#(I was tired of the bright orange lmao)
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In The Moonlight
Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader
Lowkey wrote this for @niermortem bc the Astarion hyperfixation goes hard
I've never written for Astarion before and I'm still not 100% comfortable with his speech patterns and stuff but I had to write this or I would not be able to sleep tonight. Tbh y'all are lucky he even spoke at all. I was going to have Tav shush him lmao
Warnings: Cazador, mentions of past abuse, mentions of biting, vague implications of sex, like one swear
Word Count: 1,110
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He’s so beautiful, just like this. The moon reaches through the window and caresses his hair, turning already-bright white into pure starlight. His pale skin glows. And when the sun rises and casts beams of yellow-orange over him, it’s almost as if blood flows through him once more.
You cannot sleep. Despite how tired your body was, your mind couldn’t sit still. It pondered over the day’s events - if you made the right choices, what you could have done better, your companions - endlessly spiraling out of sleep’s embrace. And you would still have been going over these questions and concerns, if Astarion did not look so damn pretty.
He fell asleep a while ago. With a gentle kiss to your cheek and a whisper of thanks, he’d tucked one arm under his head and draped the other across your waist, and drifted off. A hint of a smile still lingered there. Creases by his mouth and eyes proving a simple joy that followed him into his dreams.
It felt wrong to watch him like this. Like studying how his curls fell across his forehead and the flicker of his eyes behind his eyelids was in some way betraying his trust. The thought alone - of ruining this beautiful foundation of trust and patience and understanding - should have been enough to have you close your eyes or turn away. And yet, something inside you yearned for more. An ache in your chest that urged you to touch him, to be closer to him.
And the urge was stronger than your perceived guilt.
Slowly, you raised a hand to his face. At first, all you did was brush the curl from his forehead. The stubborn thing only bounced right back.
Your eyes trailed from his hair to his eyebrows. So often did a crease find its way between them, pinched in frustration or confusion. Your hand followed. With the barest brush of your thumb, you smoothed out the imaginary crease. Astarion breathed in deeply - causing you to hold your own - before sighing softly. His face relaxed even more, shoulders easing into the pillows that cushioned him.
You focused next on his eyes. Deep, bloody red irises hidden behind thin lids that held so much worry and uncertainty and joy and hope. Hope. It had taken so long for the vampire to actually be optimistic about the future. He had no idea what would happen next - between Cazador and the tadpoles, there was little to be optimistic about. When you helped him, despite his original plans to manipulate and use you, he realized things did not always have such awful outcomes. Even your first encounter, with his blade to your throat, had somehow brought you here, together and warm and safe.
Despite being an elf, he had such deep bags beneath his eyes. Even the crows feet and laugh lines that appeared with his smile were unusual. He’d told you sparingly about his life under Cazador. The things he fed on, the poem carved into his back, and the horrible things he did. Undoubtedly, the lines came from that time. Barely eating enough to survive, luring people in with his charms for an uncaring master, being tortured in the dark. Yet, you couldn’t imagine Astarion without them. He was so pretty when he smiled.
You move on to his nose and his cheeks. His features are all well defined, sharp. It makes him seem dangerous, even at a first glance. Like a snake, hiding fangs behind shimmering scales.
Beckoned by the analogy, your eyes flicker to his lips. They’re so soft, despite the way he chews his bottom lip. Where before his kisses were rough, demanding, now they’re slow, careful. He no longer kisses you like he has to woo you over and get you to play his game. He kisses you like he’s savoring the last drop of wine. Even his bites are gentler, pricking your neck as carefully as he can unless you ask him nicely to be rougher.
“Too distracted to sleep, are we?”
His voice makes you jolt. You weren’t expecting his lips to move so suddenly. Nor did you realize before how your hand cupped his jaw and your thumb stroked his cheek. You can feel his smile as he chuckles.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, my dear,” he coos. “But don’t you think it’s a bit late to be admiring my features?”
You take a moment to compose yourself, urging your heart to still from the scare. Damn you for thinking so much about his mouth. Astarion is nice enough to wait and listen as you relax once more, though you continue to trace over his skin and brush the curls in front of his ears back.
“I couldn’t sleep. And you look so beautiful in the moonlight.”
He slips his arm from underneath his head as he turns into your hand, holding your wrist in place as he kisses your palm. “I appreciate it, my love. But it’s been a long and exhausting day, and we both need our beauty rest.”
Red eyes watch, half-lidded, as you smile - he loves it just as much as you love his. Before, he couldn’t care less. Now, oh the things he would do to see you happy every waking moment of the rest of your lives.
The blankets shift against each other as you move to be closer. You tuck yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his neck. You are so warm. He lets out a soft breath as he curls around you, protective and safe all at once. Slender fingers tangle carefully into the hair at the nape of your neck, keeping your head tucked away under his chin.
For so long, he charmed and manipulated people. They touched and got close to him, in ways he quickly detached himself from. For so long. It was still difficult to fathom how he sought it out with you. How he did not go through the motions of physical intimacy, how he actually wanted to be physically intimate in more ways than just sexually. How long he’d been deprived of something genuine like this. He wanted to savor every gods-forsaken minute of it.
Your warm breath fanned across his neck as you spoke. Had he been able to, it would have sent a chill down his spine.
“I love you.”
His fingers curl into your waist, grounding himself into your body as your skin gives under his fingertips. In return, you squeeze him in your hold, solidifying even more that this is real. You are real.
“I love you, too, darling.”
#fanfic#fanfiction#astarion#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate astarion#baldurs gate astarion#bg3#bg3 astarion#fluff#touch starved#literal sleeping together#possibly ooc#pov second person#second person pov#drabble#gn reader#gender neutral reader
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it is i...🏍️ anon...finally online when your inbox is open lmao. ty for the love on the motorcycle ask!
lately i've been thinking about being in a fight w jason and you're both ignoring each other all day but he still pulls you close the second you're both in bed bc he just instinctively has to hold you and ask if you're warm enough and tell you he loves you even if he's grumpy about it and refuses to say anything else
also thinking about makeup sex
(p.s. my crazy orange cat says hello, he's not quite gus but i think there's a spiritual connection)
Omg tell knockoff Gus I said hi
also omg YES ur back and with amazing asks as always <3
The fight started bright and early that morning. Jason was in a bad mood and said something dumb so you went defensive and said something insensitive. It was the same song and dance that had happened a thousand times.
Jason blew off steam during patrol and it was nearing 3 am. When you talked, you fought, so you remained silent. Brooding. Maybe you spent too much time around the bats.
You sigh as Jason takes his shirt off before bed. You aren't really mad at him, you're just annoyed. And stubborn. This "fight" would have been long over if you both weren't the most stubborn individuals on the planet. In your defense, he started it.
He lays down in the bed and closes his eyes. You figure that's that. You'll just go to sleep and see how you feel in the morning.
The second your weight is shifted onto the bed, Jason has you wrapped up in his arms. Night routine is still on then. The only difference is that he doesn’t look at you.
A slight shiver runs down your spine at the cold sheets. "Are you warm enough or do you want me to turn up the temperature?" His voice is gruff and lacks the usual softness, but the word themselves still warm your still salty heart. Even when you're fighting, he still cares for your comfort.
"'S fine." Your voice is tired and slightly clipped but the way you hugged his arms closer to you betrayed your care.
Usually he'd make you face him so he could kiss your forehead, but tonight he places the kiss to the crown of your head.
"Love you," he grumbles, eyes still closed.
"Love you too." You don’t think either of you would be able to sleep if the words were left unsaid.
He hums in acknowledgement and gently runs his fingers up and down wherever he can reach until you both pass out.
Tomorrow, he'll make you breakfast in bed and it'll be like the fight never happened. Tomorrow, he'll look you in the eyes and tell you he loves you. Tomorrow, he'll look you in the eyes as he undoes you.
But, for now, you'll smack him when he shifts to get more comfortable, just to be petty.
#saph’s love letters#jason todd#jason todd x reader#saph’s thots#red hood#jason todd imagine#red hood x reader#jason todd x you#red hood imagine#red hood x you#🏍️ anon
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i see fox childe and all thoughts in my head is breeding lmao,,,
- poor old u stuck and lost in some random forest after a camping trip, the sun setting and forest turning dark
- despite that, they hear a small whimper,,, look at that, a tiny fox injured its leg!
- the fox is hesitant at first and wary but a tiny piece of food u had on u and some clean rags wrapped around its tiny paw earned its trust
- the orange critter with bright blue eyes looked at u with a,,, smirk? nah, probably just ur eyes playing tricks on u but anyway, u pet it and,,, it bites u!!!
- u bring ur hand back and u notice that a glowing symbol engulfs ur hand where it bit it. Ur more worried about rabies though and u glare at it smiling cheekily at u
- still, u really need to either find ur way back or find a good place to spend the night at least. the fox doesn't care much about what u thought and nips ur shoe, trying to drag u into the direction it wants.
- honestly, u dont know what got into u but u decided to follow it as it yelps happily. it led u to a cozy spot, the leaves surrounding what seem to be a,,, nest? anyway its cozy, somewhat warm, and protects u from possible outside danger with its secluded and hidden location.
