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Ruby limped backstage, collapsing into a random chair as she felt herself quickly slip into little space. Her match was brutal, she ached everywhere. She needed Eddie, and fast. She wearily searched through her found and called the older male, who-after hearing a rather distressed Ruby cry for him-quickly made his way to where Ruby was. Eddie sighed softly, picking up the tired little and carrying her to his locker room, placing her on a couch as he checked her for cuts/bruises. Ruby yawned, slumping against Eddie who chuckled. "Someone tired?" The New Yorker asked, as Ruby shook her head. "No...jus' missed you an' all..." She hummed, starting to suck on her thumb. Eddie carefully removed her finger from her mouth. "Hey- sucking on your thumb-while it's cute...-isn't good remember? Here Rub." He rummaged through a bag for a second, before pulling out a red and black decorated pacifier, smiling softly as Ruby's face lit up. She grabbed the item from Eddie and placed it in her mouth, sucking on it as she giggled. "There's my Ruby. You wanna do anything? We still have to be here for a while." Eddie questioned, watching Ruby's thought process. "Can I watch stuffs?" Ruby tilts her head, her voice muffled by the object in her mouth. Eddie nods, pulling out his phone and unlocking it, handing it to Ruby who mumbled a "Thank you Edds!!" before her eyes glued onto the screen.

Eddie carefully moved the little into his lap, getting bored and eventually watching whatever kid show Ruby was watching. It was bright, and seemed like too much to focus on at once, but Ruby didn't seem to mind, so Eddie put up with it. The two sat there, watching the show until Ruby was clearly becoming tired, snuggling against Eddie's chest as she rubbed her eyes. Eddie managed to sneak his phone back, ignoring the small whine that came from Ruby. "Alright- I'm sure you'll be able to nap for a bit if you want, ok?" The little nods, curling up in her caregiver's lap. Eddie chuckled, carefully maneuvering himself so that Ruby was able to be on the couch by herself.

Eddie, on the other hand, quickly got to work. He dimmed the lights in the room, making sure nothing else bright would bother his Ruby. Rummaging through the bag again, he pulled out a thin blanket and a stuffed animal-one of Ruby's favorite, a beat up pink rabbit. Ruby never liked actual blankets, always getting fussy when she wakes up due to her being to hot. The New Yorker placed the blanket on top of the now asleep little, placing the rabbit-named Charity-next to her. Eddie softly kissed her forehead, before whispering. "Sleep tight, my Ruby."

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Edge let out a low whine as he flopped onto the bed of the hotel room, Beth chuckling softly. "Long day hm? Well, I'm sure I have something that can cheer you up." Beth cooed, as Edge tiredly lifted his head up, curiously looking as Beth pulled out a old stuffed animal. "Is that Mr. Bananas?!" Edge said excitedly, almost instantly slipping into his little space. Edge was always in a older head space, while others, for example, where around 1-4, Edge was usually 6-10. Edge preferred to do things more on his on compared to other littles, which Beth as perfectly fine with. Just as long as he didn't hurt himself, which he usually didn't. One thing Edge loved though-was his old stuffed monkey, Mr. Bananas. Edge recently went into a fit when he noticed he hadn't packed it, but thankfully Beth came to the rescue, having someone from home to grab it without Edge knowing-to surprise him. "Sure is, you wanna get changed into something more comfy?" Beth asked, handing the stuffed monkey to Edge who hugged it tightly, nodding to answer his mommy's question. "Be right back Mommy!" Edge called out, rushing to the hotel restroom with a change of clothes.

He came out a few minutes later, wearing mismatched pajamas. Beth chuckled at the little's appearance, ruffling his long blonde hair. "Feel better?" She asked, as Edge nodded, heading over to the couch and plopping down on the ground. Beth hummed, turning on the hotel TV and turning the channel to a kids show. Edge-despite his little age-still loved cartoons. He watched happily, staring wide eyed at the colorful screen before him, as Beth watched for a second-before ordering the two dinner. Edge hadn't mentioned it, but Beth was sure the little was hungry.

