#baybay boi

[fluffyhales]

If I'm correct and everything after the foot injury is evil Adam...

Then only one of these smiles is genuine.

Max was the one who was genuinely happy to see MJF in those moments.

[fluffyhales]

Reblogging this again because it's so satisfying. Adam really said "BTW your lip gloss is SO not glossy anymore!" and dipped.

[baybays-baybay]

Adam Cole vs Jungle Boy: Dynamite Sep 29, 2021

@scapegoatsprincess these are your fault

[deanaferal]

lost my passport at King’s Cross but an earth angel named Elif friended me on Facebook and sent me a message saying that she hunted me down because no one at the station cared to try to contact me officially but she wanted me to be able to get back to my county with no problem 🥹 I am buying her flowers and treats for saving me!!! Now if only she had a tractor and could pull our car out of the ditch lol it’s 32 degrees and we are sleeping in the rental car at the Storr access road because a lot of poor decisions were made yesterday and today :) Weee! Adventures are stressful! But so is life, don’t let the worryful what-ifs entomb you in your bedroom!!!

[starrystep]

#243 - Miki Koshikawa from Marmalade Boy

[s4dr4cc00n]

HOW IS HE REAL????

[prehistorictriforce]

i calculated my possible grade for this class bc all i have is my final left and it looks like even with my shitty virtual attendance and the fact that i just. haven’t done so much shit. i will actually still totally pass the class!!! and i can even end up getting an 80 even if he doesn’t count the essay i just submitted past the deadline!!! now to study my ass off for this final lmao

[soulaires]

No thoughts just actor!aaron warner and actress!reader shooting a making out scene for the new upcoming film and aaron accidentally moaned your name instead of your character name. The director already caught upon that and shouted “CUT” but you and aaron just keep going... sloppily making out with each other more than you should, Aaron Warner even making far to give you some hickies that are definitely NOT in the script.

And this is all caught in 4K by your co-actor, Kenji Kishimoto who is currently shooting a tour on set and some behind the scenes.

And boy, oh boy, breaking the internet is an understatement because god damn, you and warner are trending for weeks.

🏷 :: @ravisinghs-wife @ab-baybay @aaronwarnerobsessedmylove @cosmicswan @nomournersonefuneral @corpsedoll777 @lilyevansstudygroup @arinexeisnotworking @reminiscentreader @seaveysoceaneyes @luvv4evaabaemh @kindnessspreads

RiE’s 💌; we have a new series!!!! What ya'll think 🙏

(i just have to take this idea off my head fr... I have been thinking about celeb!au since December lolz)

Lmk if u guys want to see more of actor!warner and actress!reader 🩷

[77tahlias-obsessions14]

Let's Go Charles P1 BayBay, Carlos P3.

I'm so fucking proud of both the Ferrari boys , fingers crossed for a fantastic result for the race... 🏎🏎🏎

[fluffyhales]

He's a fucking menace to society and must be stopped.

[fluffyhales]

I love that people instantly assumed Max QRTing dwayne means he's fed-bound only for his next response to be this

ADAM COLE, WE COMIN FOR YOU BITCH

[daddyhausen]

Hey I was wandering if you could write some Lowkey soft Dom HOOK smut, like they’ve been flirting all night then finally hook up ( haha get it 😭) vibe ykwm? Like with pet names like baby, babe and lowkey a little rough but like still soft yk??? Sorry if this is a bit confusing 😭 love your writing btw <3

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{ pairing } — fem!reader x hook

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god this boy would follow you around like a puppy, practically begging for a taste 

you played hard to get of course, rather enjoying teasing him. 

the night the two of you hooked up was one you’d never forget anytime soon 

it was a house party more or less

although the both of you far to inebriated than you cared to remember 

you still caught small glimpses of the memory in your mind from time to time 

locked in the bedroom of the party host, whose name you could not recall at this very moment but was surely know as a mutual friend between tyler and yourself 

clothes thrown haphazardly in a trail leading from the door all the way to the foot of the bed 

how gentle he was, given the occasion rough thrust every now and then

ones you simply enjoyed, even the thought sent a pulse between your thighs 

his fingers locked in your hair 

not necessarily tugging or pulling

more like he was massaging your scalp in between movements 

other times his was smoothing the strands out of your face so he could catch your gaze better 

all the while whispering the most obscene and filthy things low in your ear 

“you feel so fucking good for me, baby” 

you could still hear his voice lingering in the back of your mind 

he wasn’t overly rough with you from what you could recall 

a comfortable line between overbearingly rough and delicately soft 

he’d offer a slap across your cheek but it would not be hard enough to hurt 

not that he’d want to hurt you in any sense 

you’d been craving him since that night

still imagining how well he fit inside you, stretching out your walls with such ease 

you were going mad without his touch 

you only wished you’d gotten his number

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[edgessunflower]