- tired, u decided to rest, praying that the weird bite marking isn't going to bite u back in the ass (pun intended)
- the next day, or actually more accurately, next few hours, u wake up feeling ur cunt being abused and on the verge of an orgasm
"good morning, my lovely mate~" an unfamiliar voice stirs u further as u are edged towards ur untimely climax. another thrust into ur wet hole and u are gone, as a bulbous knot stretches and plugs in the virile cum threatening to ooze out of u.
an orange haired man with familiar blue eyes smiled adoring at ur confused face as ur eyes settled on top of his head.
fox ears.
the glowing mark where the fox bit u throbbed with pleasure as it made u whimper.
"im glad such a nice, pretty human agreed to bear my kits." his hand grabbed ur own, the one with the bite, and angled it towards his grinning face as his free hand patted the bulge in ur tummy from his speared dick and cum nestling in it.
"i wonder what would our children look like, hmm"
i always feel brief guilt for everyone else in my asks because i will ALWAYS RESPOND TO YOURS AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!! YUM YUM DELICIOUS YUM!! he’s a manipulative little guy so desperate to empty his balls :(( he’s never gotten to have a mate before, let alone one so cute… not his fault he’s so desperate!! anyways… more btc as per usual U^ェ^U
contains: fem/afab reader, implied chubby reader, knotting, slight cumflation, foxboy childeeee <3
darkness was gradually enveloping the forest surrounding you. you hadn’t intended to be out so late but with distractions coming from every turn and your poor sense of direction it had quickly become dusk. there was lush fauna all around you which would’ve been beautiful had the circumstances been different. all of the landscape and paths were virtually indistinguishable from each other. you tried your very best not to panic but being trapped here overnight and out in the open was certainly not on your bucket list. the most disconcerting part, however, was the incredible lack of animals in the area you had entered. you hadn’t seen a rabbit or a mouse or anything larger for quite some time and began wondering if maybe there was something else you should be worrying about. getting mauled to death by a bear didn’t sound like a good way to go. regardless, you carried on walking and trying to find an out.
the brush against your calves was rather harsh so suddenly feeling something soft and warm was alarming. stumbling back you tripped on the thick root of a tree and fell over. briefly you thought perhaps this was your end but the small yip you heard alerted you the perhaps it wasn’t. your eyes finally focussed on the fluffy orange fox coming to your side. the small thing began sniffing you all over and seemingly inspecting the slight scratches on your legs from all of the sharp sticks you had passed through and now fallen onto. it gave small licks to the areas that were bleeding. it was… endearing. when it finally made eye contact with you, you were slightly taken aback by its bright blue eyes. you’d only ever seen foxes with brown or slightly green ones before so the ocean coloured ones in front of you were unusual. ideally you would’ve liked to inspect them slightly further but the growing darkness came back to your mind. as quickly as it appeared your worry was gone. the little thing seemed to have a rather bad cut on its foot. slowly you reached out a hand. it seemed unsure but let you look at it nonetheless. you pulled out the water bottle from your bag and gently rinsed the skin and fur before wrapping it in a small piece of bandage and securing it with a small knot. the cute thing let out a pleased yip at your kindness. you couldn’t help but smile. next, you fed it a small piece of ham from the sandwich you never finished. the fox eagerly ate it up from the palm of your hand. it did a couple little circles around you wagging its tale happily. perhaps it thought of you as a friend. the soft fur was begging to be pet and so you did. it felt far silkier than you had expected. usually animals like this would have rather harsh fur to the touch since they were out in the wild but this fox was so soft. unusually soft. but it seemed so pleased with the attention that you didn’t bother to think further about it. you pet it’s small head with the back of your hand but when you pulled away it nipped at your skin. letting out a gasp, you pulled your hand towards you. the fox seemed to feel bad based on the whimpers it let out and the nuzzles it began to press all over you. your hand was… not injured? but a strange mark was left behind. one would think the combination of strange interactions would cause you to flee but for some reason you felt trusting of the little fox. you felt bizarrely safe with it by your side. standing up and stretching out finally, the fox began tugging at your shoe indicating it wanted you to follow. based on the sweet events you had just experienced and the reality that you wouldn’t find your way out of the forest before dark, you followed.
weaving through trees and bushes the fox looked behind at you every couple steps to ensure you were still following and hadn’t gotten left behind or ran away. its diligence was sweet and would've had you stopping to pet it further if it wasn't nearly pitch black out. the fox had you follow it up to the mouth of a cave. the cave had tall bushes of flowers covering the entrance that you had to push aside to slide through but once inside you felt the safest you had all day.
the floor, walls, and ceiling of the cave had not even the slightest trace of dust or cobwebs. it was ridiculously clean. on the far back wall there was a slight divot in the ground that housed a large pile of soft and clean pelts and blankets. the aches in your bones nearly disappeared from the sight alone. the was another divot closer to the caves opening that looked to have the remnants of a... fire in it? as if something capable of starting one had been here not long ago. perhaps this cave was inhabited by another lost wanderer recently, you pondered. that would make sense as to why the little fox was so comfortable with your presence. perhaps all humans were friendly towards it. regardless, the happy yips it let out and the further tugs to your shoe had you stumbling willingly towards and into the cozy pile in front of you. it felt more comfortable than any bed you'd slept on before. it certainly didn't take long for the exhaustion to overwhelm your body and for you to fall asleep amongst the comfortable nest-like situation.
after what felt like only minutes of a dreamless sleep you were awoken by your own body. shivers were running down your arched spine and a gasp left your lips in response. a slight purr came from above you. it took a couple moments for your eyes to focus through your pants and whimpers but when they finally did you took in the sight above you. a rather lithe and handsome man. his body was painted in scars and freckles with a light flush covering his face. the bone structure of his body was firm and beautiful. fluffy auburn locks were strewn in every direction as his body moved with the pushing and pulling motions. and his eyes were the brightest blue that reminded you of a certain little... fox? that was nowhere to be seen. your eyes were drawn to the pair of ears on top of his head. 'oh. oh,' passed through your hazy mind. the man above you desperately pounding away at your cunt was the little fox that had bit your hand and brought you here. seeming to pick up on your realization, he grinned showing off the sharp fangs at the front of his mouth. he was undeniably handsome. your hand pulsed slightly and the mark seemed to glow under the lack of lighting. the moonlight barely seeping through the bushes painted the scene before you with cool blues and silvers that contrasted the bright cerulean glimmer from your hand. with one hand moving to grab your own the foxboy in front of you aimed a particularly hard thrust breaching the opening of your womb pleasantly. on any other occasion this would've been rather painful but this fox seemed to know your body better than you. a particularly loud gasp and moan left your throat as your eyes rolled back. the orgasm that washed over you was like nothing you'd ever felt before. your back was arched to the heavens and your legs squeezed tightly around the man between them. he leaned down to nuzzle his head between your breasts with a purr.
"oh dear, little mate. i'm about to fill you up. please bear with me, it might hurt and i'm sorry for that but," his sentence was broken with a whine, "but i need to breed you full. gotta make sure your tummys gonna be round with my kits, 'kay? promise it'll feel good after it stops hurting. can tell you've never had a knot in this pussy before 'n i'm happy to be your first. 've never knotted anything before let alone someone, a mate, this cute." his mumbles were broken sentences leaking with desperation more than anything. "gonna stuff your womb, 'kay? you'll be so pretty full of our kits..." he trailed off as his knot and need grew to their peak. a hard and forceful thrust had his knot pushing into you with a soft 'pop' right before he began to empty his heavy balls full of potent seed into you. the sting from such a stretch only lasted a moment before the feeling of such massive amounts of warm seed filling you had you coming undone for the second time that night. your cunt was squeezing around him so tightly his hips were jerking slightly from such pleasant stimulation. the fox was panting into your neck while biting and sucking marks all over your previously pristine flesh. he planted gentle and loving kisses over all the marks he left while squeezing the hand he was still holding softly. purrs vibrated through you as he continued to nuzzle happily into you. after what felt like hours of coming back to your senses he pulled himself upright, knot still tightly situated in you. the movement had you whimpering slightly which was met with soft apologies from the fox.
"what... is your name?" the words slid out of your mouth before you realized it. promptly, you introduced yourself through slurred words as the man petted at your skull gently as if coaxing the speech out of your sticky mouth.
"my name? Ajax. yours is... beautiful. i'm sure together we'll be able to come up with ones just as perfect for our kits," he punctuated his point with a rub on your belly which was bloated with his cum and dick. "you'll be a perfect momma, i just know it. 'm so happy to finally have a mate... i've been waiting so long for the right one and now i have you." his smile was soft.
"i do wonder, though, what my first rut will be like with you? we'll just have to see... you did so good tonight but i'll have to fill you even more then. i suppose some training is in order, no?" <3
#cw: knotting#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x you#foxboy childe#chubby reader#fem reader
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What are some fics that you think are must reads for kaeya fans?
