots back, stop by whenever, like it wasn’t his idea.

“He doesn’t even seem excited about it,” Matt pouts. He looks up. “Think he changed his mind?”

“Absolutely not,” Adam says, pulling his hair back in a little ponytail for function. “He’s just weird.”

Matt considers it. “Yeah.”

They take their own trips down the hallway to Mox’s room, and Adam makes Matt go first. The anticipation of waiting the five minutes to get down to the fourth floor, to meet up with Mox and Matt, damned near kills him.

He walks too quickly down the hall, too quickly into the elevator, too quickly to Mox’s room. He knocks, and time slows as he waits for the door to open. It doesn’t.

With a shaky hand, he goes for the handle. He pushes it open slowly to see Mox kissing Matt so gently, so meticulously, it makes Adam’s head spin.

“Started without me?” he laughs. He makes sure the door is closed, locked, behind him. He swallows hard. “God, that’s a pretty sight.”

Matt’s eyes are already a little dazed when he turns to Adam, but not so much they don’t light up when he sees him. “Hi!”

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, coming to kiss Matt’s cheek. He offers an awkward wave to Mox. “Uh. Hi.”

“Hey,” Mox says. “Took you long enough.”

“I waited five minutes,” Adam says, playing with a strand of Matt’s hair that’s come loose from his hair tie. “Figured that’d keep anybody from getting suspicious.”

Mox’s laugh is low, quiet, full of potential. “Let’s hope the rooms near us are empty.” He drops his head to Matt’s ear, and Adam can hardly hear it when he mutters, “Don’t want people hearing it when you get loud.”

Matt’s eyes flutter shut and he lets out one of Adam’s favorite sounds.

“Yeah, he likes that,” Adam says with a little chuckle.

“What else do you like, baby?” Mox asks, tugging at Matt’s earlobe with his teeth.

“Somebody’s gotta fuck me,” Matt says, head thrown back. “Otherwise I might die. I, uh.” He shakes his head. “Okay, if you keep doing that thing with your tongue, I won’t be able to answer any questions.” Mox takes a step back, and Matt straight up pouts. “I didn’t mean go that far away, but fine.” He licks his lips. “I, uh. I want to see you guys kiss.” He swallows. “And, like. Don’t hold back.” He sits himself on the bed, kicks off his shoes, and crosses his legs. “Alright, then.”

Adam turns to Mox, heart racing. “I’ve never been able to say no to him before.” He swallows. “Don’t want to.”

Mox grabs Adam by the arm and hauls him in. Adam’s not willing to cede control of the kiss, though. He wants to put on a good show for Matt, give him everything he wants and more. He leans in, biting at Mox’s lip before he dives into the kiss. Mox kisses like he wrestles: rough, ruthless, dedicated. Adam gets a little lightheaded when he threads his hands through Adam’s hair and tugs a little, undoing the ponytail. Adam grabs at the front of his shirt, holding him to his chest. He wants Mox to remember he’s not the only world champion in the room.

“This is good,” he hears Matt say. “This – this is really good.”

Adam laughs against Mox’s mouth and presses Mox against the wall, cracking his head against a rather ugly painting. “Sorry,” he murmurs against Mox’s neck.

��’M good.” Mox grabs at Adam’s shirt, yanking it out of his jeans. “Take off your shirt.”

“You take off yours.”

“Take them both off,” Matt says from the bed. Adam looks over to see him a little eager, a little antsy. “Please?”

Mox lights up as Adam pulls his shirt off. “Oh, he says please?”

“Wait until you get him underneath you,” Adam says, biting at Mox’s neck after he gets the shirt off. “He asks so nicely. He’ll beg real pretty, too, if you’re patient.” Adam meets Matt’s eyes as he sucks a bruise into Mox’s collarbone. Matt’s squirming from where he sits on the bed, tugging on his hair and biting his lip. “Oh, Mox, look at him now.”

Mox turns his head, grins. “Matt, you want in on it?”

Matt nods frantically. “Yes, oh my god. Yes.” He reaches out and Adam has to laugh – Matt still does the little grabby hands when he’s particularly excited.

Adam turns to Mox, and it feels like they’re in the ring. This time the prize is Matt Jackson, and they can both win. Adam dives at Matt first, though, because Matt’s his and all, and flattens him to the bed. He presses his mouth to Matt’s with single-minded determination, sliding his hands up Matt’s shirt to tweak at his nipples. He grins as he swallows Matt’s whine. And then Matt yelps.

Adam pulls back to see Moxley, at the head of the bed, gently gathering Matt’s wrists in his hands. He looks at Matt. “You good?”

“Of course I’m good! Why the eff did you stop?” Matt arches up to Adam, eyes fluttering closed when he pushes against Mox’s grip and finds immediate resistance. “Oh my god,” he mumbles.

