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underratedandoverit · 1 month

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Just A Breath Away

~2k words kip sabian & orange cassidy, it reads extremely gen (but it can be interpreted as pre-shippy considering how this whole au ends up going)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. ive been trying to get back to writing, very slowly, and heres just. a brain barf from last night. i guess thats the best way to describe it. a whole lot of nothing but deep rooted hateful feelings for 2k words for near the beginning of kips healing arc

warnings; unreality, can potentially be read from between the lines as self destructive thoughts. heavy emotional hurt/comfort. kip is just having a really fucking bad time wow

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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”I’m only trying to help you.”

Kip stared up at the ceiling of his designated bedroom, the words echoing in his head. He had heard them so many times before in the past, both in and out of this situation he was currently trapped in, and yet it didn’t make receiving them any easier for him. Especially when they came from the one person he really, really didn’t want to hear them from. The one he didn’t believe them from.

He sighed, more annoyed than anything else. Kip shouldn’t be here, and he knew it. He shouldn’t be under this roof, inside these walls, in this house, on this bed. He shouldn’t be related to any of those things, and yet.

And yet.

He was annoyed. No, scratch that, he was angry. At himself mostly, for allowing this to happen, for letting things go on for so long that he ended up here. For not being able to stand on his own two feet, physically or mentally, so that Kip was forced to let someone else do the dirty work for him.

So that Kip was forced under the care of Cassidy.

A quiet groan escaped from him before Kip could stop it, eyes closing as he felt a wave of unwanted emotions washing over him. He couldn’t exactly place them, give them names, recognize them, but it felt like everything at the same time; anger, sadness, sorrow, hope? He really wasn’t sure. The only thing he could for sure pinpoint down in the darkness of the bedroom was that these were all feelings brought to his mind but just the mere thought of his self-proclaimed arch rival.

And yet he didn’t want to feel any of them.

His body did its best to resist him as Kip tried to roll onto his side, fighting back every inch of the way to the point where it wasn’t even worth it. This wasn’t the first time his mind and body disagreed on the actions he should take, making it painful to even try to move, the pain leaving Kip almost paralyzed just laying on his back on the bed, staring at nothing. The feeling came and went as it pleased, but most often it showed up as an inconvenience when he wanted one thing but was handed another.

It all frustrated him. Angered him. Disappointed him, leaving Kip unable to do anything, left dealing with these feelings in his already loud head all by himself, all alone.

Well…

He could feel the shadows creeping on the edge of his vision, on the edge of his consciousness. It wasn’t anything unusual at this point, but Kip was tired of it. Having to listen to those whispers, calling him names, assigning words to him about how they felt about him. Telling him how fucked up this was, how fucked up he was, how it was his fault. All his fault, how they got here, how he ended up in this situation, how he messed it all up. All his fault.

All his fault.

It had been almost a daily occurrence now. He hadn’t been able to sleep, leaving him vulnerable, open to all of this. The shadows laughed at him, telling him he only needed them, secluding himself was a good thing no matter how much Cassidy tried to keep some sort of a connection with him. Help? Fuck no, he didn’t need help. Kip was much better off without any of that, especially from someone like him.

From someone like Cassidy, who was the cause of all of this. Well, after Kip had managed to fuck it up first, of course. He was the one to ultimately be blamed for everything, after all.

“Pathetic.”

Kip was almost violently ripped out of the serenity of the dark thoughts in his mind, the voice piercing enough to force his eyes open, focusing back on the blank ceiling. He couldn’t see anything else, nothing was moving. The voice, while distant, distorted, almost dark, had a tint of familiarity to it that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

The way it echoed against the inside of his skull made him come face to face with the reality that it was his own, without Kip saying those words out loud, without thinking them to himself.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?”

Kip didn’t reply, but he could feel a new wave of emotions crashing over him. Shame. Guilt. Disgust. The breath he took in was so much shakier than he expected, the loudness of it almost scaring him out of his own skin.

“So disappointing. Get up.”

He wanted to tell it to stop, but Kip just couldn’t. Instead, he felt his body working against his mind, pushing itself up to its limits, sitting up on the bed for the first time in what felt like days. His head was already spinning, the darkness around him hugging him so tightly Kip almost wasn’t sure if this was his bedroom anymore. The soft kisses it left on his skin burned, making him want to scream, both out of pain and the pleasure of feeling something other than nothing, but no sound came out of him. Kip just sat there, trying to find his breath again, eyes looking at the nothing in front of him.

The nothing shaped like himself, smiling back at him, the darkness so wicked in him it was impossible to look away, even if Kip knew he wasn’t real. That it wasn’t real.

“Was this what you wanted?”

Kip wanted to tell him no, it really wasn’t, he never intended it to be like this. He never knew it was going to be like this. If he had even the slightest idea, maybe he wouldn’t have done it. Done anything. He never wanted to even entertain the thought of succumbing to the darkness, to any extent.

Kip never wanted this, and yet there were no words he could say that would make that clear.

“You’re so pitiful. I don’t understand what he sees in you.”

He inhaled sharply, without intending to do so. Kip could almost see the darkness wearing his smirk, laughing at him. Making a mockery out of him, knowing he was way beyond the help. That these thoughts truly were his own, not just something the cursed world was trying to shove into his head anymore.

“He’s given up. You’re a fool for thinking otherwise.”

A fool. Beyond help, so much so that the one person who promised to help him had left him alone. It felt like he hadn’t seen Cassidy in ages. Maybe he was alone in this room, in this house, being left behind with nothing but broken promises, words that ultimately meant nothing. Nothing but lies that he wouldn’t give up. Lies like so many Kip had told to others, only to break them because he felt like it, because they were hazards on his way to everything he eventually lost.

And now here Kip was, abandoned like all his friends by him, lost like everything he had once had.

“All you need to do is give in.”

The voice was like a hot whisper against his ear, making Kip shiver, knowing how wrong all this was. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, it never was.

“Let yourself go. Allow yourself to be done with this.”

The offer was tempting. Kip could feel the expecting eyes on him, forcing him to turn away, as if he was thinking about this. Maybe on some level he was, contemplating if it was worth it. Worth it to keep trying, especially if he was alone. Abandoned. When there was no hope in the horizon. He could be done with all of it, just let the darkness swallow him, allowing him to decay, to rot away, mostly in peace. Maybe even without pain, if he asked kindly enough.

“I…” His voice was hoarse, drifting off into the empty corners of the bedroom, without Kip having no idea how to continue that sentence. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, what he needed. If there was someone, or something, that could give him that. To give him anything. Everything was so fragmented, so cracked, unorganized in his mind that it was impossible to put into words. Of course he only needed actions, to simply allow himself to be taken over, but somehow even that felt more difficult than usual.

Maybe somewhere in there, under all the filth inside of him, was still just the smallest light of hope. How or why, Kip wasn’t sure, but something in him told him that he was able to feel it. Despite everything.

“I-I… I don’t know…”

He felt the darkness pressing tighter against him, forcing the air out of his lungs. Hands on his arms. Hands on his chest. Hands on his neck. Hands on his face.

The scream that escaped him wasn’t audible, being drowned under the voice that boomed in his head loudly enough to make it throb for days to come.

“You don’t know?! Don’t you understand?! You’re nothing! Nothing! Nothing but a pitiful excuse of a weak, pathetic failure! Nobody wants you, nobody needs you! You mean nothing!”