TEEHEE okay i think i have rec'd most of these before when i was asked for fic recs some time ago but its ok. here are the most kaeya fics ever in my opinion !
clouds in a lake by VelleRue
“Pot of butter,” Kaeya mumbles beneath his breath, eyes roving over the words. Alone, the words wouldn’t be very special. The shapes and sounds don’t scare him as much anymore, not like they did when he was new and wore shoes with torn soles and only knew how to say, My father told me he was going to buy grape juice.
Together though, they sound like the orange-yellow light of the oil lamp flickering in the corner. They sound like sticky fingers and bread rolls. Like a dinner table of three.
Cake and a pot of butter.
this one is so bittersweet and melancholic and i love all the headcanons in it and the way it's written oughhh it's a great read!! short but really good
stubborn roots by alexithymias
Kaeya’s plan to end his life is interrupted when Rosaria asks him to take care of a plant for a few days.
this one is heavier so definitely pay attention to the tags but, oh my god. this rewired my brain SO violently. i adore the concept and the characterization is really on point. it is so painful in all the good ways i like stories to be painful. i really recommend it!!
I'm gonna miss your love when it's gone by imaginarypasta
A selection of scenes from Kaeya's childhood related to his relationships with his fathers, and all they have led him to be.
im pretty sure ive rec'd this before but this is like, one of my favorite portrayals of kaeya and his bio father ever. its just so good. so delightfully sad. a breath of fresh air from the common headcanon that his father was an evil asshole. the kaeya & crepus bits are also really good and i like the author's hcs about khaenri'ah/the abyss SO much
not bad for a walk on death's doorstep by b_attery
Fear is a knife’s edge. Fear is a killer. Fear is how you know you’re still alive.
Kaeya Alberich, not yet Ragnvindr, knew how to fear before he knew how to talk. As the heir to the regency of a dead kingdom, a spy-in-training to be sent to the surface world, as the last hope of Khaenri’ah – there were many things to fear.
And later, as the Cavalry Captain of Mondstadt and a traitor no matter what he chose, Kaeya Alberich ex-Ragnvindr knew that as long as he lived, he would be afraid.
i have definitely rec'd this one before. but i just really love it!!! my comment on the bookmark says "literally the best kaeya character study i have ever read" and yeah that still holds up. shaped a lot of my kaeya hcs. i love this author
Hundred-Watt Light by pepperjuice
The first time the thought occurs to Kaeya he is eleven years old.
Well, that’s not exactly true.
It had been twisting in the back of his head for a long time, already. Formless and unspoken, an ever-present awareness, a whisper.
But the first time it rings in his head, put in words, bright and shiny and just behind his eyes—
He is eleven.
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A story about ten years of contingency plans and holding your own hand.
(Because how else are you supposed to live with a weight too big to hold all alone?)
OH I MUST HAVE REC'D THIS LIKE THREE TIMES BUT THIS IS REALLY A MUST READ. first of all heed the tags because it touches quite heavy topics! but this entire concept is SO interesting to be explored in kaeya's character and this author does it SO well..... this is one of my favorite fics, like, ever, lmao. absolute kaeya must read To Me
Lamellae by scripturient
A slowish movement in a discordant key, wherein Kaeya has bitten off rather more than he can chew and needs significant help; meanwhile, malady exposes buried memory and dread. A limited plot from a limited point of view which dabbles in themes of pain, trust, angst, conflict, and betrayal. Not quite a character study.
the writing style in this one is SO cool, i love it! non-linear narratives are my thing, i never get tired of it. and the whump in this is so good.. i like whump fanfiction, lol. the combination of characters in this is really fun as well, though everything is told from kaeya's very disoriented point of view. anyway, amazing exploration of his character!! the next work in this series, The thaw that comes in springtime (plus the next next work!), is also really good and i loved it, particularly the ragbros bit lol. another must read!
undertow / oversight by MercuryPoisoning
In which Kaeya gets by with a little help from his friends.
another one i feel ive rec'd before, but i love it. really good characterization!! especially his relationship with diluc!!! really good read. i love this author's stuff a lot lol. (bonus by the same author, and another one i consider a must-read even though it's still in progress and also way heavier than most of the previous recs: sleeping marble lion! i really like the writing style and the concept!!! pay attention to the tags but trust me it's a delightfully gut wrenching one<3)
whew. i think i have a few more i could have added here. i just went through my bookmarks lol i have read a decent amount of kaeya fanfiction. hope these are to your liking!!! fic rec'ing is one of my favorite activities
#was on the verge of linking my ao3 bookmarks but. i use that account since 2018.#the great hamilton incident of 2019......#among other things.#BUT YEAH BEEN TYPING THIS FOR OVER AN HOUR AND ITS WAY PAST MY BEDTIME. ENJOY!#askpilled#fic recs#kaeyaposting#kaeya alberich#kaeya#if tjere are any mistakes on this post i didnt notice it sorry. its nearly 1 in the morning
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If I were to make another Beads (also known as Chandelier) quilt, what should my colour scheme be? (You can see samples of the pattern if you check my “beads by jordan fabrics” tag)
I do wanna make another one, but I am tired of picking colours lmao
You can add pastels, brights, or darks in comments or notes if you want.
If there is a tie, I will incorporate both 😁
(am i trying to use up some of my stash?
yes.
do i have all these options in the right amounts in my stash?
…. of course i do.)
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kip tries to text penelope about his crush on oc, but he accidentally texts oc instead and now oc knows exactly what kip likes about him
~3k words
orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)
i dont have the brains to edit this rn but i wanna post something since i finished this and its been a hot second so. i might come back to edit this a tad later but for now it is what it is
apart from that the only warning is that kip says fuck twice in text messages so. theres that lol
just something cute and fluffy for a change yay. because kip is an idiot and i think its adorable. the prompt basically says it all lmao
on ao3
@stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat
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Laying in the hotel bed, Kip was barely awake, but sleep just refused to claim him. He had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours now, honestly annoying him to no end. Kip could feel his eyelids very heavy over his eyes, his whole body was tired and ready to fall asleep, but something was keeping him up tonight.
Tonight. Just like almost every night. Maybe that’s why he was so annoyed by it, because it was such a recurring thing. The thoughts kept coming back to him time and time again, night after night, every time he was almost asleep he could see a vision of the blond flash before his eyes, almost startling him back to the side of consciousness.
When Kip promised to both himself and Orange Cassidy that he would not rest until he got that International title belt in his grabby little British hands, he didn’t mean it as literally as his whole body and mind was obviously taking the statement.
With a sigh Kip rolled to his side, barely opening his eyes as his lazy hand reached for his phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen as it lit up with a push of a button, revealing the time to him. It had been an hour since he had gone to bed, which was still a lot longer than he had been hoping for. Kip inhaled deeply, dropping the phone from his hand next to his pillow, trying to close his eyes again for at least a moment of sleep, no matter how restless.
Soon enough the darkness behind his eyelids were occupied with the events of tonight instead. Kip had been backstage, just watching the show tonight, witnessing once again Cassidy successfully defending the title against an opponent that Tony Khan had seemingly pulled out of a bag filled with random names. Kip had to wonder though if his name was in that bag as well and he was just unlucky enough to never get called up into action against the champion, but at the same time he didn’t mind.
He enjoyed watching the champion. Observing him. His every move, every hand brushing through that hair, the intensity in his bright eyes as he focused on overcoming the increasingly difficult obstacles in his opponents. Every land of the Orange Punch, every pin he made, every victory celebration after another. Week in and week out, Kip liked watching him succeed.
…Of course, for his own personal gain only, that was obviously the only reason. There were no other thoughts going on in his head, he never reflected the rare smile on the champion's face with his own, Kip never wished that he could go up to him after a successful match to congratulate him, to hold… No, shake his hand, to tell him that Cassidy did a good job.
…That Kip wanted him to do more than just that, as he had already done a very good job against him.
No, Kip would never do such things. Never.
He groaned, still annoyed as now he definitely couldn’t shake Cassidy from his mind. Kip might have had a better chance of winning this war in his head if he just admitted to what he wanted, but at the same time he just couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. He had managed to mask it behind just wanting to get his hands on the title so far, and that had been working in his favor, more or less – at least in the sense that nobody questioned him about why he kept haunting Cassidy so mercilessly, when he was back in the back of the line for another title shot. Kip could just claim he wasn’t planning on giving up so easily, and people would buy it, and that would be it.
Well, in a sense it was true. He wasn’t giving up, or at least his mind wasn’t, but it wasn’t about the title anymore.
It was only about the champion himself.
Rolling on his back, Kip forced his eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling. Sleep obviously wasn’t coming to him, so in the dark his hand patted for his phone, picking it up, scrolling up his contact list. As soon as he spotted Penelope’s name he clicked the messaging button, beginning to type.
‘I can’t sleep. Wyd?’
Kip stared at the three little dots very quickly forming on the screen, signaling for her typing. Soon a message popped up on the screen, much to Kip’s delight. At least he hopefully wasn’t going to have to deal with these thoughts alone tonight.
‘Nothing much. Was just gonna crash.’
As Kip stopped to ponder how he was going to present his thoughts to her, another message popped up.