Our girl baybay

Pairing: Maxwell Jacob Friedman x Fem reader x Adam Cole

Description: When you keep being harassed by Orange Cassidy, your partners challenge him and Danhausen to a tag team match

You felt frustrated as you slammed the door to the boys shared locker room having run away from Orange Cassidy who would not stop harassing you even though you were with not just one man but both MJF and Adam Cole. The tears pour as knocks hit against the door afraid to open the door until finally you open it only to see Max with adam next to him both instantly worried when they see your tear stained flushed face being pulled into their arms "What's wrong sweetie are you hurt?" you mumble that you wanted it to stop with tears flowing "Want what to stop dear? What happened?" you sigh as you remain in max's arms after all of you walk in the locker room sitting on the couch "Orange Cassidy has been messing with me and I just can't get him to stop" they both feel anger boil inside them as they hold you showering you with affection before changing into your matching ring gears and accompanying them in the ring for a promo which is interrupted halfway through by Orange Cassidy who just wouldn't leave you be despite how much you said no and fought back even throwing slaps and punches on him for how much he just kept bothering you. As cassidy talked max almost jumped out of the ring while adam held him back yelling "You better be glad that we're not beating your ass right now but we challenge you and Hausen to a tag team match next week!" max helps you out of the ring after adam leaves staring eye to eye with cassidy as he grabs the microphone from adam "One more thing to know, this girl is our girl Baybay!" smiling as the crowd adds "And you know it!" while the three of you walk hand in hand backstage sharing a group hug in your locker room sharing kisses together before watching the rest of Rampage heading back home and immediately holding both of them after you all showered and were laying on the couch watching tv "Thanks for earlier boys I didn't want you guys to think that.. something else was going on" they each lightly squeeze you as max gently lifts your face up to look at both men "We would never think that at all babygirl you don't have to ever think that we'd be mad because someone doesn't want to take the point that you're taken" you smile as the three of you head upstairs sharing a final tender kiss with each man before you were all tangled together watching tv with piper at your feet and the dogs on the floor in their beds all of you falling asleep and hour later limbs wrapped together with your head in the crook of max's neck and adam's chin placed lightly on top of your head.

[fluffyhales]

Like the thing I just keep turning in my head is: what if Max didn't want the devil to be Adam because he knew in his heart he'd forgive him if it was. It'd be easier if it wasn't because you just swear revenge, easy done. But he loves Adam. So he just… understands him.

[hekateinhell]

I'm always thinking about the ways other characters describe Armand vs how he describes himself. They all seem to agree on the basics (angelic, ethereal, radiant, Boticelli angel, most beautiful boy alive/among the undead, etc.), but what can I say I love nitpicking 😌My findings are as follows:

Marius: the only one who describes Armand as actually having slavic features, I believe he uses the phrase "sharp" to describe his high cheekbones ("sharp yet delicate" or something along those lines). By the time I read B&G I had already read all of the previous books in the series (up until that point) so this is what stood out to me the most and I rarely see people mentioning it! And it might be one of my favorite descriptions of Armand ever, you can actually feel just how astonishing his beauty is. Had Marius so thoroughly shook.

Lestat: Angel boy, angel mouth, cherub, so beautiful it's stupid, this is SURELY what love/desire must feel like, "I just beat the shit out of him and I should probably kill him but GOD HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY I CAN'T". PRINCESS AT THE BALL. NOT ONE BUT TWO PRINCESSES. Also calls him a "sad(?) waif" which is fucking hilarious when you consider Armand is later like "I'm not a fucking waif" but Lestat definitely called him one in TVL AND YOU KNOW WHAT. I BELIVE HIM!!!! I do 😌

Louis: Simple yet undeniable beauty, seductive asf, got him horny and in bad parent mode in record time yet ever the gentleman, he only used the most sophisticated adjectives to describe him. I would have LOVED to have gotten more stuff from Louis POV post-IWTV, specially because Anne did a bit of a retcon when it came to Armand's looks (iirc Louis described his hair as being straight??? Though his hair was always auburn). I wanna know what Louis thinks of Armand as we all know and love him pls 🤧

Daniel: hottest bitch alive, can't even think straight because of how horny I am all the time. Even when I'm tryna talk shit about him I CAN'T because he's so fucking hot, dammit (paraphrasing but "he looked normal... if you call looking this fucking hot normal 🥵"). Props for mentioning how cute/dorky/human his laugh is and how pretty he looks when his hair falls on his face AND how effortlessly stunning he looks with long OR short hair. Daniel never recovered from this, obviously.