Kip couldn’t reply to it, the headache becoming unbearably too much. He struggled to catch air back into his lungs, every breath burning, making him want to throw up. The spots the hands of the dark had been holding onto him burned, they felt vile, almost violated. He could trace the cold fingertips against his skin perfectly if someone asked, remembering every mark being left on him, the words imprinted into the inside of his brain with every word that had been spoken to him.

He didn’t want this. It was all too much, the feeling pouring out of him in an incomprehensible sob as Kip couldn’t hold the floodgates shut, being too exhausted and in pain to hold it back anymore.

Only as he could feel a soft pair of hands landing on his aching, exposed arm Kip’s head snapped up, eyes barely focusing on the concerned looking face of a familiar blond looking back at him.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Cassidy’s voice sounded so distant Kip wasn’t even sure if he was sitting in front of him on the bed or not. It felt unrealistic that after everything he would be there. Kip wanted to reach out, so desperately, to make sure he was there, touch him, his face, make sure he felt him breathe. Feel that he had a heartbeat. But he couldn’t move, holding onto the little bit of solace that Cassidy’s hands on his arm gave to him. At least it felt real, even if it would end up not being so.

“I heard you scream. I-it’s okay. I’m here.”

Kip just looked at him, finally feeling the stinging of the tears in his eyes. His senses were slowly returning into the room, him into his own head, making at least a little bit of sense again. Cassidy’s hands on him, squeezing his arm slightly, making sure he was there. The tears staining Kip’s face, the salty taste on his lips actually making sense to him. His hands that he didn’t even realize had been squeezing the bed sheets so hard this entire time.

“I’m trying to help you, Kip.”

Hearing his name leaving Cassidy’s lips cracked something in him. Kip wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it made him swallow thickly, feeling the lump that had formed in his throat.

“If you can tell me what happened, I--”

“Please.”

Kip’s voice was barely above a whisper, followed by a sob he wasn’t able to hold back. Cassidy looked at him, clearly alarmed, not expecting this from Kip, the tear stained face twisting into some combination of pleading and comforted as Kip finally reached a hand towards him, fingertips barely gracing Cassidy’s cheek in a weak attempt to touch him.

“He… Help me. Please.”

Cassidy’s face softened into an understanding smile, him nodding his head just barely before Kip leaned closer, basically collapsing against him. Cassidy pulled him against his chest, one arm holding him close tightly as the other hand rubbed his back, gently hushing him as Kip broke down in sobs in his arms.

“I will. Don’t worry. I will.”

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #setting: belt corruption arc #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 2 months

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drain me of every memory

1,4k words hangman page/swerve strickland

im sleep deprived to hell and back but i couldnt sleep before i wrote this as i was finally struck with a vision i had to follow through. i also did not proofread this very carefully oops i have never written either of these two before so if they have terrible voices im so sorry also if this completely fucking sucks dont tell me please let me live in my tired ignorance lmao other than that i hope you enjoy it!! if its worth anything i'd love to know tho ;;

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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The night had absolutely not gone how he would have wanted. It was a very small comfort in Swerve’s mind that Hangman hadn’t managed to win either, that he was the one suffering the big loss in tonight's huge three-way match, but it clearly wasn’t enough to satisfy the need. The hunger he had to see the cowboy suffer even more, making him feel the pain of those opportunities he snatched away from Swerve with his little tricks.

It wasn’t difficult at all to seek him out later in the evening. They had all stayed around until the end of the main event, everyone wanted to give Sting that one big sendoff together, and Swerve had spied Hangman in the crowd among the rest of the roster in the building tonight, easily. To say that the man looked uneasy and disappointed was an understatement, no matter how much he tried to hide it beneath the mask of a celebration in the moment.

Even past the mass of people between them, Swerve could see that those eyes still weren’t quite right, as they hadn’t been for some time now.

He didn’t even bother to knock on the locker room door, thinking the worst that he could do was catch Hangman changing. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a locker room before, like he hadn’t seen almost everything this man had to offer, nothing that could faze him.

It wasn’t like they didn’t share an unspeakable bond created by a spur of a moment that they had to live with separately together with forever. A bond that was much more intimate than anything a naked eye could see.

A smirk tucked the corners of his lips as Swerve watched the confusion quickly take over the entire face of the blond, though the obvious anger quickly rose back on Hangman’s features. Maybe Swerve was able to see even a slight bit of embarrassment radiating from him, if he focused carefully enough.

“What the hell do you want?”

Swerve’s hands shot up, in both a defensive and calming manner, eyes never leaving Hangman and his obvious distress. “Calm down. I’m not here to wage more wars if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Yeah?” Swerve watched silently as Hangman stood up from his chair, staring daggers at him. “Well I’m not done with you, or afraid to kick your ass if I have to!”

“And fail at that task again? I doubt it.”

His calm demeanor was clearly agitating Hangman further, but the joy Swerve took in just watching his struggle to keep his emotions in check and his words coherent was immeasurable. Just seeing the small visual cues of Hangman’s eyes wandering as he tried to collect himself, hands squeezing into fists and opening up again, the way he almost, just almost wanted to start pacing the small room to calm himself down.

It was all almost too much, too good to be true. Too good to be a real thing he was witnessing with his own eyes, let alone causing.

“Well,” Swerve chuckled quietly, his low voice softly rumbling off the empty walls of the room around them. His hands dropped down again, finding comfort in the pockets of his jacket. “At least I’m not the one who lost that match out there. I think that gives me room to speak.”

That was the right button to push clearly, as Hangman’s eyes shot towards him again, narrowing almost dangerously as he closed the gap between the two men with just a few quick strides, both hands grabbing the front of Swerve’s jacket. He didn’t even flinch, just watched with a smirk as Hangman shook him slightly, his eyes burning with clear anger and frustration.

“Listen here, you little shit!” He wasn’t even trying to control the level of his voice anymore, the frustrations of the entire night pouring over in one fell swoop, manifesting out with a string of incoherent curses and hands trying to wildly shake the other man, whether to intimidate him or bring him to his senses, Swerve wasn’t sure. All he knew was that neither of those ideal options was working.

All Swerve needed to do, was to lean just a tiny bit closer to his face, to freeze Hangman on his tracks, quieting down, the sudden realization of how close they were washing over him. His eyes fixated on Swerve, who quite honestly looked like he was anything but hating this whole ordeal that he had once again managed to cause. Hands on him, his jacket, holding, pulling him close.

His first reaction was to look away, but Hangman clearly wasn’t done with him yet as the hands remained in their place, he just needed to collect himself to figure out how to proceed from here. Seeing his opening though, Swerve didn’t give him much time to think, soon a hand reaching for Hangman’s face, almost forcefully gripping his jaw, turning him back forward.

A soft blush dusted over the blond’s features. Just as Swerve had thought he briefly saw.

“What’s the matter?” His voice was taunting, clearly trying to push it even further than things had already advanced to. “I thought you said you weren’t done with me yet, cowboy.”

Hangman clearly struggled for words, mouth opening and closing without anything going in or coming out of it. His hands still had a tight grip of Swerve’s jacket, keeping him close even if neither would have wanted that, almost as if he was aware that if he let go, the situation would likewise disappear, slip away from his grip.

Swerve could see Hangman’s eyes wandering on his face, glancing down to his lips as Swerve licked them, almost as if giving him visual clues. Giving him ideas he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to act on them, to chase them, to realize them.