“Worked on a hunch,” Mox says. “Good, Matt?”

“Yes, good, so good.”

Adam slowly pushes Matt’s shirt up, sliding it into Mox’s hands so he can pull it off of Matt’s body while keeping his grip on Matt’s wrists. Adam gives him a second to stare, to take in the man in front of him. “God, you look good,” he mutters, “you – fuck.”

Matt’s eyes are closed when he replies, “You look good too. So good.”

“Your eyes aren’t even open,” Adam laughs against the skin of Matt’s chest. He drags kisses around the skin until he reaches Matt’s nipple, flicking his tongue over it.

“I – oh – you always look good,” Matt says. “So, so good right now. You,” he stops talking, trading words for the most intoxicating little sigh that makes Adam desperate for more of it. He turns to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

“You both look fucking great right now,” Mox says. His voice is deeper than Adam’s ever heard it. “Like – fuck.” Adam raises his head in time to see Mox reach down and grab at his cock through his sweatpants. Adam’s mouth starts watering.

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He locks eye with Moxley as he slides down Matt’s body, getting his fingers into the waistband of Matt’s sweats and slowly pulling them down. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

“Oh, yes,” Matt groans as Adam wraps his mouth around his cock. He’s not working with an end goal right now, focusing on keeping his eyes locked on Moxley’s and getting him to lose his composure. He’s too controlled right now, too steady, and Adam’s got to see what’s behind that wall. He wants to tear it down with his teeth.

“Keep goin’,” Mox growls. “Look so good like this, Adam. So good.”

The use of his name sends a tingle down to his spine that gets Adam’s cock harder than he’d thought possible, and he has to pause to breathe and adjust his pants.

Matt immediately goes to sit up, and gets stopped by Mox’s hand on his wrists. “I – oh, Adam, why’d you stop?”

“Mox is – he’s,” but Adam finds himself struggling to find the right words, settling instead for turning for more room, pushing his sweats out of the way and wrapping a hand around his own cock, already leaking. He sighs in relief, gives himself a few strokes.

“Are you – Mox, is he touching himself?” Matt asks. “Stop it! That’s our job.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “Oh, because you’re the one in charge.”

Mox laughs.

“I could be in charge!” Matt says, and he starts pulling at Mox’s hand enough that he slips out of his grip. He dives off the bed into Adam’s lap and grabs Adam’s hands, pins them to the side of the bed.

Adam does his best not to smile, but this is great. “Baby. You’re so good at so many things, but you’ll never be a top.” Matt literally pouts, gets those big fucking boo boo eyes that get Adam every time. But he’s not a liar. “Come on, sweetheart, look inside yourself. You know it to be true.”

“Oh, fuck, you quote Star Wars in bed?” Moxley says, sounding strangely delighted. Adam bucks his hips and knocks Matt off his lap, sending him sprawling, so he can look at Mox’s face. He’s grinning so wide he looks like he won the lottery. “Between the two of you, you hit all my fuckin’ buttons. Get the fuck back onto the bed. I gotta get inside of one of you before I lose my goddamned mind.”

Matt stands up, pulls off his sweats all the way. “My turn. Adam’s being a dick.”

“You were on my lap, I needed to get you off.”

Mox and Matt, at the exact time, say, “That’s what she said.”

“Oh, god, you’re both like this,” Adam grumbles. “Okay, well, if that didn’t kill my boner, nothing will.” He nods at Mox. “You want him?”

“Sure!” Mox says. “Matty, come over here.”

Matt rolls his eyes, but he crawls back up on the bed and throws a leg over Mox’s hips, twitching his hips forward just a little. It’s enough to get Mox to exhale shakily. The composure is breaking. Maybe Adam’s not the one who can do it.

Adam watches greedily as Matt and Mox kiss each other deeply, Mox’s hand grabbing at Matt’s ass. He pats it gently.

“Is it okay…?”

Matt nods. “Yeah, oh yeah. Leave handprints on my ass, all that.”

Mox quirks an eyebrow and looks over to Adam. “He always like this?”

“Usually,” Adam remembers. “Loves to talk about it, too.” He winks at Matt.

“Oh?” Mox says. “Tell me, Matt. How hard?”

“Handprints,” Matt repeats. “Please?”

Mox grins as he pulls back, the crack of his hand against Matt’s ass music to Adam’s ears. Matt drops his head down against Mox’s shoulder, rocking his hips forward. “Oh.”

Adam stands up behind Matt, drawing back. His slap is a little more gentle, but Matt responds to it, too, tilting his head back this time to rest against Adam’s chest.