In summary: he's a teeny tiny pretty baybay 🥲🤏 but will also awaken kinks you didn't even know you had 🥵🥵🥵 15/10 would hit again except Lestat yk

Armand, in TVA: HOLD😠THE FUCK😠 UP😠. I'M NO WAIF. I'M STRONG AND ATHLETIC AND MARIUS' LANKY ASS LOOKED FUNNY AS HELL WHEN HE CARRIED ME UP AND DOWN THE STAIRS AT THE PALAZZO. YOU HEAR THAT LESTAT 😡 I'M NO. FUCKING. WAIF. But also wow I'm hot 🥵 even as I laid dying jfc no wonder why everyone in Venice hit it 🥲🤏

Would love to hear your thots 💭 as usual xoxo DA ❤️

DA, my love! ♥️

I was stewing on this for an entire (hectic) day because I think about it a lot — almost all of Anne's vampires appear to fall within the conventional range of attractive but she really went overboard with Armand and the sheer amount of prose dedicated to his ethereal, captivating, otherworldly appearance.

Marius really said: 'abandoned angel' while Lestat went, 'Cinderella at the ball'. And you're correct, Lestat does call Armand a waif in TVL in one of my favorite passages:

"Grotesque he seemed, among all the candles and the swimming colors of the flat, this filthy waif of the netherworld, and yet his beauty held sway. He hadn't needed the shadows of Notre Dame or the torchlight of the crypt to flatter him."

I do generally default to waif meaning skinny and unhealthy, but I looked it up and it also means 'a homeless, neglected or abandoned person, especially a child'; which ties into how Lestat thought of Armand as an orphan:

[...] this quiet and forceful one, the one who would survive, no matter how the orphan in him wept.

That's my all-time favorite Armand description btw. 🥹

Since we're talking TVL, I'll refer back to what you said about IWTV, which was published almost an entire decade earlier! Armand was in his 20s in the original IWTV short story, and therefore his appearance isn't described as having all the exceedingly youthful qualities that are later endowed to him in TVL and onwards. Here's a few examples from Louis in IWTV:

"I had a strong sense of him [Armand] then, the separate being that he was, the calm and collected creature with the straight auburn hair and the large, sometimes melancholy eyes [...]."

"I looked at Armand, at his large brown eyes in that taut, timeless face [...].

"[...] Armand was beautiful and simple, and no intimacy with him would ever have been repellent."

So I think the descriptions we're given does a paint a more mature physical image than TVL-era Armand. TVL is also the first time we're given Armand's mortal age as being 17 years old. If you've read CoSB, which Anne wrote in between IWTV and TVL, some of my friends and I have this theory that she based Armand's later physical characteristics off of the character Alexi (a young sex slave). 🫣

Marius's first impression of Armand:

And there I saw beauty, beauty which has always been my downfall, beauty as in Pandora, as in Avicus, as in Zenobia, as in Bianca, beauty in a new and celestial form. Heaven had cast down upon this stone floor an abandoned angel, of auburn curls and perfectly formed limbs, of fair and mysterious face.

I reached down to take him by the arms and I lifted him, and I looked into his halfopened eyes. His soft reddish hair was loose and tangled. His flesh was pale and the bones of his face only faintly sharpened by his Slavic blood.

In universe I attribute this distinction to Armand's Slavic features to the fact that he was a malnourished little thing when Marius saved him from the brothel. It makes sense that the bone structure in his face would be more defined versus after Armand's been living well in Venice for a couple years, becoming in his own words, 'a plump and juicy young man'. Lestat describes Armand's cheeks as going 'apple-perfect' when he smiles in MtD, meaning that they're full and rounded, Armand still has that fat in his face.

I agree with you — I would have loved to see more of Armand from Louis's POV post-IWTV, once Anne had fully settled on what his character would be like! But here's a line from Louis to Armand in TVA that tells us this much:

"And like a dream, you've come back. We all had inklings of it, wild whispers that you'd been seen in New York, as handsome and vigorous as you ever were. But I had to lay eyes on you to believe it."

'Handsome and vigorous' is how post-IWTV and pre-PL (Trinity Gate era) Louis describes Armand!

TVA is definitely not everyone's favorite VC novel, but it is mine, because it's the only one where we get to see inside Armand's head. And it's an excellent example of how differently we see ourselves, even superficially, compared to how others see us.