Thankfully there were two of them in the situation, as Swerve quickly closed the gap, pressing their lips together. Hangman let out almost a surprised gasp at the sudden touch, but it didn’t take a lot of persuading to pull him deeper into the feeling that he wasn’t going to admit that he had longed to feel for a while now. The blond’s grip almost tightened on Swerve’s jacket, just holding him close, holding his breath as he felt the pair of soft lips against his, first just as a peck, slowly going for something deeper, more meaningful.

As the curious tongue slipped into the mix to lick over his lips, any thoughts of resistance were officially gone from Hangman’s mind as he gave into the temptation, the soft, deep kiss of a cursed rival.

Hangman still held him close by the front of his jacket, afraid of letting go, of potentially wasting this opportunity. Opportunity to do what exactly, that he wasn’t so sure about. Swerve’s hand slipped from his jaw, up along it to brush a coil of rogue hair behind Hangman’s ear, finally slipping up his neck into his hair. He balled a good amount of his coils, giving it a firm, almost commanding tuck.

Hangman could feel Swerve smiling against his lips as he moaned quietly.

And almost as fast as the moment had begun, it was already over. Swerve pulled away with ease, leaving Hangman breathing heavily and chasing after those lips he wanted back onto him, but all he got back was a chuckle. The hand slipped away from his hair, grabbing a hold of his hand, still somewhat gently ripping it off from his jacket.

Hangman almost jumped as Swerve leaned back closer, lips brushing against his ear. A hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

“Maybe next time,” Swerve whispered to him, clear amusement in his voice over the state he had managed to put the other man in, “You actually try if you want to go for the gold.”

Hangman didn’t get a word out of his mouth, just watched, still stunned over the events that had transpired as Swerve finally fully pulled away, ripping himself away from the blond’s grip. Hands finding their way back into his pockets like before, Swerve just turned on his heels, heading out of the locker room without another word, without getting any resistance back.

At least Swerve had the mental victory over knowing whose name was living rent free in Hangman’s mind for the rest of the night.

#fic #character: hangman page #character: swerve strickland #ship: hangmanswerve #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 3 months

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be good (please)

834 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

includes biting. theres implications and hints to something more but nothing is actually mentioned or done its soft and sleepy and consensual but kip is needy and they have a dynamic i dont know what else to tell you

i also just occurred to me i never actually posted this here so in hopes of trying to keep this blog maybe alive hey heres a thing idk. its been in ao3 for a while now in case youre wondering lol

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Kip slowly came to, becoming aware of his surroundings. Feeling the cold, soft pillow underneath his head he slowly snuggled his face against it, letting out a quiet, dragging hum of content. He was teetering on the edge of falling back asleep when he felt a soft brush of a hand against his neck, erupting a soft breath from him as fingertips traced along the newly formed bruise on his skin.

“Kiiii-iiip.” He could hear the voice whispering into his ear, soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. Kip recognized it immediately, only responding with a little incoherent murmur, feeling a soft kiss being pressed against his cheek. “Good morning.”

Kip let out a sound somewhat resembling the same words, but he kept his eyes closed, just enjoying feeling Cassidy close by, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Kip lazily replied back to it, feeling Cassidy’s lips move around his face, leaving little tired kisses all over, finally trekking down to his jaw and along it onto his neck.

The quiet whine Kip let out against the touch immediately put him back to last night, reminding him exactly why he was feeling so sore against Cassidy’s soft shows of affection. Cassidy just chuckled at him quietly, pressing another soft kiss against the bruise on his neck to gather another whiny sound from Kip.

“Sorry.” Kip knew he didn’t mean that, his hot breath against his sore neck sending shivers down Kip’s spine. But he didn’t mind, just cautiously bit his lower lip as he felt Cassidy leaving a trail of kisses along his collarbone, feeling the tingling on his sore skin with every kiss. Kip was thankful Cassidy wasn’t pushing it on spots where he was already feeling overwhelmed, but at the same time something about it felt like he was just making him agonizingly wait until Cassidy reached a spot where he hadn’t been the night before.

Kip’s hand carefully reached for him, Cassidy stopping briefly as he felt Kip first cupping his cheek, slowly lifting his hand up into his hair. The blond didn’t stop him, feeling Kip direct him, just allowing the barely coherent Brit to move his head down, to his side.

“Here.” Kip’s voice was quiet, his hand running down to Cassidy’s neck, fingertips drawing soft circles against his skin, feeling the small goosebumps rising up there. “Please.”

He felt the soft kiss being pressed against the exposed skin of the side of his rib cage, the contact drawing a quiet whimper out of him, Kip feeling his breath catching up in his throat as Cassidy dug a little deeper, gently sinking his teeth into his skin. Kip’s hand carefully balled up in his hair, trying to steady his breathing to ease some of the delightful pain Cassidy was inflicting on his skin.

As his head lifted up, breaking the contact with his skin, Kip carefully moved his head a little bit lower, letting out the breath he had been holding.

“M-more.” He could feel Cassidy’s head turning in his hold, Kip just nodding his head a little to confirm to him that he did want this. “More. Please.”

Cassidy complied without a word, his lips back on his skin, drawing a soft moan out of Kip. He tried to keep it quiet, feeling Cassidy’s efforts of trying to keep things easy on him, to not push the boundaries too much. He was aware Kip was still barely awake, understanding what was happening and asking for them, but Cassidy was making sure he was as comfortable as possible, especially after what Cassidy had put him through the night before, just more softly continuing now where they had left off.

“Please.” The moan slipped out of him before Kip could stop him, feeling Cassidy’s teeth sink just a little bit deeper than he expected. The blond stopped for a moment, but feeling Kip’s hand in his head pushing him lower, asking him to continue, soon enough the sweet sensation of soft pain continued, drawing a whimper out of Kip.

Eventually pleased with his handiwork and the sounds that Kip was making, Cassidy lifted his head up, against Kip’s clear wishes of him continuing as the hand in his hair tried to push him back down, the blond carefully grabbed it, pulling it closer to press a little kiss on the back of it.

“Babe, if I keep going you won’t be able to move today. We still have to fly home.”

Kip whined something incoherent back to him, Cassidy leaning over to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“I promise you we can keep going when we get back. Can you be good until then?”

Kip finally fluttered his eyes open, looking at him with a soft blush dusted on his cheeks, nodding his head the best he could. Cassidy smiled back at him, leaning over for a much more passionate, deeper kiss, leaving Kip chasing after it as he pulled away again.