Matt turns up and catches Adam’s mouth in a kiss. When he breaks away, he pats at Adam’s chest, and Adam steps away, interested in what comes next. He’s not disappointed. “Mox, can I suck your dick?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Adam settles himself on the bed next to Mox as Matt drops to his knees. Without prelude or fanfare, Matt tucks his loose hair behind his ear and dives in, mouth stretching around Mox’s cock like it’s not the first time.

Mox’s eyes flutter closed, hands gripping at the sheets. “Oh, fuck, you’re good at this.”

“He likes it when you pull his hair,” Adam murmurs into Mox’s ear. “He gets this little look – just try it.”

Matt nods, and he looks so goddamn good with Mox’s cock in his mouth that it makes Adam want to drop to his knees and propose right then and there.

“Good,” Mox says, voice honey and gravel. Adam watches, raptly, as Mox threads his fingers through Matt’s hair, and pulls.

Matt moans around Mox’s cock, sinking deeper onto it as his eyes flutter closed.

“Yeah,” Adam says, brushing Matt’s cheek where Mox’s dick nudges that. “So pretty, baby.” He looks up to Mox. “You can pull harder.”

He grins a little. “Okay, Cowboy, who said you were in charge here?”

“Who said you were?” Adam retorts, licking his lips. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“It’s my hotel room.”

There’s an infuriated little noise followed by a wet pop. “Can you two stop arguing about who’s gonna be better at topping me and just do it?” Matt asks. He looks genuinely annoyed, which, to Adam’s own annoyance, is also hot. “Jesus, what’s a guy gotta do to get fucked around here?”

Adam sighs and grabs a fistful of Matt’s hair so he stands, pulling him into his lap. Matt sighs happily as he settles on Adam’s legs. “Least you could do is ask nicely.”

“Eff that,” Matt says. “Right now you guys are being annoying and, still, nobody’s fucking me.”

“You really haven’t changed.”

Mox laughs, low and dark and delicious. “This may be my best idea yet. Matt, kiss Adam.”

Matt does so without hesitation, leaning over Mox and pressing his lips to Adam’s. Adam opens up to it without a second thought, smacking Matt’s ass again. Matt hums in approval, grinding down on Adam, and it’s enough encouragement to get Adam to suck at Matt’s collarbone. Mox might be here, but Matt is, and always has been, Adam’s.

Adam leans back on the bed, pulling Matt with him. Matt kisses down his chest, biting at his chest, leaving little marks.

“Mine,” Matt mutters, “mine again.”

“That’s sweet,” Mox says. “What else do you want, Matt?” He plays with Matt’s hair, and the vision of Mox behind Matt is a glorious sight.

“I have an idea,” Matt says, punctuating with one last nip at Adam’s nipple, “like, a really good idea.”

“Hmm?” Adam asks, dazed. Mox rubs at Matt’s hips, up his sides, to the back of his neck.

“What if – mm – what if Adam, you fuck me while – while Mox fucks you?”

Adam pauses. “Oh?” It’s never been an option before, but it’s suddenly all Adam’s ever wanted.

“You never get railed enough,” Matt says, like he’s discussing Adam being low on vitamin c, “you need it, but I don’t…do that. So.” He looks over at Mox, big ol’ Bambi eyes in full force. “Would you do that for him?”

“For him?” Mox asks, a splash of laughter in his tone. “Baby, I’ll do that for me.” He taps Adam. “Hey. Cowboy. You down for that?” He locks his eyes on Adam’s.

“Yes.” Adam’s voice comes out as a squeak. He clears his throat. “Um, hell yes. Please. Yes.” He shakes his head. “Definitely. You got condoms? Lube?”

Mox leans over to the hotel room drawer and pulls the supplies out.

“They just keep that stuff in there now?” Adam jokes.

“We’d have saved a bunch of money in the Ring of Honor days if they did,” Matt says.

“Nah,” Mox says, with a lewd sort of grin. “I bring my shit any time I think somebody on the roster might want to have a little fun.”

Adam blinks. “Damn.”

“You two have been on my radar for a while, though, so nobody for a bit.” He reaches out for Adam and pulls him in, lips going for Adam’s neck. His mind goes a little blank, hands gripping at whatever’s in front of him, desperate for this to never stop.

“If you want to give Matt what he wants, we’re going to have to stop,” Mox says.

Adam shakes his head, pulls back. “Right. What’s next?”

Mox’s grin is slow and dirty. “Just watch.”

And Adam does. He watches as Mox, with painstaking, careful, concentration, opens Matt up, fingers nimble and slick as they slide in and out of Matt.

“So pretty,” Adam murmurs into Matt’s ear, pressing kisses.

Matt smiles. “He does it different than you.”

“Good different?”

Matt nods. “Very good.”

“He takes it so well, huh?” Adam says to Mox. “Just wait ‘til you see him take my cock.”