There's also a concept that I see play out a lot irl that basically dictates that oftentimes our brains tend to freeze people as they were when we first met them and this can be a difficult perception to break. A notion that perhaps can be applied here, for example: Marius first saw Armand as this angelic, broken child and Lestat first saw him as this being that's simultaneously horrifying and beautiful and begging him for his guidance. In contrast, Louis and Daniel meet Armand in a position of power and possibility that doesn't waver until further down the line. Armand is a different person to each one of them (just like how none of us are exactly the same nor seen exactly the same by anyone in our lives).

What is interesting too is the parallel between Lestat and Daniel using words like grotesque, awful, loathsome (in addition to the beautiful, captivating, angel, etc) in TVL and QotD re: Armand. And yet Armand is someone whom they both love and find themselves attracted to (for Lestat it's been an ongoing thing for 200 years and he can't figure out what to do about it - let us never forget 'good to embrace, good to love').

One of the key differences to me here is that Daniel romanticized vampirism and Lestat romanticized humanity and they're at opposite sides of the spectrum at these respective points in time. Lestat was a newborn vampire who was turned against his will and then almost immediately stumbled upon a cult of Satan worshippers advertising the worst that vampirism has to offer. Yes, Daniel did have to run for dear life for a good while there but in comparison he saw a much better side of Armand than Lestat ever did in Paris, no contest.

A final thing that stands out when I think about all this is how alluring all of them find Armand, and yet he spends so much of his life either alone, pinning, or losing whatever connection he might have had to those he loves. And this can be said for Marius and Lestat as well but it's just the juxtaposition of Anne making Armand this insanely bewitching, seductive creature to virtually all he encounters, but things rarely play out in his favor in that regard, and then when they do, they don't last.

(Until PL trilogy, you know what - thank fuck for those three books, it was rough being an Armand girlie back in the day and never knowing what happened to him after the events of B&G and Merrick, just absolutely horrendous).

[himbos-hotline]

"I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." - agoraphobic by CORPSE For Cole

The dead man in the dream is you

Word count: 4303 words Ship: The polycule, Mostly focused on: Jay Orton/Adam Cole and Adam Cole + Wheeler Yuta Characters: Adam Cole, Jay Orton, Wheeler Yuta. Mentioned Matt Jackson Triggers: Gender dysphoria, anxiety, sex, yelling, mention of AI generated pictures Authors note: Trans girl Adam Cole Baybay. I have nothing else to say about this fic apart from Cole is "I just like being called a girl while having sex..and also afterwards...and also when I'm being cuddled.....and maybe always but we're not gonna talk about that" and then she has too. A lot of Coles internal thoughts about being trans being "wrong" or her being "broken" comes from my interal thoughts growing up catholic. Still he/him pronouns for Cole though. Read on ao3

Adam’s always thought of gender a bit like a coat that's always been a little too small for him. He slides his arms into the sleeves, watches how they squeeze his muscles into thin, toned muscles and long thick fingers that slide across the buttons as he grows up, squeezing his ribs and chest until the fat around his hips and the scruff of puberty pop out in a way that makes him look masculine. Makes him look like a boy.

In the mirror, Adam stares at himself in the changing room, watching from the corner of his eyes as other boys his age oogle and marvel at each other's bodies- flexing bulging muscles and pulling their boxers tighter to show off their bulges. Adam simply turns his eyes away and curves his shoulders, retreating to the safety of a bathroom stall until gym class has finished.

His sister painted his nails for the first time when he was eight. Adam remembers the smell, the way it almost burned as it wrapped around his brain as the sticky red liquid stained his nail bed. It shimmered under his sister's neon lights and Adam wore it until his father got home from work. The water almost burned his hands as his father stood over him, watching as he scrubbed the nail polish away before sending him to bed, ass as red as the nail polish still staining the bathroom sink.

A few weeks later, his parents sat him and his siblings down in the living room, faces set in a position of understanding. Adam was eight by the time he knew was divorce was, he always blamed himself, sitting on the top step as his parents argued long into the night about who would take what child, they never argued before the nail polish, before Adam had been so stupid to forget his place in the world, to forget his fathers teachings. Boys can't wear makeup or wander through the girls section, running their fingers across the hems of summer dresses and winter coats. Men can't paint their nails.

Adam buries the feeling deep down inside him. In high school, he takes a girl to the prom. His suit doesn't fit right against his body and as he stares up at his prom date, he wonders what it would be like to wear her dress, with its light pink flowers across the sleeves, the dainty blue of the fabric complimenting his tie. He gets crowned prom king, and stands on the stage, under the bright lights eyeing the prom queen sash leaning just off stage form the corner of his eyes. Wondering why Adam Cole: Prom Queen sounded better in his head.