After about another 15 or so minutes, the food arrived. Beth managed to get Edge's attention off of the screen and on his food, the two eating and chatting a bit before Edge went back to being enchanted by the kids show. Beth sighed and smiled, shaking her head. She cleaned up and let Edge the TV until the little rubbed his eyes, whining softly. "Mommy..." He called out, and Beth replied. "Yes hun?" There was a pause before Edge mumbled something. "I can't hear you, may you speak up?" Beth asked, and Edge huffed. "Can you tuck me in...?" Edge said, still a bit quiet but he managed to get it out. Beth smiled brightly. "Of course honey, go brush you teeth and make sure you and Mr. Bananas are ready for me alright?" Edge nods, heading off to the bathroom and coming back a bit later. Beth picked up her little, placing him under the hotel bed blankets and such, tucking him in making sure Edge and the stuffed monkey were comfortable. Beth kissed the two good night, going to turn off the light before Edge whined. "No- Mommy...can you sleep with us?" He asked, blushing softly as Beth gasped softly-this was the first time that Edge had asked something like that. She got changed quickly and got in bed next to Edge, whispering a soft good night as the two drifted off to sleep.

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Darby was never a bad little. He was sweet, sharing toys, always doing what he was told, etc. But- after a rather bad match which resulted in Darby losing, it left the skater in a rather sour mood. The little practically ran backstage, slamming his door to his locker room shut before throwing himself on the couch. Unbeknownst to Darby, his caretaker Sting was there-and had been waiting for him to get back. (Poor old man has no idea what he's gonna have to deal with.)

"Darby?" Sting called out, and the little huffed, curling up on the couch as he muttered a "Go away!". Sting blinked in surprise, not used to Darby speaking like this. "Hey- kid, I know that was a rough match, but you get it next time, ok?" Sting attempted to comfort the skater, trying to sit next to him on the couch, only for Darby to whine loudly and attempt to push the much larger Sting away. "I said go away! No want to talk to you!" Darby pouts, now trying to shove Sting, who let out a low growl. "Darby, just because you loss does not mean you can be a brat, ok?" Sting warns, but this doesn't seem to phase Darby. "Not a brat!" The little shouts, starting to kick his legs and ball his hands into fists, flailing around. Sting inhales and exhales deeply, backing away from Darby. To be quite honest, Sting didn't really know what to do. Darby's never acted like this before, and Sting didn't want to upset the little further.

After a good ten or so minutes of kicking and crying, Darby tired himself out, whining as his kicks had slowed down. "You finally done?" Sting asked, teasing the little who glared at the older male. "Shut up you- asshole!" Darby shouted, and Sting tensed up. "What did you just say?" Darby smirked. "You heard me! Assholeee~!" Darby said in a sing song voice. Sting stared down at the little, before going over and lifting him up with ease, placing him over his lap. Darby instantly went into panic mode, starting to cry although Sting hadn't done anything. "I don't want to hear anything out of you, you're getting this because you've been nothing but rude to me, you understand?" Sting said harshly, as Darby quickly shut up, nodding.

The strikes were hard, and stung. Darby cried the entire time, he hated it. After Sting decided he had enough, he moved the younger male into a different position so the little was carefully sitting in his lap. Sting rubbed Darby's back gently. "Hey- it's over now, I'm sorry I had to do that but you need to learn you cannot say that ok?" Sting coaxed, as Darby nodded. "Where did you learn that?" Sting asked, and Darby huffed. "Maxwell...he curses a lot. Thought I could say it too..." The skater mumbled. "Hm, I'll have a talk with Wardlow then. Thank you for telling me." Sting smiled, as the younger sniffled. "I'm sorry, I love you daddy..." Darby said quietly.

Sting paused, before replying. "Love you too kid."

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Eddie had just lost a grueling match, and was heart broken by this. He sniffled, running backstage as fast as he could to hide the fact he was bawling, and in deep little space. As he ran into his locker room, he passed by Chyna, who raised an eyebrow in concern and followed him. She knocked on his door, to which the little squeaked, hiding himself as Chyna opened the door, frowning at the fact that Eddie was currently curled up on the floor, rocking back and forth as he sniffled. "Oh buddy, what happened?" Chyna asked, as Eddie huffed. "Is nothin' , Mama..." He mumbled, as Chyna shook her head, sitting in front of Eddie. "I know it's not nothing. Just tell me what happened, otherwise I won't be able to help.." Chyna says, to which Eddie looks up at her, his face red and tear stained. He hiccupped, pouting as he talked. "I lost a match..." He says, and Chyna blinks. "Oh, come on- you know you'll get them next time, ok?" She says to the little, who sighs and nods.