Mox rolls his shoulders, and his gaze burns when he meets Adam’s eyes. “That sounds like a fuckin’ dream.”

Adam gets impatient fast, watching the glacial pace of Mox working up from one finger, and grabs the lube himself.

“What are you doing?” Matt asks, looking intrigued.

“Mox is busy,” Adam says, slicking up his fingers. He drops back on the bed next to Matt. “Sometimes to get a job done you have to do it yourself.”

“Impatient,” Mox chides, but his eyes are sliding between Matt and Adam, like he can’t decide where to focus longer.

Adam’s mind goes a little blank as he works himself up to one, two, three fingers. Mox matches his pace with Matt once he starts to beg. At some point, Matt’s reached over and grabbed Adam’s arm, which is so sweet that Adam whines.

“You ready, Adam?” Mox asks. “Looks like Matt’s ready for you.”

“So ready,” Matt says, nails digging into Adam’s bicep. “C’mon, Adam, please.”

It takes a minute to get everyone in the right place to make this work. Sliding into Matt is like opening your front door when you get home, Matt laid out on the bed like an angel. Adam’s body covers him completely, fucking into Matt a few times to get that frustrated, desperate look out of his eyes, but he stills as he feels Mox’s hands on his hips.

“I’m gonna check with you, like, thirty times,” Mox says, stroking up and down Adam’s sides. “If anything feels off, you gotta tell me, okay?”

“Yeah,” Adam replies. The waiting is almost too much to take. He hears Mox slick himself up behind him, feels the head of his cock nudge up against him. “Oh, my god, do you get off on torture or something? Get in me already.”

Matt laughs. “You sound like me.”

“Yeah, sexually transmitted brat,” Mox chuckles. “Okay, Adam, you ready?”

“Obviously.”

Adam almost collapses. Mox fills him painfully slowly, like he’s taking the time to memorize every inch of Adam, and Matt reaches up to cup Adam’s cheek.

“You like it?” Matt asks, like there’s any answer but yes.

Adam nods, turning his head to press a kiss to Matt’s palm. “Yeah, baby. All of it.”

They all settle around each other, and Adam’s never felt this before: filled and surrounded. He’s drowning in the way Mox curls around his back, hands on his hips. The way Matt’s threaded his fingers with Adam’s, is smiling up at Adam like he’s everything Matt could have imagined.

“You can start moving,” Adam says, wiggling his hips. He hears Mox exhale hard against the back of his neck, sees Matt press his eyes closed at the moment.

Mox presses a kiss to the back of Adam’s neck. “Okay.”

Adam doesn’t think he’s ever felt this right in his life.

“You good, Cowboy?” Mox asks. He sounds strained, the way Adam feels, buried to the hilt.

It’s almost too much, Adam thinks, Mox filling him while he feels the heat of Matt curling around him. “Good,” Adam gasps. “So good.”

“Matt, he look okay?” Mox asks.

“He looks great,” Matt says, and the way he locks eyes with Mox over Adam’s shoulder is almost enough for Adam to come right then and there. “He – oh, god – he’s.” But Matt cuts himself off, twisting his hips so that Adam sees stars in his vision.

“I’m good,” Adam says, “I – please.”

“Sounds like Matt’s not the only one who can ask pretty,” Mox murmurs into Adam’s ear, and Adam can’t help it. His hips buck forward, shifting Matt a tiny bit up the bed.

But the movement isn’t what catches his attention – Matt’s face falls open in a perfect little gasp, hands gripping at the sheets. “Yes,” he moans. “I forgot how good this is.”

“You guys do this a lot?” Mox asks, and he pulls out slowly. Adam’s about to beg for him to fuck him harder, when Mox starts a steady pace. Adam almost doesn’t have to do anything to push into Matt, but he picks up Moxley’s rhythm and is able to match it with thrusts into Matt’s body. It’s easier to coordinate than he would have expected, but they’ve all been in the ring together. This is just a different way to do it.

“Used to,” Adam manages. He’s spinning with sensation, with the warmth and the smell and the feel of it all. “Stopped for a while. Broke up.”

“Back together now?”

“How the fuck,” Matt pants, “are you so put together, Moxley?” It’s a fair question – Adam feels wrecked already and he hasn’t even come, and Matt’s face is so screwed up that he looks like he’s in pain.

“Practice,” Mox laughs. “And I have a job to do.”

They’re quiet for a while, save for wordless sounds from any of the three of them, and Adam focuses on Matt, mostly. He knows the way he likes it, memorized years ago the way to move to hit the right spots. The places on his body that are the most sensitive. He brushes a thumb across Matt’s lips. “You good, baby?”

“Close,” Matt whines. “I – can I?”