After prom, Adam starts wrestling, finds a twisted sort of comfort in the masculinity in it all, the theatrics and blurring of lines. Adam didn't have to be ultra-masculine, with his self-cut hair and wide blue eyes, people fawned over him. Girls flocked to his crappy hotel rooms from the bars, desperate and eager for a scrap of attention and somewhere between their smudged mascara and parted, lip gloss painted lips, Adam finds a small part of himself.

They call him daddy and a part of him winces, so he simply presses them down further, staring at the smudged makeup left on his sheets long after they leave, he rubs off the lipstick kisses on his dick and stands under the shower long enough for the water to run cold and the mirror to fog up. Adam stares at himself through the cloudy mirror and sighs; wet hair plastered around his face makes it look rounder and for a few seconds a voice in the back of his head goes "there's a pretty girl." Adam shakes his head hard enough it hurts and wakes up aching and mournful for the next show, the next around of girls and the next wave of aching sadness that somehow only stops aching when Adam looks at himself in a fogged up mirror, breaking and mutating his face and frame until it almost looks like the fucked up person he is inside.

Adam's sure a part of his brain is broken; he should love how he loves, should adore women flocking and kneeling at his feet, eager for him to say pretty words to them, to give them a scrap of human affection. But he just isn't. He always wishes to sound like them, to be the one on his knees worshiping another man with his mouth and his body. Sometimes Adam tells the women he's sleeping with that they're "pretty girls'' and Adam's brain rushes with serotonin, floods with dopamine and that's enough to get him to finish and the crash comes harder than ever when he's left alone, a couple of dollars shorter and still filled with longing.

He goes to Japan and becomes a star, letting his self hate and confusion be his guiding light. A small part of his soul dies and comes back, reincarnated wrong and misshapen every night. He shifts and squishes the parts of himself that he doesn't like down, forcing them down as one of his friends stretches him open, whispering that he's a whore into the hot air of the hotel, he smiles and nods, letting everything melt away from his brain.

In all honesty, Adams is not sure why brings it up around Matt one night when it's just the two of them in the hotel room. Matt’s hand is rubbing against the inside of his thigh, trailing around the flexing muscle when Adam breathes out "c-could you call me a girl?" It sounds stupid from the way it comes out, small and shaky and from the wide-eyed stunned look on Matt's face he wasn't expecting it.

"I uh.." Matt starts, his hand stilling on Adam's thigh, fingers suddenly sweaty against the ripped fabric of his jeans. Adam sighs, biting through the inside of his cheek hard enough that it bleeds. He swallows the taste down alongside his desires and shakes his head at Matt slowly. They never talk about it again, Adam never gets to be called a pretty girl during his time in The Elite, just lets whoever wants him open him up, whispering their desires at the space above his head.

Soon, it almost becomes a comfort. Someone fucking into him, gasping at how tight he is, how wet he is around them and then the shuddering feeling of being filled feels like Adam's sticking parts of his soul together. He clings to whoever's inside of him, feeling the way they plunge deeper into him, the squelching of their bodies becomes like a chorus line in his head. Hotel rooms become his heaven, hotel bathrooms become his own personal hell; alone with nothing but his thoughts and the ever longing feeling that he's wrong. Somehow.

Something about Adam Cole is wrong, fundamentally something about him is wrong and broken and twisted. It hangs over his head like a personal stormcloud, painting him in the dark colors of callousness and smugness. Even when he's above the clouds, flying back to the states, Adam's mouth still tastes wrong, something sickly sweet stuck to his throat and something painful gnawing at the bottom of his ribs. The plane rocks in the storm and Adam allows fear to take over, pretending that the splattering of tears and the aching sobs that rattle soundlessly around the empty cave of his ribs is simply fear and not the desire to finally become right in someone's eyes.

It's storming the first night it happens; thunder rolls right above him, shaking the windows of his and Jay's shared hotel room. The rain almost overpowers the rushing of the shower and Adam sits with his back against the wall, trembling. Lightning highlights his trembling form as Jay returns from the shower dressed in his hoodie, she smiles down at him, her lips thinner without the piercings. Something in Cole stirs deeply as another rush of thunder paints the blues of his eyes with fear. "Hey the storm will pass promise" Jay whispers, kneeling in front of her suitcase as she fixes her hearing aids, fishing something out with her free hand.