“Good. I love you.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 3 months

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just a quick psa to anyone that has sent in a request in the last.. year (lmao) that i didnt get to writing yet

i have just cleared the inbox entirely (i did screenshot and save everything tho, all 19 unreplied asks), and its unlikely im opening requests again any time soon, if at all. i might still write the ones i saved before deletion, but i cant guarantee anything (outside of one that i have already started and will definitely finish at some point for sure because of reasons)

if this upsets you, i need to stress that these were requests and i never was or am under any obligation to finish these. i get it that oh it sucks, but as long as its just me taking fun free ideas in my free time, i can do whatever i want. and no this wasnt caused by a single request i didnt wanna do or anything like that, my mental health is in the fucking gutter and watching these linger in my inbox gives me intense amounts of anxiety and like said, some of these were very old which just adds to it. so its time for them to go, and in the name of some sort of fairness, it means all of them are gonna go

sorry for the inconvenience

#non-writing

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underratedandoverit · 3 months

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It's Not Your Story To Write

~4,4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

angst, (emotional) hurt/comfort, but with a more content ending. set post january 26th rampage

poured this out of my brain a couple of days ago with everything thats been going on and then some. just trying to make sense of most of my own thoughts and feelings with this tbh, and i like reflecting through making kip suffer so. theres that

also cause the ending of that four way match on rampage really fucked with me at a time i was extremely sensitive to that kind of a disappointment and kip was a disgustingly upset and sad little creature.. yeah. theres a part of that too

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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Rolling onto the apron, Kip winced as he pulled himself together for long enough to sit up. The music he was hearing was most definitely not his own, once again much to his utter disappointment. The crowd was cheering, though obviously for the fan favorite winner of the match, but instead in Kip’s fractured mind, this was a targeted, hateful attack on him and they were happy about his loss more than anything else.

Kip watched as his friends retreated from the ringside, without him, more focused on one another, as if he truly was the villain in this story. Maybe in a sense he was, after all Kip had been the one to start trying to win the match for himself, despite forming a temporary alliance in a match where there were effectively no teams. Maybe he deserved this, maybe their actions and reactions were justified.

All Kip knew in the moment though was the pain all over his body, and the disappointed looks glancing past him towards the ring, clearly more upset that Butcher hadn’t picked up the win either than the fact that Kip had been the one getting pinned.

For better or worse, soon enough his mind was wiped clean from the hazing thoughts of pain though, as Kip watched all of a sudden the International champion stride down the ramp very unceremoniously. Just like his friends, Cassidy acted like Kip didn’t exist, eyes only locked inside the ring where his next challenger for the following night was currently holding his victory celebrations.

Kip averted his eyes, hanging his head in shame. The crowd’s cheers for their champion were more like bloody screeches in his ears. All he wanted to do was leave, get out, get up and walk away. And yet he stayed, just a moment too long, stealing a glance towards Cassidy as he pulled the title belt out of that cursed backpack of his.

That’s when it became too much.

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“Hey.”

Kip ignored the voice, only continuing to pack his gear away. He was more or less working on autopilot, just going through the motions, trying his best not to think about anything. He just wanted to get the night over with, to return back to the hotel, to get some sleep, and fly home the next morning. That’s all he wanted, nothing more and nothing less.

Unfortunately for him, the way the hand brushed up against the small of his back made his shudder against his will, leaving the breath stuck in his throat.

Kip wanted to scream. Inside his head he already was, but there was no way for him to verbalize it at the moment. He didn’t want to cause a scene, he didn’t want to let his emotions get the better of him at a time and in a place like this. The hand tried to gently snake its way around his waist, only for Kip to almost too masterfully dodge it as he leaned down to zip up his suitcase, eyes finally, although briefly, landing on Cassidy for the first time since he had entered the locker room as Kip stood back up.

“I’ll see you at the hotel.”

He didn’t give Cassidy a chance to reply, picking his suitcase up and kicking it on the move, footsteps almost too hurried for the rest of his body to keep up with as Kip basically dashed his way out of the locker room. On one hand he was surprised, maybe even a little bit hurt, that Cassidy didn’t even try to stop him, but on the other, it was nice to have a little bit of breathing room again, at least for a little while.

He knew eventually he would have to face Cassidy about his behavior. Not that it was probably going to be that much of a surprise what was going on in his head if Kip was being honest, he was rather easy to read, but that didn’t mean he was looking forward to it. Quite the opposite, actually. While talking with Cassidy had admittedly become easier for him over time, at the same time sometimes Kip just wasn’t quite sure what to expect from him. What kind of a reaction, what kind of words.

Especially so when it came to highly emotional situations such as this.

He was able to breathe a little bit easier as Kip sat behind the wheel of the rental car in the parking garage of the arena, taking in the deafening silence for a while. For the first time since he had entered the building that night, it finally felt like time was standing still around him, and Kip was able to relax a little, even if only for a few seconds. The pressure on him to do well tonight, and then failing that simple goal at the end of the night, was admittedly getting to him, forcing Kip to stop for a moment to just sit there and try to steady his breathing.

Maybe he was used to being the one that made others look good. Maybe he was used to doing as he was told, to give his chances to others that people deemed better deserving of them than he was. Maybe Kip had worked himself into a corner where he could do nothing but keep repeating the same loop, over and over again, without finding a way to exit it anymore. Maybe even if he would have gotten to that title match, he would have just lost it all over again, as seemed to be the destiny for him by now.

If only he had gotten that far. If only.

Kip didn’t even notice he was shaking until after he had stepped inside the hotel room. Time around him was a haze, he could barely remember the drive back from the arena. Maybe he shouldn’t have left all by himself, it was probably a small miracle he managed to get himself here in one piece.

Kip closed the door behind him, staring at the bed across the room. Queen size. Made for two people.

A very familiar lump was back in his throat when he thought about who he needed to share that bed with tonight.

He left the suitcase in the middle of the floor, not really caring about it as he headed to the bathroom. The lights flickered on, Kip trying not to pay attention to them as he ran the faucet, pooling cold water on his hands, watching it drip over the edges of his palms. He could barely feel it, everything outside his skin felt alien. It had never gotten this bad before, he had to admit that to himself, and even scarier than that to him was the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure what was causing it.

Pushing the thoughts to the side for a split second, Kip splashed his face with the cold water, only to lift his face up to meet himself in the mirror. The smudged makeup he hadn’t had the time to remove before leaving was slowly running down his face with the cold droplets of water, making him wince. It wasn’t an unusual look for him, but tonight it felt like it was filled with much more unwanted emotions than the nights before. Kip quickly looked away, leaning down to fully wash his face, making sure to get rid of every brush of a makeup pen that had made him the Kip Sabian that was inside that ring tonight.

After he was finally happy with the results, Kip shut off the faucet, stopping to carefully listen as he dried off his face. It didn’t sound like Cassidy had gotten back yet, a fact that Kip confirmed as he walked out of the bathroom a moment later, finding the hotel room still occupying nothing but an empty bed and his suitcase. The silence was both a welcomed friend at his time of need, but also a grim reminder that eventually he would have to face the music. Kip knew Cassidy wasn’t just going to let him walk this one off, try as hard as he might.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Kip intensely stared at the door, like he was mentally trying to will it open. Maybe getting this over with sooner than later was the solution he needed to his problem, but the wave of relief washing over him as nothing seemed to happen and nobody walked through the door during the time he sat there, being swallowed by the silence and his own thoughts, was telling him a whole different story. Kip finally broke eye contact with the closed door, proceeding to strip himself down only to his underwear to prepare for bed; getting properly changed was requiring energy that he just didn’t have at hand.

Plus, in the end, what did it really even matter?

Kip didn’t remember crawling into bed and under the blankets, but he had apparently done so and fallen in some sort of a state of sleep, as he came to as the bed shifted underneath him carefully. He could hear the blankets shuffling, a familiar warmth suddenly so close to him, a breath almost tickling his exposed neck, that he had to hold himself back from wanting to lean away from it.

“…Kip?”

The voice was a whisper, but Kip recognized it immediately. Not that it was hard for him to know who was sneaking into bed with him in the middle of the night, but having that confirmation felt at least a little bit nice. If for nothing else, than to confirm that Kip was awake, and this wasn’t a worse nightmare than the one he was trapped in in the real life.