“If you ask nicely,” Mox says, “what do you think, Adam, does Matty deserve to come?”

“I think so,” Adam says, picking up the pace along with Moxley. He wants Matt to come first. He always makes sure Matt comes first. “Matt?”

“Please,” Matt begs, “god, please, I gotta – Adam,” his voice goes soft, his eyes meet Adam’s. Those big doe eyes do Adam in every time. “Adam, please. Touch me.”

And how could anyone say no? Adam steadies himself with one hand and reaches between them to stroke Matt’s cock with his and Moxley’s thrusts. It requires a level of coordination Adam finds himself thankful to wrestling for. He wouldn’t be here and wouldn’t be able to pull any of this of without it.

“Faster,” Adam tells Mox, and he complies. Matt needs it fast, a little rough, when he’s this close. There’s no way that’s changed.

Adam’s right – quickly, Matt’s coming all over his belly and Adam’s hand with a wordless sigh that makes him look goddamned ethereal.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Moxley says, “Cowboy, you ready to go?”

“What?”

Mox laughs in his ear. “Ready for me to wreck you?”

“Oh, fuck yes. Just – hold on one second.” He leans down, feeling Mox slide out of him in a way that leaves him squirming, but he presses a kiss to Matt’s forehead. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” Matt says, beaming. “Wanna see you and Mox.”

Adam presses a quick kiss to his mouth and pulls out of him, rubbing at Matt’s thighs soothingly as Matt adjusts. It only takes seconds, though, until Matt is up at the headboard, half-lidded eyes staring at Adam and Mox like he’d be ready to go again in minutes.

Adam ties off the condom and manages to get it in the trash without much problem, something he’d probably gloat about if he wasn’t about to get railed within an inch of his life by Jon Moxley.

Moxley grabs Adam by the waist. “Alright, slide down to the end of the bed. I’m gonna fuck you so Matt can see your pretty face when you come.”

Adam and Matt make a dumb whining sound at the same time, but Adam will intentionally not remember that. He does as Mox says, and Mox throws one of his legs over his shoulders. “Good?”

“So fucking good,” Adam pants.

“Hang on, Hangman,” Mox says with a wink.

And hang on he does. He’s worried he’s about to slip off the bed, but Mox has a decent grip on Adam and he doesn’t fall, no matter how close he comes to it. Matt slides down to his level, pressing the sweetest little kisses to his cheeks, chest, neck, licking over the bruises on his chest from earlier, a hand over his stomach as his muscles flutter and tense. “Doing so good,” Matt murmurs into his ear, “never seen you like this, you take it so well.”

Adam forces his eyes open to see Matt, hair framing his face like a halo, and that’s what does him in. Matt kisses him as the moment washes over him, coming hard across his stomach and Matt’s arm where it rests across Adam’s chest.

“So – fucking – pretty,” Mox moans, and Adam feels Mox coming by the way he digs his fingernails into Adam’s thigh. He makes all these little noises, ones Adam’s used to hearing from Matt, as his hips stutter. Adam feels dizzy.

Mox drops to his knees, resting his forehead on Adam’s thigh.

“You good, Mox?” Adam asks. He reaches out and strokes the back of Mox’s neck. “Okay?”

“Awesome,” Mox says on an exhale. His whole body shivers. “Oh, man, I’ve been dreaming of that since I joined this fuckin’ company.” He lifts his head, grinning.

They all catch their breath where they lay for a few moments. Unsurprisingly, Matt’s the one to break the silence. “Everybody back on the bed,” he says, scooting back. “I’m cold.”

All Adam can manage is to flop on the bed face down onto the last pillow that didn’t get kicked off. “Night.”

“Absolutely not,” Mox says, pushing at his hip. “Give me that pillow.”

“Nope.” Adam says, snuggling down. “I live here now.”

“Then I’m getting a cigarette,” Mox says. “Lord knows I need one after that.” Adam takes in the sounds of the room. Rustling, a door opening, the flick of a lighter.

Matt snuggles around him, arms around his waist. “This isn’t as comfortable without a pillow.”

“Check the floor,” Adam mumbles.

The bed shifts. “Uh oh,” Matt says.

“What?” Mox asks. He sounds a bit far away.

Matt plants his hands on his hips. “The lube spilled. Like, everywhere.” He picks up a pillow, now practically translucent. “I think these sheets are a goner.”

“Oh, Tony’s gonna be pissed at that hotel bill,” Adam mumbles, still face down in a pillow. He feels somebody brush his hair off his neck, and sits up to see Matt beaming at him.

“You guys are too fuckin’ cute,” Mox says. Adam turns to see him on the balcony. He takes a drag on his cigarette from where he sits, shirtless with the sweatpants back on, looking fucked out. It’s a good look. “Weird you were both just begging to be railed within an inch of your lives.”