"You're wearing my hoodie" Cole says instead of believing Jay's words. There's something pooling at the bottom of his stomach when Jay turns to him and nods, holding out and shuffling a pack of cards, there's small fingerprints on the corner of the cards, her nimble fingers still shower-wet and her chest still softly blanched, Adam trails the pinkness down until his hoodie cuts it off, just above her breasts. He swallows a little thickly and yelps, tucking back into himself when another round of thunder rocks the room.

"Hey." Cole stares down at Jay's feet, bare and blurry from behind his tears and he doesn't even remember when she stood up, there's a card stuck to her heel and when Jay shifts on her feet, Cole spots it's the queen of hearts. He smiles to himself, twitching his fingers against his knees as lightning flashes across the starry night sky. "Adam." Adam feels Jay's fingertips brush against the curve of his jaw and his breath halts in his throat, his chest stills and the tears fade for long enough to stare into Jay's mismatched eyes as she cups his chin in her hand and whispers

"Dance with me."

Cole raises an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a small smile. One that's as quick and fleeting as the lightning that paints itself across the sky, He hide his face in her hands, breathing in the smell of her hand lotion until he feels the ring-worn tips itch across the stubble on his cheek and Adam can't help but follow her movement, letting his eyes trail slowly up until he's staring at her, lost in the emotion that floats in Jay’s like a burning fire and Adam, reaches up taking the hand that Jay outstretches.

He stares at her and takes her hand slowly. The world seems to shift under Adam's feet as Jay positions his hands; one resting against the curve on her hip, fingers interlocking and he stares down at their feet; bare and cold as they shift over scattered playing cards that once held all their attention. "That's it, you're doing great Adam." Jay whispers, voice gentle that it almost gets lost in the roar of the rain against the covered windows. Adam relishes in the praise, tilting his head back against the moonlit spotlight, watching the silver glow as it dances between the clouds, following their movements.

He feels his thighs press against the metal of the bed and Adam can't help the cautious glance back at the still fresh sheets before turning his attention back to Jay, staring at her with a million questions. The grip on her hip tightens, the pressure in Adam's chest grows and when he watches Jay glance at his lips, it explodes. Her lips taste of butterscotch and ramen noodles and Adam tilts his head downwards, relishing in the fact that she's kissing back, Jay bites his lip and Adam gasps into the pain, letting it twist around his brain. Adam's weak and prey-like in Jay's hands, putty for her to mold into whatever she wants. There's no fight for dominance when Jay slides her tongue into his mouth, nails leaving crescent moons in the skin under his shirt.

Adam paws at the stolen hoodie when his back collides with the bedside table, free hand pirouetting in the freefall until his body collides with the mattress. Jay's weight feels right as it presses into his hips as the two of them breathe the same air, fanning out raspy want against each other's kiss-swollen lips. "Do you want this?" Jay asks and Adam can't remember the last time someone asked.

He stares at her, shifts under her weight and needily rolls his hips against the inside of her thigh, he's hard already and before Adam would think he's being pathetic; being needy and begging silently as someone stares down at him with a glimmer of lust in their eyes. He bites his bottom lip, feels skin stick to his tooth as he breathes in, surging up to steal a kiss, soft and gentle before he nods. "Yes."

Jay smiles, whispering "good boy" against his lips and Adam feels something in his head start thumping, pounding and sending pleasure skating down his spine; it's cold as it tangles like vines around each vertebrae, shifting them into a straight line, making Adam's head roll back as Jay's lips start decorating him in soft kisses, he can feel the chill of her skin as against his as she strips away his shirt, revealing him pounding heart and twitching stomach to the lightning. Adam only flinches when Jay's weight leaves him and he hears her knees collide with the floor.

There's silence in the hotel room for a few seconds as Jay's hands rest against his thighs, fingers itching at the knots just under his skin. "Yeah?" Jay asks, wanting to clarify once again as everything teethers on a thin edge between friendship and something that Adam doesn't quite understand. He nods anyway, lifting his hips with a needily high-pitched whine that makes Jay laugh against the skin just above his cock.

Adam follows her lips across his thighs, kissing at his knees before her tongue darts out to lick against the tip of his throbbing cock. Adam barely spots Jay raising a hand off his hip as his eyes close as bliss spreads warmth throughout his body. He's floating and the lump in the back of his head thaws like an iceberg; it trickles down Adam's jawline until it floods his mouth, pressing against his lips. Jay's mouth is warm and wet and Adam's mouth is dry when he gasps out "daddy please more-!"