Then again, maybe it being someone else than Cassidy would have been better.

As Kip didn’t respond, trying to pretend he was still asleep, Cassidy settled down on his side of the bed, Kip now being way too aware of how close he was. He could feel the body heat coming off the other man, even with the blankets between the two of them, soon enough feeling a soft tuck of the edge of his blanket as Cassidy’s hand snuck underneath it, obviously trying to get that comforting feeling of closeness that they usually had in this kind of a sleeping arrangement.

Only when the fingers brushed against Kip’s side, he flinched away from them on instinct.

Time froze inside the hotel room, Kip staring into the darkness with his eyes wide open, feeling like his heart was going to stop from the volume it was beating right there and then. He didn’t intend to make Cassidy aware that he was awake, let alone give him signals like this. The hand didn’t try to reach for him again, but Kip heard him shuffling a little bit on his spot, feeling the weight on the bed shift again as Cassidy sat up. Kip could feel the eyes staring at the back of his head, trying to burn holes into it, trying to gaze deep into the depths of his mind to figure out what was going on. He was biting his lower lip so hard to stay quiet, afraid he might actually bite through it. He could taste the iron in his mouth, fearing the red blood droplets that might fall and stain the pure white hotel room pillow cases.

“Kip?”

He still didn’t respond, this time being out of words. He couldn’t explain it to Cassidy, not here, not now. He didn’t want to, he probably couldn’t have even if he tried. All the disappointments of the day, the pain, the suffering, the humiliation. It was all too much to put into words that he could simply say in the middle of the night in a dark hotel room he was sharing with his boyfriend.

“Hey. It’s okay.” He knew that tone, Kip had heard it a million times before. As comforting as it was, as it was trying to be, it made him want to throw up. The anxiety rising in him, Kip knew what was coming next, him not being able to hold back his words no matter how hard he tried.

“Don’t touch me.”

Despite not seeing it, Kip could feel the hand that reached out for him freeze in midair, trying to decide whether to respect his request or to follow through with an attempt of comfort. Kip was waiting for it, a hand to land on his shoulder, give it a rub, pull him closer, tell him it was okay. They had done this dance multiple times before, Cassidy knew him, he knew Kip might have said one thing but meant the other.

But something about tonight was different. Maybe Cassidy could feel it too. Maybe there was a method to this madness, a truth to those words as Kip heard him moving again. Kip didn’t turn around to observe, he only listened, trying to put the pieces together as the bedding was shuffled around, the weight of Cassidy leaving the bed, the familiar warmth disappearing from his side. He fully expected Cassidy to walk around the bed to confront him, but much to Kip’s surprise nothing of such happened. Instead, the sounds died down after a while, forcing him out of sheer curiosity to glance over his shoulder, as if he was able to see anything in the dark room.

All he could see was the blanket covered shoulder and back of Cassidy’s who had now taken a spot on the couch.

Kip carefully settled back down, trying to steady his breathing as he was slowly calming down, at the same time both enjoying and despising the space he had been given now. He pulled the blanket tighter against him, wrapping his own arms around himself as he slowly curled up, hoping being in his own company would bring him the comfort he needed right now.

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Kip jolted up as the hotel room door slammed shut, scaring him awake. The wide eyes scanned the room around him before finally landing on Cassidy standing awkwardly by the door, a clearly apologetic look on his face, obviously having not planned on being so loud it was waking him up. Kip relaxed a little at the unhurried look the blond was giving him, knowing this wasn’t someone trying to throw him out of the room for sleeping in, but at the same time him registering Cassidy standing there brought the lump back in his throat as the memories of last night quickly flooded his mind.

He quickly looked away as he registered the soft smile lingering on Cassidy’s lips, feeling like he didn’t deserve it after everything that had been said and done.

“You slept so deeply I didn’t want to wake you up.” Kip just nodded a little at his words, hugging the blanket against his chest tight enough to make his arms tingle with pain. From the corner of his eye he saw Cassidy moving, walking up to him but focusing on something on the side, Kip eventually seeing him put a cardboard cup of coffee and a sandwich on the nightstand next to him before he moved away again. “I got you breakfast. They had your favorite.”

He wanted to say ‘thank you’, he wanted to reach out and apologize. To do or say something, anything. Instead Kip just watched Cassidy walk away from him, leaving him to stare at the food left at arms reach for him. It was a small gesture, a simple thought, and yet it made Kip feel like he didn’t deserve it either.

“Here.” Kip jumped a little, eyes shooting towards the voice, watching Cassidy hand a shirt in his direction. Kip looked at it for a moment, but as he didn’t move, Cassidy just slowly lowered it on the bed next to him. Kip’s eyes followed it, brows slightly furrowing as he didn’t recognize it, knowing he didn’t really own white shirts and hadn’t packed those for this trip at all, Cassidy easily catching onto his confusion. “I couldn’t get your bag open, so it’s one of mine. I just… Think you might want to be more dressed for this conversation.”

Yeah, the lump was definitely in his throat again. Kip knew exactly what he meant, he could feel Cassidy trapping him in the mental corner with this, knowing he wasn’t going to leave this room, let alone this bed without finally telling the other man what was going on with him.

Slowly Kip reached for the shirt, untangling it and pulling it over his head. A small smile tucked the corner of his lips as he glanced down at it as he straightened it down. An Orange Cassidy shirt. He wanted to laugh, but maybe that would have been inappropriate.

The bed shifted next to him, soon after Kip felt a hand landing on his leg that was hiding underneath the blanket. His eyes moved onto it, watching as Cassidy gently rubbed his thigh through the blanket, giving it a small, comforting squeeze. He knew that was a thing that usually helped Kip calm down, to signal to him that everything was okay or at least going to be okay, no matter what.

Usually Kip believed him, but in this very moment that just felt impossible to him.

“This is about last night, isn’t it?”

Kip just stared at his hand, watching Cassidy’s fingers gently tap against his leg. He quietly continued as Kip didn’t answer back to him. “…Or more importantly, it’s about tonight.”

Kip didn’t even need to say anything to confirm it, they both knew how correct Cassidy was. Maybe Kip didn’t talk about his disappointments that often, but Cassidy saw how it was eating him alive, getting progressively worse over time as things kept repeating. Loss after loss, and especially so when Kip lost a match that might have led to the two of them facing one another, be it for the title or not. Those were always the nights Cassidy saw him having the most difficult time adjusting, and combined with how he saw Kip at ringside after the match last night specifically despite seeming like he wasn’t paying him any attention, it wasn’t too hard to put two and two together.

“You really wanted it to be you. And I wanted it to be you, too. I really did.”

The breath Kip took in was so much shakier than he expected it to be that it almost scared him. He wasn’t sure if it was a result of Cassidy seeing through him so easily, his feelings being ripped out of him and hung up on display for both of them to see, or something completely different. All he knew that everything Cassidy had just said, even if it wasn’t a lot, was correct. Whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“You just --”

“Stop.”

Cassidy’s hand stopped, Kip not daring to look up at him. He could feel the confused look given to him, he could hear it in the way Cassidy’s steady breathing changed. The second squeeze given to his thigh didn’t feel comforting anymore, it was more confused than anything else.