“I can be cute and horny,” Matt says, tying his hair back

“Damn right you can,” Adam grumbles. He pushes himself up, rolling his shoulders and flexing, the stiffness from the match replaced with the delicious ache after sex. “I’m hungry. How’s room service here?” He turns to see Matt staring at him, looking hungry in a very different way.

“It’s good,” Mox says. “Got the mac and cheese last night.”

Matt wrinkles his nose. Adam wants to kiss it. “That would eff me up for days.”

“Oh, baby, we took care of fucking you up,” Adam laughs, nuzzling into Matt’s neck. He wraps his arms around Matt’s waist and rolls him back into bed. It’s a level of comfort and familiarity that Adam hadn’t realized he’s been aching for, craving, for years.

Matt hums as Adam presses kisses to his hair.

There’s heavy footsteps and the bed dips again, an arm thrown over Matt and Adam. “I like you two,” Mox says, and Matt raises his head to see Mox spooning up behind Adam in a surprisingly charming move. “We should definitely do this again.”

Adam mutters something through a yawn, and his grip goes a little loose around Matt.

“Oh, wait, hold on,” Matt says. “I gotta go shower before we sleep. And there’s no way we’re staying in this bed. We have, like, one pillow and half of a sheet.”

“We’ll make it down to my room,” Adam says. “We can go in shifts or something.”

“Nah,” Mox says. “Let ‘em see.”

It takes a while to find all of the clothes the three of them had thrown around the room, but they make their way down to Adam’s room. The neat bed is inviting, and Adam throws himself down onto it. “Go shower, baby,” he murmurs. “Mox’ll order food and I’m gonna nap.”

“How come you don’t have to do anything?” Matt laughs.

Adam flips him off, and dozes off.

When he wakes up soon after, there’s a cozy, dry Matt snuggled up with him, and Mox has, indeed, ordered the mac and cheese. He could get used to this.

#in which Sara writes #HangMatt #HangMox #HangMattMox #MattMox #MoxMatt #Every permutation of the three of them really they have a good time in this fic #wtf i like wrestling now???#Matt Jackson #Jon Moxley #Hangman Adam Page #HangMoxMatt

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 months

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Short One-Shots Under 5k Masterlist

A Kiss in the Tower (ao3) - gamingbants

Summary: Who would have expected these two to fall for each other?

A Match A Day in 1965 - nebulous-frog

Summary: Phil works at a diner with a sign that says “Matching soulmates daily since 1965” and he never really understood it until one day, he did.

Arrows that Pierces the Heart (ao3) - Star4545

Summary: Artist Dan is one of a few people that in a world full of soulmates is incapable of love, but his quirky neighbor Phil shows him that maybe there is love for him.

basically he’s gay (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan posts his video and phil has a lot of feelings about it. they both do.

better days (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan is sick. phil tries to take care of him

Catch your breath (ao3) - Sacirin

Summary: Dan had started working out regularly a year before, because it helped with depression, and consecuently he is in better shape than his boyfriend, who has some trouble catching his breath. So they decide to start doing yoga and running together.

or, some execise, domestic life, and Dan being horny.

comedy = tragedy + time (ao3) - danisnopeonfire

Summary: He’s messy and bright and fantastic, and he is probably the best person to not-survive an apocalypse with.

Crushing On The Bad Boy - doomedhowell

Summary: In which Louise tries to help her best friend out by setting him up with his biggest crush, Phil Lester, the bad boy Quarterback on the football team. They’re total opposites, but Louise thinks Dan has a chance with him. However, things don’t exactly go to plan.

Dream Lover (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan moves into his new dorm and he and Phil try out the new bed

get me up get me out (of my mind) (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Phil's having some issues, and Dan is a super understanding (but secretly still horny) boyfriend.

Let Me Make It Up To You (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: A fic about after the 2012 incident and how Dan tries to apologise and make it up to Phil leading to beautiful smut of them making love to rekindle their love.

Maybe Next Year (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: The honeymoon phase has to end eventually... Right?

Reasons Why Phil's Body is a Fail (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Phil didn't exactly draw the best numbers in the gene pool lottery, and here are a few reasons why.

Sad Eyes (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: A small dip into VidCon 2012. Dan is scared, and Phil is getting fed up.

Sunshine on the street at the parade (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a Pride Parade. For dxnhowell on tumblr

take yours, i’ll take mine (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: Dan doesn’t even remember being conscious of it, the first time. He always climbs over Phil like he’s a jungle gym, always ends up sprawled in his lap or on the floor by his feet or just – wherever he stutters to a stop. It’s not something he thinks through any more.