There's a soft huff around his cock and he barely has time to rise onto his elbows before Jay is pulling off, the tip of his tongue tracing a vein. She looks at Adam with something in her mismatched eyes, her lips twitch into a small smile and the hand clinging to his wrist squeezes. "My girl likes that huh?" She says, the smile turning into a smirk and Adam feels like he could cum without her touching him again.

Girl. He's her girl. Adam feels his mouth hang open in a gasp, one that's greedy and eager. His cock twitched neglected against his stomach, sweat pooling under his arms. He's silent and floaty. He's a girl and Adam nods quickly, swallowing thickly just to fill the silence in the hotel room. Jay isnt looking at him the way Matt did, her eyes are soft despite the blown out pupils and her fingers and massaging at the back of his hand, itching against the flames of his tattoo as they lick against his wrist.

"yes sir..." Adam says just to fill the silence, melting into the mattress as Jay returns herself to his side as she kisses him softly, fingers tugging his hair at the roots.

The rest of the night is a hazy bliss filled with acceptance and soon Adam starts chasing the high again. Jay pins him against empty corridor walls breathing out how good he's being as Adam cums onto the floor, he stares at Jay with eyes flooded with euphoria and she smiles, licking his cum off her fingers as she kisses him, whispering "You're such a good girl, now c'mon clean it up." Giggling when Cole sinks onto his knees to kiss the inside of his thighs.

The two of them fall into a routine, winning matches together, Jay carrying the team, whispering how proud she is in Adam's ear then letting him pull her backstage, hands already finding themselves in her hair. Their bodies move in quick frantic paces, Adam chasing and sinking his teeth in the euphoria, letting Jay hold him as he sinks down from his high, whispering softness into his ear before tucking himself back inside his ring tights and letting Jay wander towards the locker room, wearing the beard rash as a gift.

During the night, Jay tells Adam secrets, brings up memories from their time in CZW and Adam wonders if Jay remembers the accidents that decorate the scars on her body, and wonders if the two of them were destined to meet. Or if the burning in Adam's chest is simply what he felt sleeping with the women all those years ago; just lipstick kisses that Adam can rub away off his skin, barely tracing the outline before he rubs the pinkness away.

But Jay doesn't disappear like the women of Adam's past; she stays like the Florida heat, floating over Adam's head and keeping him warm. So warm that under her eyes his skin bristles, sweat tangles into his hair and he spends longer and longer in the shower after shows, trying to wash the heat away, the water turns cold and Adam wonders what this feeling is, this self-sacrificing dangerous feeling. Like Jay could carve Adam's heart out with her bare hands and Adam would let her, smiling all the way as he follows the blood twisting around the delicate dents of her wrists, the scars on her arms.

He shuts the shower off and rubs a hand across his chest, a small part of his brain surprised to feel his heart still pounding away under his chest, he listens to it as water chills against his skin, and he's sure in the easily broken silence of the locker room shower, his heart is calling Jay's name.

Adam thinks this is what love feels like and fear bristles under his skin. He dries off and spots Jay waiting for him, she's scrolling on her phone and Adam sees the bright colors of a game shimmer against her eyes. "What ya doing?" He asks, chuckling when Jay jolts in surprise.

"My cousin showed me something, it's a filter thing that changes your face. Like it makes you look like a gal" Jay smiles a little, shifting up the clothing box as Adam sits down, their shoulders press together and Adam feels his chest start to deepen as her phone loads a picture and Adam feels his stomach drop. He looks at the face reflecting back at him on the phone screen and he twists his hands together.

"Huh..." Is all that Adam can remember saying. He stares at the person on the phone and swallows; the soft round eyes stained with makeup, bottom lips jutted out in a small pout. Adam thinks she looks perfect, beautiful. She looks like how he imagines himself. He shakes himself from inside his own mind and looks over at Jay, pushing a smile onto his face. "What app is that?"

That's the only thing that stays the same. Jay comes and goes, appears on the main roster, Adam leaves for AEW and finds himself in old friends. He fills himself with anger and bitterness. But the app still stays on his phone, pictures stay hidden on his phone and Adam pretends not to love the look on the fake-Adam's face whenever he looks at them. He turns his phone off and locks his fantasies away with the AI generated makeup and the shimmer of soft curling hair.

 Months turn to a year and Jay turns up again. They fall in love again, Adam finds his place settled snugly in a polycule, the center of a little universe that people look at with gentleness and confusion. It makes Adams stomach flutter and as he lays his head down slowly on the pillows, he stares up at Wheeler, eyebrows furrowing when he pulls his shirt over his head.

"What happened to your chest?" Cole asks, pointing at the scars under Wheeler's pecs. He doesn't mean to pry but when Wheeler  pats Cole on the shoulder, there's something unspoken between the two friends; Wheeler's smile is well-worn and he tells the story like it's something he's memorized.

