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“Do you have dolls of us?” Punk whips his head around to face Drew, a wide smile on his face, chuckling as he does so. In one hand he has a CM Punk action figure, and he shakes it forward towards Drew's face.
“They're not dolls, Punk.”
“Hey, I didn't mean it in a bad way.” Punk frowns, putting the figure down on the bed. Drew's officially moving in with Punk and AJ -there had been a lot of happy crying when the two brought it up to the scotsman- and they're currently helping pack everything. Most of the house is completely empty save for a few boxes and things of scotch tape, and they're working on Drew's bedroom right now. The taller man was in the process of fighting for his life trying to fold some fitted sheets when he heard Punk's gasp, and turned to see him holding the box of action figures.
“Oh! You have more than one!” Punk's back to rummaging through the box, and he pulls out two more figures that look just like him. “I knew you were obsessed with me.”
Drew rolls his eyes and scoffs, Punk sticking his tongue out at him at the action. He tosses one of the figures back into the box, and Drew winces at the rough treatment.
“Sorry big guy, I'll treat your dolls nicely from now on.”
Drew just huffs and flips him off, going back to his fight with the dreaded fitted sheets.
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Punk and AJ are out for a bit, they're on a date, they won't be home for a while. This is what Drew keeps repeating to himself as he digs his box of action figures out of the closet he had hid them in when he moved in. He gets this craving sometimes, where all he wants to do is sit on the floor and play with his toys- with his action figures. Like the adult man that he totally is. He drags the cardboard box to the living room, laughing when Larry tries to bite the edge of the box, whining when Drew pulls it out of his reach. Drew chuckles and runs a hand through his fur, grabbing out some of the toy- action figures.
He has quite a collection, a lot of the older, classic wrestlers, but his favorite is one he'll never admit. It's the one of Punk in his pink trunks. He had bought it the moment it came out, shoving it in the box with the others out of shame, and then forgetting about it completely. He found it again a few months after that, and played around for a bit, until he started giggling too much at it and he had put it away before that weird feeling in his head could increase. He sorts through the box until he finds one of AJ, and he gently places her down next to the box, smiling when he has her set up just right. He moves to sit criss crossed, picking up the Punk figure, making him waddle across the floor in front of him. He doesn't know how long he sits there, just that his hips are starting to hurt just a little, but he's having fun. The funny feeling is back again, like everything’s suddenly just a big different compared to him, but he doesn't care.
He's currently in the middle of a very dramatic storytelling of a knight saving the princess from a dragon, added mouth sound effects and all. He has the Punk figure leaning up against Larry, who's acting as the -currently sleeping- dragon, Punk as the princess. He's gently using the AJ figure to pet at Larry's head, pretending that she's slaying the evil dragon. He's giggling, smile wide on his face as Larry occasionally grumbles at him until he pets him. He's so invested in his playing that he doesn't even notice that the door is being unlocked, and then Punk and Aj walk in. He only notices when Larry yips excitedly and jumps up, knocking over the Punk figure. He whirls around, one hand still clutching onto the Aj, and stares at them in shock. None of them say anything at first, and Drew can feel a deep sense of shame start to twist in his gut, and it only makes the feeling in his head worse. Punk clears his throat and sits down next to Drew, very slowly lowering himself to his knees, before he starts to talk.
“Watchya doing there bud?”
Drew flushes and turns his head the other way, refusing to look him in the eyes. He mumbles something, not actually words, and fiddles with the Aj still in his hand.
“You playing with your toys, baby?” Aj's voice comes from the other side of him, and it's soft, not judging in any way. He can tell they're being careful with him though, and his cheeks burn at the thought. He's staring a hole into the floor in front of him, and he shakes his head.
“‘M sorry.” He moves to drop the Punk back into the box, but the actual Punk stops him, placing his hand on Drew's wrist.
“Oh don't apologize, you looked like you were having fun.”
Drew doesn't respond, biting his bottom lip a few times, before he hums and nods his head slightly. “Mhm, I was.”
“Well,” Aj's voice is closer, and she's almost leaning on him now. “Can you tell us the story?”
Drew is silent again, and the other two don't say anything, letting him have all the time he needs to collect himself.
“The uh, the evil dragon,” he points at Larry, who is leaning his head on Punk’s knee, enjoying some head scritches, looking like the exact opposite of an evil dragon. “Had stolen Princess Punk. So Aj comes and saves him!”
His voice is a bit mumbled at first, but he's very excited by the end of it, happily showing off the ways the Aj figure can beat the dragon, as in he's very lightly poking Larry with the outstretched arm of the figure, soft smile on his face. Punk gasps, putting a hand to his chest in mock shock. “I'm the princess?”
Aj chuckles and leans over Drew to kiss his cheek, smiling. She brings an arm up to flex, laughing as she does so. “Of course you are. I'm a big and strong knight. Isn't that right, baby?”
“Mhm, mam is super strong!” He hesitates on the first word, clearly waiting for a bad reaction, but Aj just leans against his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as she kisses the side of his head. Punk smiles softly at the scene, and laughs too.
“Stronger than me?” Punk frowns, putting on his best puppy eyes.
“Obviously.” Drew answers with a straight face and Punk can't stop the laugh that comes out, and a smile forms on Drew's face.
“Well, Mam knight loves you very much.” Aj gently takes the figure out of his hand and starts to press its face against Drew's face, making a soft kissy sound everytime it makes contact. Drew giggles, face flushing as he avoids eye contact. Punk picks up the figure of him on the floor and waves it in front of Drew's face to get his attention.
“Princess Punk loves you more.”
“It's not a competition babe!”
“Yes it is, I win!”
“No it's not! But if it was, I would win!”
Drew giggles again at the two play fighting next to him, and notices that the feeling of shame has gone away, instead replaced by the warmth of how much love he feels for these two. He starts to ruffle through the box, looking if he still has one of him so he can play too, a smile wide across his face.