‘This isn’t a booty call, is it?’
He chuckled, shaking his head a little, beginning to type.
‘No, I just wanted to talk.’
Kip stopped again, quickly typing again before Penelope had a chance to respond yet.
‘I can’t stop thinking about Clementine. I feel like I’m losing my mind.’
Maybe a bit over the top, but Kip was known for his flare for the dramatics, and they had talked about this with Penelope before, his… Supposed crush, as she liked to refer it to as, on Cassidy, so the wording felt appropriate to him. After all, it was keeping him up at night, multiple nights a week at this point, putting him in a state that he wasn’t quite sure what he was going through.
As Penelope took a while to start responding, Kip began to type again. He was hoping she was just giving him space to talk as she didn’t outright tell him no or that this wasn’t an appropriate time for this conversation, as she was usually very straight forward when it came to that kind of stuff.
‘Every time I see him I can’t stop looking at him. I want him to stare at me with those intense eyes of his again, but not as opponents in the ring, but as something more. I want him to run his hand through my hair like he does his own. Fuck I want those hands on me just in general. I can’t stop thinking about the things he would be so good at doing with them. It fucking keeps me up at night like… I think I’m going insane. He makes me go insane.’
He almost regretted the paragraph of text right after hitting send, but as the mark of it being read appeared on his screen, Kip had no place for such feelings in him anymore. He read the lines over a couple of times while waiting for Penelope to process everything and to reply back to him, nodding his head along his own words in approval. Those were the things he had been thinking about tonight, all of those about Orange Cassidy, and then some Kip wasn’t quite sure he should just pour onto her without any warning. This was already a lot, though Penelope did know quite many of them already, but still. He had to draw the line somewhere and keep the rest of his thoughts private in his own mind, where he could just as easily imagine Cassidy doing all the things he wanted him to do when Kip closed his eyes.
Kip was almost startled out of his thoughts as his phone suddenly pinged, signaling Penelope finally responding back to him. Kip’s eyes narrowed a little at the message as he read it, Penelope asking if he wanted to talk face to face about it, and asked for his room number. Maybe he had revealed a little bit too much this time, but at least Penelope wasn’t telling him to shut up and just go to sleep.
He quickly texted her back the room number, watching Penelope send back a thumbs up emoji. Kip dropped the phone from his hand, reaching with it for the light switch for the lamp next to the bed, shielding his eyes with his free hand as he managed to turn it on. Pushing himself up from the bed, Kip double checked that at least the shorts he had chosen to wear were decent before picking up the hoodie he had worn earlier in the day and just thrown over the back of the chair, quickly pulling it over his exposed upper body. He didn’t need to dress fancy or perfectly for just Penelope, but some decency was in order at least.
Kip brushed his hand through his hair a few times, trying to get rid of the possible bedhead he had managed to gather while tossing and turning in bed, walking into the bathroom to make sure in the mirror that he looked decent. As the lights flickered on in the room, he winced a little at his reflection; Kip was very well aware he was dead tired, but for some reason he hadn’t expected that to reflect on the way he looked on the outside. He had gotten rather good at cleaning the makeup after shows now so the dark circles were definitely not smudged eyeliner anymore.
With a sigh he quickly ran the faucet, splashing his face a few times with cold water in hopes of looking a bit more alive. In his head Kip quietly cursed that dastardly Orange Cassidy, keeping him awake at night like this, making him sleep deprived and looking like hell against his own will. Without being there in person doing that to him himself. What a coward.
Kip jumped a little at the sudden knock on his door, peeking his head out of the bathroom as if to confirm that he had heard the noise correctly. It repeated after a short while, Kip turning off the lights before exiting the bathroom, making his way to the door. He flipped the lock open and pressed the handle down, pushing the door open.
And getting face to face with Cassidy standing in his doorway.
Kip stared at him for a moment, the blond looking back at him equally silently, observing him from behind the sunglasses. Kip didn’t even think it was odd that he was wearing them inside at the dead hours of the night; as far as he was concerned, Cassidy probably even slept with them on. The only time they came off was inside the ring.
“So, uh,” Cassidy was the first one to break the silence, Kip just blinking blankly back at him. “Can I come in or…?”
Kip’s mind was reeling, but his tired body was working wonders for him, his feet shuffling him away from the doorway to allow the blond entrance into his hotel room. Kip knew rationally that he was waiting for Penelope, but at the same time, Cassidy was here now. Maybe Penelope had ran into him on her way, just deciding to send Cassidy his way instead to help solve this dilemma that Kip was clearly having. Maybe this had been her plan all along, the moment she asked for his room number, Penelope was just planning on giving it to Cassidy to send him over. Or --
Kip suddenly drifted back from his thoughts as he felt a presence very close to him, blinking his eyes to bring himself back to reality as Kip registered that Cassidy had stepped right up to him, standing directly in front of him. Kip froze up, not being sure what to expect from him, as Cassidy carefully untangled his hand from the door handle, proceeding to push the door shut again before his eyes slowly dragged back to Kip, the Brit feeling his face heating up against his will as he watched Cassidy pull the sunglasses from his face, with almost scary precision throwing them onto the bed across the room with just a flick of his wrist.
“So what was the other thing you wanted?” Cassidy asked as his eyes locked onto Kip’s, the Brit just staring wide eyed back at him, feeling his heartbeat rising, the pounding ringing in his ears. This was way too close to the message he had sent to Penelope, had she ratted him out to the man himself?
Kip opened his mouth, but closed it again, being both aware of what he was supposed to answer but also not being sure if he should say anything. Cassidy just looked at him, without breaking eye contact fishing his phone from his pocket, only briefly looking away from Kip to check something on the screen, a soft smile tucking the corner of the blond’s lips.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered to himself, nodding a little as he put the phone away again. Kip could barely breathe for a moment before Cassidy established eye contact again, locking Kip back in place with that mesmerizing look – the Brit just barely avoiding the hand that Cassidy extended his way, breaking Kip out of his spell as he stumbled a few steps back.
“Wha-what are you doing? Why are you here? What do you want?”
Cassidy looked at him, slowly lowering his hand down, stuffing them into his jeans pockets. Kip’s eyes unintentionally followed his hands now that there was some distance between the two of them, him swallowing thickly as he noticed the waistband of Cassidy’s boxers under the jeans showing. It wasn’t unusual for him, but at the same time this wasn’t the kind of a moment Kip wanted to be caught observing his underwear.
“Wasn’t this what you wanted? You said you wanted to talk, among all those other things. Right?”
Kip looked at him for a moment, his eyes slowly drifting away from him towards the phone still sitting in his bed. So Penelope had ratted him out actually, probably forwarding all the messages to Cassidy to put Kip in this position where he finally had to deal with all of this himself.
“So I’m here to… I don’t know,” Cassidy shrugged, his eyes following Kip’s towards the bed, the Brit’s face flaring up an even brighter color of red as he saw from the corner of his eye Cassidy observing the bed as well. Kip didn’t need to think any further to figure out what Cassidy was thinking. “Talk. Or do the stuff. Or whatever.”
Kip didn’t reply to him, instead he quickly moved over to the bed, grabbing his phone into his hand, popping the previous messages open, beginning to furiously type his distaste of this situation to Penelope. As soon as he hit send on the message, he could hear a faint sound coming from elsewhere in the room, that a quick glance around it revealed it had come from Cassidy’s phone, the blond raising a brow at his screen in confusion before looking back at Kip.
“…You do know you’ve been texting me this entire time, right?”
Kip blinked, eyes slowly falling back onto his phone, finally actually looking at the name of the receiver of the texts he had been sending tonight. He was so sure he had clicked on Penelope’s name, but much to his horror, the name on the receiver line actually did read ‘Orange’. Kip quickly backed out of the messages, double checking his contact list; unsurprisingly but absolutely disappointingly, both Penelope’s and Orange’s names showing right next to one another on the list.
He had accidentally clicked the wrong one while in his sleep deprived state earlier.
The horror slowly dawned on him, revealing to him what he had actually done. The things he had said. The feelings he had revealed. Kip slowly took a seat at the edge of the bed, throwing the phone to the side as he hid his face into his hands, letting out a pained groan filled with disgust and discomfort as it settled in how this whole situation probably looked like to Cassidy.
And the worst part about that was that everything Kip said he did actually mean.
“…Hey.”
Kip’s hands dropped from his face, but he refused to look up at Cassidy who had walked up to him, stopping in front of him. With a sigh Kip prepared to hear the berating that was rightfully coming his way, but instead he suddenly felt a hand softly brushing through his hair, gently tucking it to make him follow the movement, looking back up at Cassidy, who just softly smiled back at him.
“Did you mean… All of that?”
Kip could feel his face heating up, but he just couldn’t look away from that pair of beautiful blue eyes of his. Cassidy’s hold of his hair was so lax Kip managed to nod slightly, still a bit hesitant, but if Cassidy had indeed seen the messages in full already, there was no reason for him to lie about it. The worst he could do was make fun of him, laugh at him, leave Kip hanging after such a nonconfession. Which he probably deserved and at least it would make it so much easier to forget about the desires he had for the International champion.