'tis the damn season (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is the coffee shop regular at the shop Phil just started working at. Phil quickly learns that Dan is a bit of a Grinch who refuses to try the shops' holiday drinks, or anything new really. Phil's determined to change Dan's mind about the holiday drinks.

Up And Up (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: It's early 2009. Phil Lester is a 22 year old who is single and has casual sex with one of friends. Then one day a boy named Dan comes along and things begin to change.

watercolours (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: Dan’s colours are muted today. They’re dulled by something Phil doesn’t understand, but to Phil they’re no less worthy of marvel. He’d marvel over Dan’s colors if they were nothing more than a million shades of grey.

When The Lights Go Down at 3am (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: Dan is used to procrastinating on everything in his life, whether that be doing assignments or getting books from the library. However, one night when he ventures to get his books, a storm hits and knocks the power out in the library, causing him to be alone with a very cute fellow student named Phil

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phan #phanfic #masterlists #oneshots #oneshots masterlist

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thereesespiece · 10 months

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Ask thingy

I was tagged by the lovely @oasivy soooo long ago lol but here we are!

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

I love a good ole drowning, I’m kinda sad they don’t drown as easy as they used to

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match - Alpha is nice for other people but personally I can’t get into it

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

Depends, if they are “naturally thin” then yes. Otherwise we hit the gym babes

4. Do you use move objects?

Of course! Show me someone who says they don’t and I’ll show you a liar

5. Favorite mod?

110% littlbowbub’s Grannie’s Cookbook all my sims have one in their homes!

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

Like ever? Hot Date - Sims 1, for Sims 4? Get To Work

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

However I feel like at the time I’m saying it, right now I said LIVE

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

It’s so hard to pick because they’re my virtual kids, how do I pick a favorite... Probably the entire Flores family, they have been my most inspiring family so far. Of the Flores Reina is high key my favorite she has so much story potential!

9. Have you made a simself?

I do, but she’s never being shared publicly lol

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Perfectionist - Family Oriented - High Maintenance

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Honestly none but that new black is better than the blue black 😩😩😩😩

12. Favorite EA hair?

Probably the one they put on the new Bella Goth

13. Favorite life stage?

YA - they have the most clothes, the most things to do, but it would be elders if they had more things to do

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I like to do both!

15. Are you a CC creator?

Nahhhhhhh never that, I have no talent

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

yeah! i mean i think so? i like to imagine we’re all basically besties at this point lol

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

Controversial.... but Sims 4.. I like the cartoony style, Sims 1 she was too hard, I don’t like the graphics or 2004 style of Sims 2 and I’m not going out my way for CC or mods to play it, Sims 3, she always lagged for me

18. Do you have any sims merch?

girl no, they already get money for a halfbaked game why would I give them more to take up space in my real life?

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I’ve considered it but nah

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

i’ve embraced the cartooniness and stopped trying to make my sims look “real”

21. What’s your Origin ID?

thereesespiece

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

littlbowbub!

23. How long have you had a simblr?

So I had one during my Sims 3 days in college someone found IRL it and clowned me for being a “loser” on Tumblr so I deleted it and didn’t come back til 2017..? 2018??? When I stopped caring about what people thought lollll

24. How do you edit your pictures?

photoshop

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

Expansion I would like to see an Ambitions style, more active careers like tattoo artist, daycare (which umm hello sims 4 team no daycare with Growing Together? cowards) firefighters etc.

Game pack... Something based on the circus/carnivals, visiting a circus, joining it, fortune telling, rides, carnival games and prizes oh my!

Stuff - lol they dont make these anymore, but Kits, large arcade games, so I can make a proper Dave & Busters type space

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

I’m not a person who blows through the gameplay features quickly, I like to incorporate it into the Flores legacy so there’s so much I haven’t really gotten into. But so far my favorite is Jungle Adventure, minus the problematic looting of the temples. It’s somewhat representative of my heritage and it’s how Chris met Estella!

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hausofmamadas · 2 years

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DINARRÓN | Or should I say Dinarellaron …

✷✷✷ (For any and all Dinarrón content, refer to disclaimer in these posts) ✷✷✷

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From Narcos: Mexico, Season 2, episode 2 - Alea Iacta Est

Aka that one time all three Arellano siblings eyed Barróncito like the prime rib he is went heart eyes for Barrón.

And who can blame them? Even los Arellanos are not exempt from popping the occasional catching the occasional workplace boner crush.

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Already. I mean cmooon, given this entrance with that little shy-boy chin bop, wtf did we think was gonna happen??? They were all gonna look at him and be like, “nah?” Sksksksks no they were all fucking goners, right off the bat, like no match to the silent-but-deadly magnetism our boy is droppin here.