“I…” His voice trailed off, Kip trying to find a way to arrange his thoughts into something that made sense. Cassidy was right in what he was saying, the things he was assuming, but it went deeper than that. Deeper than just wanting to be the one challenging for the title tonight. He just wasn’t sure at all how to explain it, the things he was feeling about this, about all of this.

“I… I did want it to be me. I really did.” He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes for a moment as Kip could feel the tears stinging already. He was surprised it took this long for them to start forming, that he hadn’t shed them last night while he was alone, be it in the car or the hotel room. “I-I. I just don’t think it’s meant to be.”

Cassidy watched him, simply just observed. It was slightly uncomfortable for Kip to be stared at like that, even if he wasn’t returning the look, feeling the pressure of continuing to talk now that he had started. Obviously he had more to say, more words to explain himself, his feelings, the situation, but it was still hard to make it all make sense, even for himself.

“I try so hard.” Before Kip could stop it, he felt the first tear roll down his cheek. He inhaled sharply, but resisted the urge to wipe it away. Cassidy had already without a doubt seen it, so what was the point of trying to hide it. “I-I try. And it’s never enough.”

The second tear rolling down his cheek made Cassidy reach out, his hand gently cupping Kip’s chin, lifting his head up. It was still forceful, but Kip managed to finally look directly at him, opening the floodgates even more upon seeing the equally sad smile crossing Cassidy’s lips.

“You’re always enough for me.”

“That’s not the point.” Kip didn’t intend to snap at him, but he couldn’t stop the words. His eyes shot away, head turning to the side, feeling Cassidy’s hand slowly disappearing from his face as Kip bashfully returned to staring down at his lap. “That’s… I love you, but that’s not good enough for me. That’s not what this is about.”

Kip sniffled quietly, breaking the suffocating silence before it had a chance to fully settle in the room. “I’m… I’m just stuck. It feels like I’m cursed. Cursed to never succeed, to never do anything meaningful. My career is at a standstill. I want to do more but I… I can’t. Every single thing, no matter how small, always fails.”

Cassidy nodded a little. In a sense he understood it all, having not only seen this from the sidelines happening for pretty much as long as he had known Kip, but also in his own way having to deal with similar things himself. He remained from saying it out loud though, giving Kip the space he required especially now that he had started to verbalize those tormenting thoughts that had pushed him so far away from Cassidy and his shows of affection last night.

“Seeing everyone else be celebrated and getting those opportunities just… Gets to me, sometimes. A-And,” Kip stuttered a bit, biting his lower lip as he tried to compose himself, already feeling the tension and hurt his words would bring up, but he was forcing himself to speak them out loud. He had to, if he ever wanted to clear the air around this topic. “And seeing… You. I’m, I’m just…”

Cassidy leaned closer, arms wrapping around Kip. He didn’t pull him closer, he didn’t exactly hug him, he just held the Brit close as Cassidy buried his face into his shoulder. Kip allowed the action this time, feeling one hand carefully rubbing his back, finally finding that touch comforting again. Cassidy had this kind of an effect on him, try as hard as Kip might to not let it get to him when he didn’t want it to.

“I don’t want to hate you,” Kip whispered, his voice shaking, Cassidy just nodding against his shoulder. “A-and I don’t. But sometimes it’s just… Really hard to be the lesser one.”

“I hate it too,” Cassidy mumbled into his shoulder, Kip nodding in turn. “I don’t want you to feel this way. I’m sorry I can’t do anything to change it.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Kip could feel Cassidy finally giving him a little squeeze, pulling him just slightly bit closer to himself. Kip gave in to the feeling, the comfort that was finally settling between the two of them now that things were being said out in the open, letting his arms wrap up around Cassidy’s waist as well, letting him closer to close the gap between them. Feeling Cassidy against his chest finally increased his heart rate, but for once Kip didn’t mind. It wasn’t a sound either of them was unfamiliar with.

“I wish I didn’t feel this way.” Kip leaned down to Cassidy’s shoulder, using it to wipe the freshly formed tears from his face. “You don’t deserve it. I-I mean my feelings. You deserve what you have. I--”

“Shh.” Kip could feel a hand run from his back into his hair, Cassidy gently brushing through it as he hushed him, lulling Kip into the most comfortable position he had been in the past day at least. He fully leaned into the touch, finally allowing himself to melt against the other man, the feelings of warmth and safety along with the words he had for his feelings bubbling out in a series of sobs from him. “I understand. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t even need to apologize, they both knew it, they both knew it wasn’t Cassidy’s fault. But they both just accepted it, those two little words making dealing with everything just a little bit easier in the moment. It gave them the understanding that they were mutually dealing with this, even if only one of them was suffering, but how it was still hurting them both. Maybe Cassidy more through Kip’s actions and feelings, but neither of them dared to say it out loud. It wasn’t a conversation to be had here, maybe not ever.

“I love you,” Kip finally broke the silence that was filled with nothing but his sobs for a while, feeling Cassidy lift his head up from his shoulder. Kip pulled away slightly, for the first time initiating eye contact on purpose, seeing the soft smile playing on the blond’s lips. “I-I love you so much.”

Cassidy brushed his hand through Kip’s hair again before leaning closer, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. Kip didn’t try to dodge it, this time he was fully ready for every touch Cassidy was giving to him, almost craving them and the comfort they brought to him now. He was still slightly hesitant to reply back to the kiss, but eventually did so, letting them both stay in the moment a little while longer before Cassidy broke it apart, leaning his forehead against Kip as he caught his breath with a few sobbing hiccups.

“I love you too,” Cassidy offered him a smile, feeling Kip’s head nodding. “We can do this. Together. I promise I’m not leaving you behind. Ever.”

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 3 months

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You Have My Heart

973 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just a sweet, cute, fluffy moment. its slightly spicy at first but it turns sweet really fast. thats pretty much all, i just needed kip in this position to say "i love you" 💜

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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He didn’t stop the hands messing with his shirt buttons, Kip just watching them being opened and him being stripped out of his shirt with a familiar ease. As soon as Cassidy threw the piece of clothing to the side, his hands were on Kip’s exposed chest, pushing him down against the bed. The Brit didn’t resist at all, allowing the blond to straddle his waist with ease, leaning down for a kiss.

The hands brushed up his chest, briefly cupping Kip’s cheeks before continuing up into his hair. He let out a needy whine against the touch, feeling Cassidy smiling into the kiss, refusing Kip to get in a word or a moment to think as he deepened the kiss, pressing Kip harder against the mattress.

Kip had to be honest, tonight he wasn’t entirely sure what he had done to get Cassidy this invested in him. It wasn’t anything unusual that their nights together ended like this, but more often than not he had at least made an effort to push the blond’s buttons, to get himself put into a situation like this. Today he hadn’t even tried, and yet here they were. Cassidy’s tongue deep in his mouth, Kip unable to make a single protest about getting topped like this, being played by Cassidy as his hands ran through Kip’s hair, knowing the sensation was overwhelming to him at moments like this.

Only after Cassidy broke apart the kiss and moved his lips along Kip’s jaw line, hands grabbing the hold of his hands as he pinned them down above Kip’s head like this was a practiced nightly routine, he was able to let out a sound resembling actual words.

“Clementine…”

Cassidy smiled against his skin, pressing a quick little kiss against his neck, knowing it being Kip’s favorite spot. The moan he got back made him raise his head up, smiling down at Kip’s hazy look. He was already losing control.

“Yeah? You want something?”