But instead Cassidy just hummed at him quietly, a small smile playing on his lips as he carefully ran his hand through Kip’s hair again before positioning himself in his lap, surprisingly to both of them without any resistance. Cassidy’s hand slid out of his hair to the back of his neck, his fingertips dancing along his skin while the other arm lazily rested over his shoulder. Kip’s awkward hands found themselves on Cassidy’s thighs, his nervous energy coming out with little taps of his fingers against them.
“I think I can make you a little bit more insane, if you wish.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper, Kip just responding silently with another nod before Cassidy leaned closer, pressing a soft, slow kiss against his lips.
#fic#request#character: orange cassidy#character: kip sabian#ship: orangekip#aew fanfiction#wrestling fanfiction
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light my way
sun, please hold me
make me feel like i’m surviving
because when you’re gone in the winter
the rain clouds drift into my mind
and fog up my thoughts
they make me shiver.
but sun, you tire me out at just the right time
and wake me up again when i’m feeling my best
your orange hue swallows me
and lets me feel your heat
your bright rays purify me when you baptise me in your light
and you help me breathe the pure, euphoric air of summer
because even though i’m alone in the night
i know that you will light my way
into a holier tomorrow
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authors note : hai! i’ve been writing suuuper long and depressing stuff recently and wanted to take a break and talk about how nice the weather is at the moment LMAO pls enjoy
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Day two of re-deep cleaning my carpets: I went over each room TWICE and the water was still coming out black. However, I have figured out how to REALLY effectively use the machine now, and got out way more of the stains than I did when I deep cleaned the carpets before Christmas time.
My cousin suggested a cheaper cleaning solution than the name-branded one I’ve been using, which I might investigate after I run out of soap. I’m positive that if I did another sweep of both rooms, I’d still be pulling out huge clumps of nastiness, so the soap I’m using right now is good and all, it’s just expensive.
My other worry is that the carpet feels slightly sticky after cleaning. I’m not sure if I should put some hot water into the machine with no soap and run that over to clean up any residue or what, but right now I’m too tired - I’ve been cleaning this shit for 3 hours.
Right now, I’m just satisfied that instead of huge discolored patches everywhere, there are smaller areas of it in smaller, harder to see places.
I’m a little scared of the big living room, which is the worst in the whole house (aside from my papas room). My littlest cousin, now 17, would camp out in one chair for DAYS out there, and he’s notorious for spilling shit. Just the other day he spilled soda all over the carpet, though he did apologize to me for it because he knew I’d cleaned the carpets semi recently LMAO. Those stains were easy enough to get out, but the ones in the big living room are INSANE. Streaks of orange and bright pink completely caked in, nasty speckly spots from food spills, etc. I shudder at the thought. I’ll try tackling that room on Sunday. I’ll have to move all the furniture out of the way, but my grandparents have been good sports about letting me fuck with everything for the sake of cleaning the house.
(Please note that this carpet hasn’t been cleaned in about 10 years, that it has weathered at least 6 children from infant to teenager, and is in the home of two older folks who can’t vacuum or clean as often as the place needs. Since moving in in 2022, I’ve made it my mission to help make the house cleaner, and I’ve so far succeeded! The kitchen is a nightmare, but some battles I just can’t win LMFAO.
Also please note that glitter is a generational curse and at least 1/4 of the debris I keep pulling out of the carpet is chunky silver glitter. I don’t know how but it is in EVERY inch of the carpet in this house.
Triple note that I am in dire need of moving the furniture out of my room and closet and hitting the carpet in there again now that I know what Horrors lie beyond one imperfect deep clean. My room was originally inhabited by nightmare meth aunt who had mold growing in the windows, burnt a huge hole in the carpet that the old cat used to pee in, had broken mirrors laying on the floor, and left behind various, sticky brown stains all over the carpet that I figured I just wouldn’t be able to get out. I now know how to get them out and by the gods. Will I do that. Sometime. Eventually.)
#Rhys irl#I turn 22 and suddenly I need to clean#no I’ve always needed to clean#I suffer from the if I look at it too long I need to fix it disorder#I was laying face down on the carpet the other day and thought. this smells like cat piss.#and that was it 😭
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for the prompt thing: Liberosis with Cody and Anakin or Ahsoka (not as a ship, just would love to see you write that dynamic)
hi!!!! i really liked this prompt; i've been meaning to write cody and ahsoka for some time and this finally made me do it lmao.
missing scene during the first year of the war; baby ahsoka and slightly less baby commander cody. T, 850w, canon compliant. the prompt was liberosis: the desire to care less about things.
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The one who finds her is the commander, because of course it’s him.
Not Skyguy, or Master Obi-Wan, or even Rex but Marshall Commander Cody, looking whole and steady and put together despite the blood under his nose and on his hairline. He’s not wearing the upper part of his armour, and Ahsoka finds herself thinking he looks—weird. She knows he’s human, but the thing about Commander Cody is that he’s so clever, so quiet, so—so serious.
Rex likes him, and so does Master Obi-Wan, and Anakin trusts him with his life and with Ahsoka’s, and Ahsoka wants him to like her. He’s very hard to read and she’s learned not to look, but she has a feeling he doesn’t like a lot of people.
She thought she’d be safe there. High up on one of the tanks, curled against the cooling cannon, hidden from view by dusk and by the heavy shadows of the machine, her tired, cold muscles leeching the machine’s warmth. Her head hurts, and so do her feet, and her montrals, and the blisters on her palms burst open while she was fighting one of those nasty commando droids, and she wants a shower and she wants her friends and she wants her bed and she wants to be alone and she wants to go back home.
She doesn’t want to have to face the commander and his dark, sharp eyes and the way he pauses by the tank and looks up at her, a thoughtful frown on his face.
“Commander,” he says. He stops, grimaces. His voice is shot. He clears his throat and sighs. “Everything alright?”
Silence blooms between them: Ahsoka realises he doesn’t know how to talk to her. She shrugs. Her nose feels stuffy, and her face is itchy. She rubs her cheeks against her arm, and hisses when the rough texture of the robe’s sleeve makes them burn worse.
The commander shifts his weight. He’s very tired. He looks back at the rest of the camp and then up at Ahsoka.
He starts climbing the tank. Ahsoka blinks, surprised, and moves to the side as much as he can so that he can take a seat on the other side of the cannon, plastoid armour clattering loudly in the late evening quiet.
He stinks, a bit. Blaster discharge and blaster oil and sweat, human sweat. Salty-weird: Master Ri back home says that’s always the food, and Ahsoka thinks she can almost taste one of the bright red GAR ration packs on the back of her tongue.
They sit in silence. Ahsoka sighs and places her chin on her folded arms, her arms on her bent knees. She stares blindly at the field in front of them. Tanks, more tanks; what remains of the stuff the people from the town by the river were growing among the muck and the mud. Here and there patches of golden grain sway under the pale light of the dying sun, its fat belly brushing the horizon to the west.
Ahsoka closes her eyes. He reaches out and finds little: bugs and root systems. A few squads on patrol. If she forces herself, her eyes will find the white and blue and orange of plastoid armour, so she doesn’t.
The commander sighs, and Ahsoka twitches. She forgot he was there. She peers at him from behind her folded arms, and finds him looking at her.
“You did well,” he says. It’s on the edge of awkward, but he means it. And he means well. He clears his throat and turns to look back at the battlefield, lips pressed tight. “Held the line.”
How does he do it? It was his plan they followed: Master Obi-Wan and Skyguy always listen to him, because he’s almost always right, but even when things go as they should, people die.
She thought it’d feel worse. But it’s just—absence, sudden and forever. They’re there and then they’re not. Bodies and plastoid, empty blaster charges, mud and blood and other stuff she can smell from where she sits, though she’d rather not.
She has many questions, but they feel bigger than she is, and he looks so tired: Ahsoka finds herself holding her tongue and wishing she could reach out and poke him in the shoulder like she does with Master Anakin and Rex.
It occurs to her that she can’t, and she realises it’s because she finds him intimidating, and she scowls, annoyed at herself, and does it anyway.
The commander jumps. He turns to look at her, eyebrows brushing his hairline, and Ashoka offers him the widest, toothiest grin she can manage, her dry lips cracking.
“Thanks. I’ll do better next time,” she tells him. The commander’s eyes flash, and he smiles.
At first she thought he didn’t care like Rex or Master Anakin care. Now she thinks he tries not to, but does anyway, and it makes her like him much, much better.
“Of course, commander,” he tells her blandly. It’s the exact same tone he uses on Master Obi-Wan. Ahsoka snorts, gross and too loud, and his smile grows.
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The Octopod was a military vessel theory.
WARNING: Contains mention of weapons and other military stuff. idk if any of you want this but here's a warning so I don't ruin your day.
Ok, So: This is a stretch.
A huge stretch and one that's probably too dark to put in a kid's show but like most of the people here on tumblr that like this show are far from toddlers so here is the theory that I've been thinking off for the longest time.