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Oh okay, and then this little walk he does down the stairs. Like in all seriousness (i’ve talked about this with Món/Manuel Masalva before) there’s something about his physicality, like it’s all over that legendary S3 scene at Christine too. And idk if it was the directors, or the writers, or just Bobby Soto plain being like, “So, imma walk down these steps in the sexiest way possible, hope that’s cool with you guys” no te preocupes, chulito, it’s v cool with us but like his whole physicality is just undeniably h o ttttt.

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OKAY YOU MOTHERFUCKINGXDJDKSKDJDNDNSJ GOONS. This is it. This is the first time Dina lays her gotdamn beautiful brown eyes on gotdamn beautiful Barrón. And what praytell does she look like? Tell me what she looks like????? I’ll give you a hint …….

SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE SIZING THIS BOY UP LIKE HE A SLICE OF PECAN PIE WITH A FAT SCOOP OF VANILLA ICE CREAM ON TOP. SHE SEES THAT SWEET SNACK SURPRISE AND SHE KNOWS OKAY

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And just join me, for a moment, in overanalyzing this shot bc it’s not just Dina who’s enamored. Juuuust after Barrón leans back, before Mon shakes his hand. Take in that image right there and tell me they don’t ALL look like they wanna climb him like a jungle gym. They straight look like Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed from the Lion King, bout to bust out into showtunes before making a meal of the kid sksksks. And lbr, he and Panchito were in prison for a min so his look might be “aaaah, memories.” Cuz they never really tell us like what is it that made him such a faaan of Barrón in the first place. And gorl was pushin real hard for the rest of the fam to like him, just sayin.

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There’s no logical Dinarrón reason for me to include this except that the way Ramon walks here rivals aforementioned Barrón stairwalk in terms of pure sexness sksksks like godddd he looks good🥴 OH EXCEPT, the way Barrón follows Mon to confront Chapo and Cochi. Already the work ethic. Mans means business strollin behind, already all-in with the backup even tho he just got there.

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And then we have over here Dina also surveying the scene, making sure no one pulls ANY shit, ready at a moment’s notice to fucking cut you no but like literally sksksks she will actually cut you with the champagne bottle she cracked over that putamadre’s head. SO BASICALLY, Dina and Barrón are literally doing the same damn thing, providing the saaame damn function, in case things pop off in this convo between Mon, Cochi and Chapo which I did gif and desperately wanted to include but couldnt bc of Tumblr’s stupid 10 image limit 😤😤🙄🙄

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And here, I’d like to welcome you to our next edition of Inside the Actors- no Scene overAnalysis with Your Local Space Witch, Kaybron. Wherein I will transform, before your very eyes, into the It’s Always Sunny Pepe Silva meme.

First off, Dina adorably rubbing Moncito’s head like, “yes, good job with fam protec against that scareee Chapo and scareee Cochi, big strong, prad of u.”

Second, just after the adorable sibling head rub, Barrón proceeds to PUT HIS HANDS ON PANCHITA’S SHOULDERS like a “cmon buddy it’ll be okay” gesture or “echoes of our secret prison love affair” gesture I’m not sure cause they’re bestest good frands and he don’t want his bestest good frand to be mad at his own party. SO BASICALLY Dina and Barrón YET AGAIN fulfill the same function as the resident comforting watchdogs, at the Same. Damn. Time.

And lastly, but most importantly…. And it’s crucial that you’re here with me, in this moment, because….. there is, for a millisecond …. it’s literally blink and miss it …. but there is A Look. Right after adorb sib head rub, Dina throws a look Barrón’s way and he fucking looks at her back while he’s walking by steering Panchito with adorable shoulder rub. THERES A LOOK. ITS FUCKING THERE.

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AND👏🏼FUCKING👏🏼THEN👏🏼 this pinshe tonteria.

The other Arellano sisters exiting the frame to reveal BOTH OF THEM IN THE MIDDLE mad-dogging tf out of the Sinaloa camp, THE SAME gotdamn expression on their faces, RIGHT next to each other……….

*foaming at the mouth, flips table over* LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING. IM SUPPOSED TO FUCKING THINK THEY ARENT DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER? RLY? LITERALLY SHOVING THE NARRATIVE SYMMETRY IN MY FACE BRANCATO?? AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE REASONABLE??

Phew. *wipes sweat from forehead, gathers up red string, crumpled paper, and tacks*

And with that, your Honor, The People rest.

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xynnoix · 2 years

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I just wanted to send this to you in case it ever bothers you; you don't have to let your tumblr be a jungle gym for anons. It's alright if you've decided you've had enough anon nonsense for a while. This is your tumblr, and you can make it about whatever content you like, and you dont have to answer every ask.

I know, y'all seem to be having fun and I want this to be a safe space so-

But I'll keep that in mind tho. Thank you <3

#anon ask #ask box

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