Chyna smiled, ruffling Eddie's already slightly messed up hair, to which the little squealed, giggling. "There's my happy boy..." Chyna coos, pulling Eddie into a hug. Eddie nuzzled against Chyna, sighing happily, now in a much better mood than before. He was thankful for his Mama, and he loved her soooo much! And Chyna felt the same way.

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"And the winner is...Cody Rhodes!" The announcer, well, announced. Cody stood above Dominik's worn out and tired body, as Dom soon felt him self getting smaller and smaller-mentally, that is. He rolled out of the ring, and rushed backstage, leaving Rhea in the dust. Rhea blinked, taking in the situation before she realized what had just happened. She glared at Cody, before quickly following Dominik backstage, where he had gone to the Judgement Day's locker room. He was sobbing, his face bright red as his chest heaved, and Rhea felt her heart shatter. Curse that dumb blonde! Rhea carefully approached Dom, knowing how he gets whenever he's upset like this...

"Dom?" Rhea's soft and gentle voice made Dominik perk up, his eyes puffy and just as red as his face. It didn't take long for Dom to start wailing again, reaching out for Rhea, who happily took him in her arms. She cooed softly, rubbing Dom's back as he sobbed into her chest. It wasn't long for the new Mr. Money In the Bank-Damian-to come in, seeing what had happened to their poor baby boy...

Dominik had calmed down a little bit by then, sucking on a purple and black pacifier as he was cuddling with Rhea. Damian sighed, going over and kneeling down as he gently placed a kiss on Dom's forehead. "You'll get him next time, kid.'' Damian promised. as Dominik nodded slowly, his big, innocent, puppy dog eyes welling up with tears again, but the little one quickly wiped them away, not wanting to cause any more trouble for Rhea and Damian. Damian smiled softly, ruffling Dominik's hair-who squealed softly in protest, lightly pushing Damian's hand away.

Rhea chuckled, watching the two interact. Dom seemed to be a little bit better now, watching a kids show on his iPad. Dominik found himself mildly entertained as he watched the show until he eventually fell asleep, snoring softly as he rested his head on Rhea's lap. Rhea and Damian smiled at the sleeping little, happy that he was able to get over his tough loss quickly-and glad that he was finally able to rest.....

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Maxwell Jacob Friedman was known for being one of the most fussiest, brattiest, and chaotic-ist(?) littles in the AEW locker room. Not even Danhausen would get as rowdy as Max did. And the poor caregiver stuck with him? None other than CM Punk, of course.

It was a struggle, from the times Max woke up little, slipped into the little space, or just overall was being clingy and fussy. But Punk managed to deal with it, in his own, weird kind of way.

Today hadn't been different from any other day, as Max had woken up regressed, and had been dragged along with Punk to the AEW arena, which Max was not all to happy about. He whined the whole ride to the arena, to which Punk assured Max they wouldn't be there long...

"This is boring! I wanna go home to Piper!" Max huffed, as Punk had sat him down on a couch in Punk's locker room. Punk could only sigh, handing Maxwell a stuffed cat that had the similarities to his adored pet cat. Max, however, whined-and pushed the stuffed animal back towards Punk. "That's not the same as her!" Max fussed, causing Punk the groan.

"Well yeah, but you can't just bring Piper everywhere, Maxxy." Punk informed, to which Max whined. "That's no fair! I want Piper!" Max huffed, a pout forming on his lips, to which Punk simply patted the little on the head, informing him that he couldn't have Piper, not just yet, anyways.

This caused Maxwell to squeal, highly upset that he was unable to get his beloved animal with him. Punk couldn't help but roll his eyes, as Maxwell would find anything to fuss over....

"Look Max, you either have faux Piper, or nothing at all." Punk said, a subtle sternness to his voice that made Max whine. Begrudgingly, the little grabbed the stuffed animal, and nuzzled it, making his caregiver smile and pat Max on the head. Max simply huffed, going to complain-but he shut his mouth as he recalled Punk's warning of not having anything at all...and he'd hate that. He simply sighed and continued to nuzzle "Piper"...he'll get used to it someday.