Be aware: This is just for fun, please have mercy on me (;^;)
In the Pacific Octopus episode, we learn that the current Octopod was not actually the first Octopod ever built. The first Octopod lies in a trench somewhere in the ocean. We all know that the first Octopod became an artificial reef and that's why it was left unbothered for a long time.
But Tweak says something interesting: she tells Kwazii that before they were even the Octonauts, there was a first Octopod.
I find that odd because wasn't the whole reason why the Octopod called the Octopod was to fit the Octonauts brand?
Also what was the purpose of this old Octopod if it wasn't intended to explore, rescue and protect the ocean?
Another thing that I would like to point out is that the old Octopod is painted gray (at least from what's shown in the small presentation that Dashi brings up) and from what I understand, paint jobs for water vessels do exist. The old Octopod's color can help it blend in with rocks and common ocean landforms. The current Octopod is painted a bright orange probably so that it would stand out in the ocean so that the crew can easily spot it in the distance.
Apart from that, there's still not a lot we know about the Octonauts like how they were founded and who or what is funding the project (which I have another theory for). The gups, while designed and modeled for different task could have been used for military use as well (Gup-A as a command ship outside of the Octopod, Gup-B as a fast messenger/intel ship, Gup-C for towing other vehicles in battle, blah, blah and then there's Gup-G which is just a vehicle to deploy other vehicles)
So could it be that the Octopod was an underwater scouting vessel at the very least? Or an underwater base? The old model doesn't even have any weapons on it and the old Octopod could've just been not colored due to it possibly being a prototype but that doesn't answer what was the Octopod originally for if not an underwater research facility or who were the crew of the first Octopod.
So yeah, I could be wrong but this was kinda fun to write (and also tiring because it's like 10pm over here lmao).
I could add more but I'm tired so just lemme know I guess.
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@stahp-right-there-peasant i saw ur tags >:))
btw i make the worst names- so yea.
The cats' pronouns are their canon pronouns just to have less confusion.
There are some ships in here, and some of the prefixes or suffixes aren't actually in the books, so before i get yelled at, im gonna say this now: it really does not matter. lmao its an au.
also please dont ask why theres a million apprentices😟..It makes more sense in the fanfic
InsanityClan
Leader
[Mephone4] Techstar—well fed dark blue-gray tom with electric blue eyes and a tired face {50 moons}
Deputies
[Mepad] Digitalheart—massive jet black tom with a large mane and purple eyes {28 moons}
[Toilet] Splashtooth—small white tom with a scrawny appearance and sky blue eyes {14 moons}
Medicine cat
[Tissues] Sneezenose—sickly smoky gray tom with blue-green eyes {27 moons}
Warriors
[Paintbrush] Paintedflame—thin golden brown non-binary tabby with fiery orange eyes {21 moons}
Apprentice- Fluffpaw, Pinkpaw
[Lightbulb] Brightlight—stocky golden tabby she with gray stripes and yellow eyes {18 moons}
Apprentices- Windpaw, Shatterpaw and Redpaw
[Yin-Yang] Splitheart—half black half white tom with a long, graceful tail {16 moons}
Apprentices- Silverpaw and Violetpaw
[Bomb] Stuttermuzzle—small dark gray tom with a frayed tan tail tip and brown eyes {19 moons}
Apprentice- Pepperpaw
[Pickle] Swampnose—jet black tom with forest green eyes {20 moons}
Apprentices- Sharppaw and Shiningpaw
[OJ] Orangepelt—handsome ginger tabby tom with a white belly, fiery eyes, and white tipped ears {29 moons}
Apprentice- Saltpaw
Mate- Bluestripe
[Paper] Bluestripe—anxious white tom with blue eyes and blue-gray tabby stripes {28 moons}
Apprentices- Cherrypaw, Berrypaw and Harshpaw
Mate- Orangepelt
[Cheesy] Slicefur—small golden tom with yellow eyes and brown leopard markings {13 moons}
Apprentice- Loudpaw
[Blueberry] Blueberry—small pessimistic blue-black tom with a stub tail, floppy ears, and blue eyes {17 moons}
[Cabby] Quickwatcher—large intelligent light blue-gray she with blue eyes {20 moons}
Apprentice- Goldenpaw
[Lifering] Waterstripe—large white tom with russet stripes and blue eyes {36 moons}
Apprentice- Cloverpaw
Mate- Steamsong
[Tea Kettle] Steamsong—motherly white she with seafoam green eyes and a fluffy tail {34 moons}
Apprentices- Silverpaw [Nickel], Floatpaw
Mate- Waterstripe
Apprentices
[Baseball] Redpaw (stitch)—large white tom with russet stripes, big paws, and red eyes {12 moons}
Mentor- Brightlight
[Microphone] Loudpaw (song)—tall dark gray she with massive ears, black leopard print, and blue eyes {11 moons}
Mentor- Slicefur
[Test Tube] Shatterpaw (shell)—white she with blurry green eyesight {11 moons}
Mentor- Brightlight
[Knife] Sharppaw (tail)—tall smoky tom with a sharp tail and blue eyes {11 moons}
Mentor- Swampnose
[Trophy] Goldenpaw (stride)—handsome golden tom with a small scar over one of his yellow eyes {11 moons}
Mentor- Quickwatcher
[Fan] Windpaw (flight)—orange-red tom with green eyes and a golden stripe lining his back and tail {10 moons}
Mentor- Brightlight
[Nickel] Silverpaw (snap)—small gray tom with blue eyes and a short tail {10 moons}
Mentor- Steamsong
(yes there are two silverpaws. techstar (me) got lazy.)
[Balloon] Floatpaw (face)—small orange tom with a stub tail and brown eyes {9 moons}
Mentor- Steamsong
[Soap] Shiningpaw (paws)—frisky white she with soft pink eyes {9 moons}
Mentor- Swamppaw
[Pepper] Pepperpaw (pelt)—dark gray she with soft fur, blue eyes, and black spots {8 moons}
Mentor- Stuttermuzzle
[Salt] Saltpaw (song)—very light gray she with silky fur, blue eyes, and white spots {8 moons}
Mentor- Orangepelt
[Marshmallow] Fluffpaw (pelt) —small fluffy white she with bent ears and blue eyes {7 moons}
Mentor- Paintedflame
[Cherries] Berrypaw (stem)—small bright orange tom with green eyes and a stub tail {6 1/2 moons}
Mentor- Bluestripe
Kin- Cherrypaw (brother)
[Cherries] Cherrypaw (stem)—small bright orange tom with green eyes and a stub tail {6 1/2 moons}
Mentor- Bluestripe
Kin- Berrypaw (brother)
[Suitcase] Harshpaw (dream)—small light brown she with one dark brown paw, dark brown spots lining her back, a stub tail, and green eyes {6 moons}
Mentor- Bluestripe
[Clover] Cloverpaw (wing)—optimistic green-eyed brown she with a white jaw, belly, and a long plumed tail {8 moons}
Mentor- Waterstripe
[Silver Spoon] Silverpaw (cloud)—silver tom with a plumed tail and blue eyes {11 moons}
Mentor- Splitheart
[Candle] Violetpaw (flame)—black she with a fiery tail tip and purple eyes {10 moons}
Mentor- Splitheart
[Bowbot] Pinkpaw—optimistic white she with silky fur and a missing ear {6 moons} [clan named used to be just Bow]
Mentor- Paintedflame
Kits
[Apple] Applekit (heart)—russet green-eyed she with a white muzzle, belly, and paws [6 moons]
[Goo] Slimekit (stripe)–blue-gray tom with a stub tail and blue eyes [5 1/2 moons]
Cats outside clans
[kittypet] Dough—well-fed tan ghost tom {19 moons}
[kittypet] Bow—white ghost she with scratched up ears and tail {16 moons}
[rogue] Taco—sneaky tan she with floppy brown ears and a green bandanna {18 moons}
#object show fanfiction#object shows#inanimate insanity crossover#inanimate insanity fanfiction#inanimate insanity#warrior cats crossover#warrior cats fanfic#warrior cats#ii#iii#inanimate insanity invitational
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the many jackets and that one set of boots i must really fuckin’ like (i do) of cipher nine, lmao. base game - makeb edition.
if he starts collecting rifles like len did pistols, so help me, i won’t be able to handle the (lack of) inventory slots.
i’ll give you a ramble about them beneath the cut; that’s how these things usually go, right? xD (send help)
the red blade - hutta edition! fashion is an agent’s greatest weapon. agent gives me an excuse to dress them up from the second they’re born into the game and i milk it for all its worth. he needs to wear this jacket more often. he looks cozy in it. puts him in his thundershirt emotional support pirate jacket.
lightweight tactical - generalized home turf, lightweight ‘fit. glory to the empire and all that patriotic imperial officer jazz.
stealing theron’s jacket - he will inevitably actually steal theron’s jacket. eventually (and theron will steal at least half of his). but right now, he doesn’t know what a theron is. home turf overcoat good for getting caught in the kaas city rains and telling your enemies (hunter) that you have a better bitchin’ jacket than them. just a nice damn jacket.