"They're top surgery scars. I'm trans." He chuckles at Cole's confused face, ruffling his hair. "I was born a girl but I never really felt like a girl. My parents always thought I was a "tomboy" and it turns out I was just a guy." He shrugs, rubbing Cole's cheeks when his blue eyes drop to the floor of the hotel room. "It's a bit like..." He pauses, opening his mouth before to take a breath before Cole butts in mumbling

"Visiting your childhood home after someone else has moved in? Your body feels different but like..."

"It's the wrong house for the right person, yeah." Wheeler smiles, patting Cole's leg. The two of them spend the rest of the night speaking, Cole listening intently to everything his boyfriends boyfriend has to say. Cole never mentions his sister painting his nails or the acceptance he felt in knowing that whatever was wrong with him had a name, that Cole wasn't broken. Just a ghost haunting the halls of a house long since changed.

"I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave."  Cole starts one Wednesday before the show. He's meant to be in a tag match with Kenny and Hangman against FTR, They have matching gear but as Cole sits in the empty male locker room, everything feels off, like Coles picked up a bag that's too heavy for him to carry and its pulling everything down from his shoulders, turning him inside out until Adam isn't sure what he's saying. He purposely ignores the reflection in the mirror, the ghost of Adam Cole staring back at him as he fiddles with the new leather jacket and pulls out the laces of his boots.

Jay stares at him through the reflection in the mirror, eyebrows pinched up in confusion; hands fiddling with the pockets of her ring jacket, Adam admits to himself silently that he's a little jealous of how her ring bra cups her breasts, the way the pink latex makes them the center of attention, highlighting her tattoos under her breasts, the ones across her shoulders. He looks down at his own body, still hidden under the brown cotton fabric of his civilian clothes. He knows they're running late, that their match is next but the idea of taking his clothes off, looking at himself in the mirror or from the corner of his eyes makes him feel sick. He stays frozen on the chair in the empty locker room twisting his ring trunks and leather jacket around his fingers.

There's silence between them and Cole swallows thickly, pressing his knuckle between his eyes. He feels like he wants to cry.

"Everything's wrong."

"Does it not fit? Is the jacket too tight, I don't think people would care if you're wearing your black one sweetheart. if it's not the right color we can get Claudio to sew something on there quick, Maybe a little Adam Cole si-"

Cole raises his head so quickly it makes him dizzy. "You're not listening!" His voice comes out louder than what he intended it too but Adam feels like the words are just vomiting out his mouth, his stomach feels empty with every word he says. "Everything is wrong. Its not the fucking ring gear!" He has to pace, wincing a little at the sound of leather hitting the floor. "It's not right!"

"What's not right Adam? I don't understand." Jay follows him with her eyes, running a hand through shortcut curls, Adam knows she would understand if he just admitted it to her, He sees Jay glance up at the clock on the wall, biting the inside of her cheek and everything Adam's ever felt rises to just under his skin and he picks at it like a thorn.

"I want to be a girl!" The thorn pops through his skin and Adam feels faint, empty as he slumps against the wall until his ass collides with the cold, dirty floor. He hides his face in his hands, swatting an empty water bottle away. "I want to be a girl." He whispers, softer this time and when he swallows, it feels like he's trying to shove himself back into his lungs. He can't look at Jay, so he stares everywhere else in a locker room that wasn't made for him.

"Oh." Cole hears Jay whisper, voice as soft as a summer's wind and Adam shakes his head, pushing his tears away as he curls deeper into himself again.

There's worry across his face when he finally looks up and stares into Jay's eyes. It's a position he remembers being in , a long time ago where she held his vulnerability in his hands and cupped it so gently it looked like she was Death carrying a soul towards the afterlife. "You hate me- fuck you hate me and I get it! I get it I understand you hate me fuck, I'm sorry I'm  sorry!"

He feels her fingers under his chin, rubbing tears off the dimples in his cheeks. He follows her fingers, follows the tattoo up her arm and feels the corner of his lips twitch when Jay cups his cheeks, wiping tears away before whispering

"How could I hate such a pretty girl?"

Jay smiles and Cole smiles back, snuggling his face into her hand. "You don't hate me?" His voice is rough, still wet with tears as he searches Jay's face for any hint of a joke.

"Never. I love you." Jay whispers and Adam finally settles into that feeling that he's always chased through sex and pixel fantasies.

Acceptance.

"You've always been a little bit of a princess."

Princess. Adam likes that.

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