Kip nodded his head, watching as Cassidy stole a quick kiss from his lips before stopping to hover over his face, clearly waiting for him to continue. It wasn’t odd for Kip to ask him something in these situations, the rare part was for Cassidy to actually give him what he wanted, when he wanted it. It would happen eventually, of course, as it always did, but only after Cassidy had decided Kip had deserved it and they had played this game of making him weak and begging for long enough.

“I…”

The words disappeared from his mind, Kip just staring back at him. Cassidy tilted his head, looking more curious than anything. It wasn’t unusual that Kip was at a loss of words when put in this position, but this time something felt different. Instead of Kip being stuck in a spot where his mind was reeling so fast he couldn’t keep up with it and the over stimulation, he seemed to be actually carefully thinking what he wanted to say tonight.

Cassidy clicked his tongue at him as the silence continued.

“Maybe I should kiss you a little more until you make up your mind, hmm?”

Kip hesitantly nodded again, Cassidy leaning in. Lips pressing against his, it was almost as if the words were suddenly in Kip’s mouth, finally free from his throat, ready to be let out.

“I,” he started between the kisses, Cassidy pulling slightly away to give him the space to free his thoughts. “I-I. I love you.”

The blond froze for a second, Kip almost afraid he had said the wrong thing as he saw the intense eyes widening at him for a moment. As fast as it happened though the expression was gone from Cassidy’s face, being replaced by a content, soft smile as he pulled away, retreating his hands from Kip’s as Cassidy cupped his face.

“…Do you mean that?”

Kip blinked blankly at him a few times, the suddenly softer atmosphere landing into the room swallowing him and his mind for a moment. The way Cassidy shifted from wanting to mess him up so badly to melting at his words, those three simple words, was almost so fast it was giving Kip a severe whiplash.

He nodded his head again finally.

“O-of course I do.” The words were struggling to come out of his mouth again, a soft blush creeping its way on his face as Kip felt Cassidy brush his thumbs over his cheeks, looking down at him with a sweet smile crossing his entire face. “I… I just…”

“I’ve never heard you say that here before.”

Kip didn’t have time to reply to him as Cassidy leaned in for a kiss. A much softer than the ones before that, but filled with just as much passion and love for him as always. As Cassidy finally pulled away, Kip had to take a moment to get his mind to be coherent again. It wasn’t unusual, but something about it felt just a little bit different than before. Good, but different.

“I love you too.” Cassidy’s voice was barely louder than a whisper as he leaned his forehead against Kip’s, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, as if trying to remember the Brit’s scent in the moment. “And I…”

It was odd for Cassidy to be at a loss of words in their intimate moments like this, making a quick shot of panic run through Kip, thinking he had done or said something wrong. But those fears were quickly wiped away, as if Cassidy was able to read the fears from his mind, as he softly chuckled, pressing a quick peck on Kip’s lips, one that he subconsciously tried to chase after.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I will do anything. For you. I promise.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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Some Nights I Dream Of You (And I Regret It)

~1,4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. so uh. this started as what i wanted to call "soulmates as horror", but i dont think if thats in the end an accurate thing to describe this with, so im going to use that at some point later. but definitely in the same spirit as this cause. yeah

warnings; mentions of bodily harm, implied body horror, angst, nightmares, unreality. nothing is super explicit and things are much more just implied than actually shown or anything, apart from the final one so a slight warning for purposefully breaking someones finger. other than thats its very much just between the lines, but if the idea of body parts being potentially removed or such bothers you, even as an obscured idea, this probably isnt a very nice read

kip is also jealous and possessive, just generally an asshole dont worry about it

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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“Oh, Clementine…”

The sing songy voice reaching his ears, it was almost as if Cassidy snapped out of some sort of a trance, maybe even sleep. His head bounced up, senses sharpened, eyes opened.

Except that he didn’t see anything. Everything was dark, wherever he looked was nothing but pitch black. He couldn’t even see shadows moving around him, it was nothing but darkness.

But Cassidy was so sure he had opened his eyes. He could feel himself blinking. There was nothing on his face, nothing obscuring his vision. And yet.

He couldn’t see anything.

“Clementine.”

The voice was a hot whisper against his ear, making him shiver. Except nothing moved. Cassidy could feel his body reacting to the voice, the sound, the mockingly charming nickname he had gotten so used to. He knew it belonged to him, he recognized the lips that single word fell from. Almost too intimately so.

He just couldn’t make a single move to respond to it, despite not feeling any restrictions on his body. He couldn’t turn his head away from it, not come face to face with it. A hand didn’t move to reach closer, no feet would take him away. Just…

Nothing.

“What’s the matter?”

Cassidy didn’t respond. It wasn’t a matter of not having anything to say, he just simply couldn’t. He tried opening his mouth, but just like every other action, it seemed futile. No matter how much he willed himself to do so, his lips stayed sealed, as if controlled by some power outside of his own. He couldn’t make a single noise, no protest, not even to agree to whatever he was saying, deny that anything was wrong.

Something was wrong, and Cassidy couldn’t tell him.

“Are you… Having some difficulties?”

The mild British accent was slowly driving him up the wall. Cassidy could visualize it in his mind, Kip watching him struggling, a smirk tucking in the corner of his mouth. The look Cassidy hated. Despised. Kip just enjoying seeing him not being able to hold the situation together, failing to answer to him, to respond to his taunts.

He knew Kip was enjoying every second of this, whatever it was that he was struggling with, and savoring the sight.

“Oh,” he heard Kip sigh, feeling a soft gust of cold air brushing against what Cassidy assumed to be an exposed skin, feeling like alongside the back of his neck. “The little darling is struggling. How tragic.”

Cassidy wanted to answer him, so badly, but he simply couldn’t. Words couldn’t leave his mouth, even if they were yelling at maximum volume inside his head. He wanted to call Kip a coward, to stop doing whatever this was, to let him go. Cassidy might have not been sure in the moment what exactly was going on, but with each passing second, soft, teasing little touches against his skin, Kip’s clearly satisfied tone, it was more and more obvious that he was behind it, whatever it was.

“That is fine,” Kip finally stated, Cassidy feeling a hand brushing through his hair. The way it carded through his coils was clearly mocking, making him want to break through his state even more, to tell him to stop, that it was becoming too much. “I like you better when you don’t fight back anyway.”

The hand moved from his hair to the back of his neck, the fingertips slowly trailing past the side of the neck, just underneath the ear to his jaw. The way they moved so slowly and felt like they flicked every single hair of his beard was agonizing.

“You don’t have to fight anymore.” Cassidy could have sworn he heard the smile on Kip’s voice, despite not seeing it, despite being surrounded with nothing but darkness. His fingers stopped at Cassidy’s chin, giving it a few soft taps before brushing over his lips. “You are free now. To just be mine. And mine alone.”

The hand suddenly left his face, leaving Cassidy alone with just the lack of his own senses again. He felt an almost frantic need to get that touch back, no matter how much he also hated it. Kip was playing with him, playing with his prey, but there was something so comforting in it at the same time. A familiarity that was a welcomed taste in the darkness Cassidy was currently floating in, without anything he could do about it on his own.

He tried to fight it. Blinking his eyes, not recovering his vision. Trying to tell Kip to stop, not having a mouth to open or voice to speak out loud the words that were so loud in his head. No hand to reach for him, to beg him to come back, to give Cassidy something coherent and tangible to hold onto.

Nothing. He had nothing. He could do nothing.