for the resistance! - terror cell infiltration on balmorra. trying not to let sanju get himself killed. possible resurgence of the low-key comfy trenchcoat on makeb. when we need to look convincingly unimperial.
light armor stealth - “sir, your emotional support trenchcoat will not protect you from poisoned blades.” when i needed to put him in something a bit more physically protective than bubble wrap. a mask to open the tattooine arc because of suspected betrayal from the ghost cell contact. enough armor to feel not like a tissue paper unicorn on the frontlines of corellia, but not enough to turn him from a stealth operative into storming the bastion.
cold weather - the return of the king. alderaanian mercenary work. almost getting killed on hoth. the man, the myth, the legend, the return of one of his almost iconic outfits i had him wear way too much in his first playthrough. the outfit that made me realize he looks damn good in this green. (it’s a little unfair.)
casual - something a bit more off the job. something potentially for a defecting cipher agent. kaliyo drags him to bars and he has to look nice. kaliyo drags him to a lot of shit that doesn’t always go well, but at least he looks good dealing with it akdfndslfdsf.
belsavis - jostling with the bounty hunter for title of republic’s most wanted. orchestrator of prison heists. he’s not paying them in credits. smart ass, hard ass, nice ass. ahhem. (rip belsavis crew, he might’ve genuinely liked some of you if he hadn’t been ruthlessly using you to destroy a galactic conspiracy.)
sith intelligence - a little out of order. cropped up a few times as a dressier sort of uniform. good for play-pretending at more diplomatic aims on voss. bonus fact: he gets adopted by my emperor’s wrath post class-story to keep an eye on the bickering dark council. savosta is tired of their bullshit derailing the war effort and he is just one fuckin’ guy. him and tyr shaking hands about being done with this shit.
bonus!!!
imperial officer - i can’t keep a straight face too long. standard imperial officer affair. my brain is generating a generic bad guy (mustache twirling levels) imperial officer image every time i see him in this that just makes me crack. i’m still mad he looks good in this. i can’t take me or him seriously about it, but he looks good. and also putting him in the little cap shaves like 10 years off of him and then i get emotional about all of the damage the class story does and we don’t TALK about that sO. it gets to stay on the merit of i know this is something he’s worn at least once. nebulous interlude outfit. (the secondary color picked from this jacket not being black was INCREDIBLY jarring btw, it comes up this bright like red-orange thing and like holy facial hair of the emperor that was. hmm. that was a thing. that happened.)
#swtor#ch: tyr#i've been threatening myself to do this so here u go#i usually just. forget.#this man owns all my brain cells#also not featured bc i'd run out of sPACE and bc these all fall in a nice theme at least is one i already have set aside for later saboteur#also if ur wondering 'no hat' its bc i did not spend all this love on this man's face to not see it at every opportunity#he's lucky i let him walk around with a mask on belsavis for so long bc the story#also smth smth masking his emotional instability bc of all the fucking SHIT going on in his life#anyway agent ship best ship send post#dot talk#also is this a callout post for how much money i've sank into this game in the last year? probably#anything for u mr. tyr sir
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What Color Does Your OC's Love Feel Like?
oh this seems fun lol. tagged by @saltymaplesyrup
im assuming this meant to take the quiz as the ocs lmao.
Quiz is found here
Tagging @house-of-mirrors if you wanna play with the quiz lol. anyone else seein it feel free to play too
Alex: dark stormy blue
"Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you… You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you."
Josephine: warm burnt orange
"Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too."
Jamie: cold stark gold
"Fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop, yours is a love that burns stark and bright. It's scary though, like things that burn always tend to be, but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror, but rather the time when the flames go out, the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again. Fireworks, borrowed lighters, a striken match, your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes, maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again. And that's the feeling isn't it? Of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again? To be fair, you do know you don't need it, but then again we don't often crave the things we need. And you crave and yearn and burn in the wait, restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way, that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again. There's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between, but your heart still squirms inside you, waiting and willing and begging to burn up again. Your love might not be comfort, it's not one for the sick days, but then again, there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays."
Aurora: deep staining red
"Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you."
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hello!! since someone already asked about nore, any info about cog would be super cool :0 (especially what he looks like if possible lmao)
skdjhkdjhkdsfjh i really don't describe the characters a lot upon introduction, huh? anyways, here's some Cog Facts TM
he's the second oldest person in Sanctuary
cog always wanted to be a doctor, but the world got too fucked up before he could go to medical school
he's pretty sure nosebleed's mom is his daughter, but he can't be sure
regardless, nosebleed is his Granddaughter TM, and he's glad she turned out okay even though his daughter is,,, welll.... you'll see
his favorite color is orange
he hates coffee and tea, but needs caffeine so so badly so he drinks both often
he is deeply scared of spiders
and here he is! the man, the myth, the legend.... cog! made with bright's picrew hell, bc its the best tbh
i hope you enjoy this tired, tired grandpa
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little chris squire drabble bc he is my husband <3
NOTE !! okay so i wrote this a while back and i dont want to keep it in my drafts forever so here it is
i made it for practice (and for chris ily chris) but i havent written anything in a while !! so please dont be too harsh on me LMAO
𓆝𓆞𓆟𓆝𓆞𓆟𓆝𓆞𓆟
he woke up with a jolt, realizing with an outstretched hand and a few pats of the sheets, that the bed was completely devoid of his lover’s presence.
quickly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he leaned upward, his intent being to find his missing counter-piece. the man had some ideas, but he couldn’t be certain until he found you.
so after he slipped on his robe, he began the search. first looking in the bathroom incase you were having a late night meltdown (it has happened before) but the bathroom was empty. then was the music room, since sometimes one of the two of you (or two, if you both cant sleep) would play an instrument to try and tire yourself out. suprisingly, you werent there either.
this started to worry the man, but he didn’t start absolutely freaking the fuck out yet since he still had one more spot to look. you see, he knew that you are infatuated with nature; enjoying being out in it or even just looking at it gave you so much happiness, so that knowledge gave him the perfect idea at where you could be.
he opened the door that led to the backyard, smiling lightly in relief when he saw your figure laying on the ground, face turned up towards the shining stars.
“chris? what are you doing up at this hour?” you said, lifting your head to look at him walking toward you before he sat on the ground next to you with a plop.
“woke up an’ saw you weren’t there, so i knew you had to be out here.” he said, admiring the way the stars reflected off of your eyes with the smile you fell in love with, casting a sparkling glow over your bright eyes.
you hummed in response, laying back down and gently tugging on the sleeve of his robe, signaling him to join you in laying down. which he did, scooting his body ever so slightly toward his feet so his head was in line with yours, and when he looked up at the sky he realized, with awe, why you came out here so often.
the sky in question was littered with stars, as if someone had flicked a paintbrush covering in white paint on a dark canvas. behind those specks of white, the darkness had little hints of purple and blue, and the soft, lighter line of the milky way was present too. there was a hint of a lighter shade of blue in the east of the sky, the rising sun being the cause of the lightness. the tree outline blocked out the direct view of the sun, but as it rose, little hints of oranges and purples started making their way above the trees.
“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you inquired mindlessly, enraptured by the array of colors in the sky. chris smiled again next to you, moving to grab your hand. when his large hand intertwined with yours, he softly brushed his thumb against the back of your hand and said “it is, but as cheesy as it sounds, i don’t believe it could ever be as beautiful as you my love.”
#chris squire#yes (band)#im on a chris rampage rn#<- yep#bringing that back#favorite tag atm#slowly getting back into the swing of writing 💪💪#fanfic#x reader
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okay, last orangekip request lol i love introspective fics, like when a character is thinking about how much they love the other and what exactly they like about them. so maybe a fic where oc is thinking about how much he loves kip during a mundane thing, like watching kip streaming or playing with his hair while he sleeps in his lap. can take place in the belt corruption arc or not. i'll leave it up to you 💚
~2,3k words
orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)
set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. this is literally 2k words of me rambling about details and plot points in immortal fears and then the remaining few hundred words are like. actually something cute and fluffy lmao. i mean sometimes a man just gotta think, you know. but he has a good reason, as you can see in the end :3c
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on ao3
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Usually nights like this made him anxious. The darkness surrounded by almost a deafening silence was rarely tolerable, whether he was alone or not, despite the horrors being mostly left behind him a while ago, he could still occasionally see shadows and figures move around in the darkest corners of the rooms he occupied.
Tonight things felt different. Maybe it was because it had been a relatively good day compared to many previous ones, maybe because he was tired but content with today's work that had gotten done even though it wasn't absolutely everything he wanted to do…
Maybe it was the sleeping Kip laying on the couch next to him, curled up against the side of his leg, head laid down comfortably on his lap.
Cassidy looked down at him, a small smile playing on his lips. They probably should have moved to bed ages ago, but ever since Kip had passed out on him almost as soon as they had gotten home, Cassidy just didn’t dare to wake him up and move the two of them to the bedroom. He looked so comfortable there, his steady breathing the only sound in the living room as Cassidy had muted the television to allow Kip to sleep in peace, as he was clearly exhausted after spending the whole day out in town.
Cassidy’s fingers ran absentmindedly through Kip’s hair, watching the bright coils he wrapped around his fingers untangling themselves and settling back to their places time after time. He honestly couldn’t really figure out how they had ended up here in the end, considering the extremely rocky start they had gotten off to years ago at this point.
They never really got along, or at least they never actively tried to. Cassidy was always with his tightly knit friend group, Kip was with his like-minded people. They didn’t hang out, they barely shared greetings in the hallways when they crossed paths. Sure they were familiar with one another, knew that they worked together and occasionally shared the ring too, but that was about the extent of everything.
Then one day, pretty much purely as a prank as Chuck had egged him on to do it saying how funny it would be to mess with them a little, Cassidy interrupted a promo by Miro and Kip. And that was pretty much the beginning of what had become a years long rivalry in most people's eyes at this point, most of them saying that Cassidy costing Kip the International title wasn’t the end of it either. Of course behind the scenes it was, leading them ultimately where they were now, but if people wanted to believe that the story still wasn’t over, Cassidy wasn’t going to let them in on their little secret.
Not that the road to get here had been easy for either of them. Cassidy could still remember Kip just disappearing after Arcade Anarchy was done, only later on hearing about the injury and the surgery he had to go through. At the time he partially blamed himself for it and putting them all through the match, though Chuck had convinced him that nobody was to blame, these things happened. Which, he was right, but knowing that he had been one of the last opponents Kip had faced in that match still poked his conscience occasionally, even after all these years. They had talked about it and Kip had said, multiple times, that he didn’t put blame on Cassidy as this was an issue he had dealt with prior to the match, but it was still occasionally bothering him, for one reason or another.
Maybe Cassidy blamed it so much on himself because he had seen and felt firsthand what being on the shelf had done to Kip when he eventually started to return to shows and the ringside.
His eyes focused back on the sleeping face of the Brit, watching the little content smile linger on his resting face, lips slightly apart as he was clearly asleep. The dark circles around his eyes were partially from the sloppy job of removing the makeup when they had gotten home, but Cassidy knew a big part of them were also the sleepless nights and the nightmares that kept him awake and alert for too many hours of the day. Kip wouldn’t admit to it at this point that it was still a problem, in his mind it had been tackled a long time ago, but Cassidy knew. He knew it all.
He knew how much of the makeup was a facade and how much of it was the real Kip Sabian. As much as the base of the eyeliner was real, the rest of it was nothing more than a cover up. To make sure nobody else saw how much it all had messed him up. The injury, the recovery, the return…
The box, the title hunt, the belt itself.
You could have shown Cassidy a single picture of Kip from any point of this timeline and he could have pinpointed exactly when it was taken, based on nothing but the way he looked. He had seen Kip go from the colorful though vengeful persona to the man in the deepest depths of hell, hellbent on revenge and redemption. While Cassidy hadn’t been there or a part of it every step of the way, he had observed it enough from the sidelines to have seen all of it develop. And he had been there enough to experience the worst of it firsthand.
His hand slowly left Kip’s hair, the palm pressing gently to the side of his head as his thumb ran over the other man’s cheek. Even in his sleep Kip leaned against the touch with a content hum, making Cassidy’s heart flutter at the sight. Despite everything they had gone through, both separately and together, they were still here, able to have this kind of a moment together. In complete peace.
He didn’t intend it to, but Cassidy’s mind wandered on its own back to the first days they spent together after Kip had been broken out of the curse, after he was no longer a champion. Cassidy had been the one to cost him the title, sure, but that had just been the beginning of it. It didn’t take long for Kip to fall prey to the aftermath, just as Cassidy knew he would be. And he had been there to pick up the pieces, to help Kip back up on his feet, whether he liked it or not, whether Chuck liked it or not, whether anyone liked it or not, because Cassidy knew he was the one that needed to do it, and he was the one that was able to do it.
It all started very rocky, and continued very rocky for a long time. Understandably it took Kip a long while to be able to get not only used to this changed situation where he was alone but no longer in control, and to accept the fact that he was not only getting help, but that he needed the help of the man he had proclaimed his nemesis. Cassidy didn’t mind this, it felt kind of bad to admit it, but he knew Kip didn’t have it in him in the end to fight against it. If Cassidy kept up with it, eventually Kip would give in, he would understand how all of this was necessary. Cassidy knew this, as he had been in the same boat before, only he had been in Kip’s place and Kris, and occasionally Chuck and Trent as well, in his.
Cassidy’s hand moved from Kip’s face, grabbing a gentle hold of his hand resting next to his head, easily interlacing their fingers. Even if Kip was asleep, this setup was so usual for them that it was ingrained into his muscle memory even if he wasn’t aware of what was happening around him. Cassidy observed his content face for a while, thinking how long it had been now that he had been able to look Kip like this.
It hadn’t always been like this. Hell, this hadn’t been the end goal at any point. Cassidy was just supposed to be here until Kip was better and able to get back on his own feet and take care of himself again, and then he was supposed to be out. That’s how it was supposed to be, only for a short period of time. Instead it had been almost a year at this point since they had moved in together, at some point down the line they had moved into sharing a bed – at the beginning this was to avoid extra nightmares and make sure Kip got the sleep he needed, but something about that clearly shifted the dynamic in the end.
Cassidy could remember multiple nights looking at Kip’s sleeping face, much like tonight, wondering how they ended up here. Where they would go from here. If there would be more than just him taking care of the Brit like it had been up to that point. Slowly seeing his actions help Kip, to genuinely make him get better and be able to get somewhat back into normalcy…
Somewhere in there, between all the good and the bad, the laughs in the day and confused, fearful tears cried in the night, his heart had decided that Cassidy was feeling more than just the need to help Kip to overcome this huge obstacle.
Cassidy felt extremely lucky to know that Kip shared those feelings with him though, he couldn’t even bring himself to think how things would be if he didn’t.
Feeling a lump forming on his throat the thought, Cassidy closed his eyes, inhaling deeply in hopes of calming himself down. Today had been such a tiring, hectic day it was no wonder him being this tired and having his thoughts running so rampant that it was making him emotional, but at the same time he didn’t want to cry and risk waking Kip up because of it. Cassidy was supposed to be the calm and collected one, he was always the stoic one, he wasn’t the one that was supposed to cry.
And yet, the tears were inevitable.
He barely stifled a sob, but the tears slipped past the shut eyelids, wetting his cheeks. Almost as soon as Cassidy could feel that, he felt a hand being pressed on his cheek, a thumb running over it, wiping away the tears.
“Hey.”
Cassidy opened his eyes, looking down at Kip, seeing the smile still on his lips, tired eyes looking back at him, just barely a hint of worry in them. While it wasn’t usual for Kip to see him cry like this, seemingly unprompted, Kip knew to not get him more agitated whenever it did happen.
“Everything okay?”
Cassidy offered him a smile, wiping his face with his free hand, giving a squeeze to Kip’s hand with the other. “Yeah… Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Kip looked at him, observing his face, like he was trying to find the lie that he knew he wasn’t going to find. “You sure?”
Cassidy nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Just thinking. About this. Us. …How we got here.”
Kip hummed in response, eyes finally leaving Cassidy, allowing him a little breathing room. Kip pushed himself up from his lap, stretching a little with a yawn. As Kip settled back to his spot on the couch next to Cassidy, he leaned closer to the blond, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.
“I think about us all the time,” he smiled, pressing another kiss on Cassidy’s cheek before he pushed himself up from the couch, stretching again. “But it’s bedtime. Come on.”
Kip offered a hand towards him, Cassidy taking it without hesitation. But instead of letting Kip pull him up, Cassidy pulled the Brit closer and into a kiss. He obviously intended it as a passionate one, one hand running through Kip’s hair to keep him close as the man basically melted against him, in the end ending up sitting in Cassidy’s lap as the breath taken out of him was too much to keep him up on his feet anymore.
“You’ve really been thinking tonight, huh?” Kip gasped as he was finally able to get air into his lungs again, Cassidy just responding with a quick peck on his lips and a smile. Kip looked at him for a while, leaning closer as he snuggled his head against Cassidy’s shoulder with a quiet sigh. “I love you.”
Cassidy’s hand ran through Kip’s hair again, leaning his head against the side of his. “I love you too. But you’re right, we really should go to bed.”
Kip chuckled at him but obliged, pushing back onto his feet, raising a brow as Cassidy didn’t follow suit immediately.
“I’ll turn off the lights and such. You go ahead.”
“Well, if I pass out before you get there, that’s on you.”
Cassidy just chuckled at him, watching Kip leave the living room. Only after he could hear the footsteps going up the stairs to make sure he really was leaving his immediate vicinity, Cassidy stood up from the couch, reaching for the remote to turn the television off. He grabbed the jean jacket that had been laying on the back of the couch, hand stuffing into its pocket.
He looked at the little black ring box in his hand for a moment before putting it into the pocket of his jeans, knowing he could get away with hiding it from Kip for a little bit longer until the morning.
#fic#setting: belt corruption arc#character: orange cassidy#character: kip sabian#ship: orangekip#aew fanfiction#wrestling fanfiction#request
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