He was completely at Kip’s mercy.

“Although I’m… I am sorry, Clementine.”

Cassidy felt a shiver running down his spine, followed by a hand landing on what he assumed to be his. The touch was burning hot against his skin, what he presumed to be his skin at least. It felt comforting, but still distant, as if he was experiencing it secondhand somehow. An out of body experience.

“I admit I may have overdone this a bit.”

The fingers tapped against the back of his hand a little bit, every tap feeling like it had enough force behind it to shatter his bones to pieces. Cassidy wanted to scream, let out the pain, but once again, nothing. He couldn’t do anything, just bear the feeling of Kip’s fingers slowly lacing with his, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“I just didn’t like the way you looked at anyone else. I had to do something before you would… Change your mind.”

Cassidy blinked. Or he would have, if it would have been possible.

“I couldn’t let you do that. To change your mind. About this.”

The second squeeze on his hand was much stronger, and after Kip locked it in he didn’t let go.

“About us.”

His voice lowered with the words, matching the grip he had on Cassidy’s hand. The pain shot through him, but once again nothing moved. He couldn’t react to it, couldn’t resist it, all Cassidy could do was let Kip lead this dance, and follow helplessly along while Kip did seemingly whatever it was that he wanted to do in the moment.

“I might have to do something about you feeling others too.” It was almost as if Kip was pondering his words out loud, rather than giving out a statement he might have wanted Cassidy’s opinion on too. He moved the hand in his, observing what Cassidy felt like was a pile of broken bones at this point, even though it wasn’t possible that Kip simply holding his hand was going to cause that kind of damage to him. But it sure felt like it. “Your hands are… So beautiful. I don’t want anyone else holding them but me.”

Kip’s other hand joined in grabbing his hand, fingertips trailing along the back of his fingers. Without warning he grabbed a hold of the ring finger, bending it as far backwards as he possibly could, letting it audibly snap.

Cassidy winced. He could finally let out a scream, pull his hand away.

He heard Kip cackling at him as he stumbled backwards, tripping on something, getting swallowed by the darkness again.

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Cassidy’s head snapped up from the pillow, forcing him to sit up, taking in a sharp breath. It took him a moment to stop his heart from racing, to focus back in the real world, into the dark bedroom at the late hours of the night. He closed his eyes, quickly opening them again, making sure that he was awake and being able to see this time.

Everything felt real again, helping Cassidy ease his breathing as he wiped a hand over his face and through his hair as he confirmed all of that had just been another nightmare.

Feeling the bed shifting by his side a little, his eyes shot towards it, watching as Kip just rolled from one side to another, still fast asleep. Cassidy inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. It was just a dream. Another one of the never ending nightmares.

As real as it felt, he knew that Kip didn’t want anything bad to him. Not anymore, at least.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #setting: belt corruption arc #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 4 months

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Afterhours

~2k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i have no explanation or excuse for this really. it just kinda happened. the new kip photo did me in really badly and yeah he obviously needs to be punished for it a little bit lmao

its technically not spicy, nothing really happens. theres some making out. some biting. oc is very possessive. this happens in the shower. uuuuh fade to black before anything really mature or explicit happens. and kip says fuck once. i think thats all? its like all smoke but no actual fire as i like to describe these things i do lmao

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Kip sighed, trying to close the hotel room door as quietly as possible. The night had dragged on far later than he had wanted or originally planned, but when work called, it just couldn’t be helped, he had to participate. Kip just really didn’t prefer it after a long travel and show day, especially when he could have spent the evening with Cassidy instead.

A little smile crossed Kip’s lips as he spotted the figure on the bed in the dark room, Cassidy not reacting to him entering into the room, clearly being asleep already. Kip parked his suitcase by the bathroom door, carefully opening it and fishing out some fresh clothes he could sleep in before retreating into the bathroom.

He flicked on the lights after closing the door, wincing a little at the sudden bright lights, following with a roll of the eyes at his reflection. While the makeup and hair crew had helped him to perfect the look for tonight and the photo shoot that followed, that also meant many more layers and products on his skin and hair than he usually wore, making Kip incredibly aware of the fact that he was caked in things that he needed to wash away before he could even think about sleeping comfortably, let alone next to someone else.

Kip dropped the pile of clothes from his hands to the counter, double checking his reflection again. Eyeliner needed to be gone, same with the eye shadow. He just in general needed to wash his face. The hairspray was showing on a few lone, thick strands of hair sticking out of place, making it very clear that sleeping with it was going to make washing it in the morning an absolute pain.

He turned around, hand reaching for one of the bath towels hanging on the door, throwing it on the counter as well. Kip would have much rather just went to bed directly, but if he didn’t take care of all of this right now, it was going to be even worse come next morning. He sighed, stripping out of his clothes with ease, knowing that just taking a quick shower was going to be so much easier than trying to get himself cleaned over the sink.

Kip stepped in the shower, closing the curtain after him, turning on the water. Feeling the quickly warming droplets against his exposed skin made him hum quietly as a wave of content washed him over, Kip leaning his head forward to let the water run on his head and through his hair, hoping it would make getting rid of the wax and hairspray at least a little bit easier.

Kip jumped a little as he heard the bathroom door close suddenly, but the surprise was soon replaced with a soft smile as he remembered who was staying in the room with him. He reached for the shower curtain, pulling it to the side slightly, peeking his head out of the shower to spot the sleepy looking Cassidy standing in the bathroom, looking back at him yawning and rubbing his eye.

“Did I wake you? Sorry babe, I’m just taking a quick shower, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Leaning back into the shower Kip pulled the curtain back to place, hand reaching for the shampoo bottle sitting on the shelf by the shower. He wasn’t really a fan of hotel provided care products, but in a pinch like this it was fine, as long as it got rid of the things in his hair. As he poured the shampoo out of the bottle into his hand, as soon as he brushed it into his hair Kip heard the shower curtain shuffling behind him, making the Brit turn around just in time to watch Cassidy climb into the already rather cramped space with him.

“Cle-clementine?” If his surprise wasn’t so obvious by the blush creeping up his cheeks very fast, his stammering voice sure was. Cassidy just smiled at him, that still slightly sleepy sweet smile that Kip loved seeing so much, before he leaned in for a quick kiss, hands carefully directing Kip as Cassidy turned him back around, back towards him. Before Kip could question him after silently following his confusing directions, he could feel the pair of familiar hands slipping into his hair, carefully starting to run through the wet strands, slowly massaging his scalp.

“Let me help you a little,” Cassidy whispered as he leaned closer, pressing a quick little kiss to the back of Kip’s ear. The Brit felt a shiver run up his spine, coming out of his mouth as a soft moan as he almost forced his eyes closed, trying to focus on the hands in his hair, the fingertips gently drawing circles on his skin. The shower water suddenly felt much warmer than before against his body.

“How’s that?” Kip just whined back at him a little, Cassidy quietly chuckling as he pressed another kiss on his skin, this time on his shoulder. “You like that, don’t you?”

Kip nodded his head, hearing the smile in Cassidy’s voice as the blond hummed quietly, hands slightly pushing his head forward. Kip followed the movement, allowing his head to be pushed under the shower, letting Cassidy to remain in control as he thoroughly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, just letting Kip stand there and enjoy the care taking.

Unfortunately for Kip though, that wasn’t all Cassidy was going to let him enjoy as when he finished the rinsing process, his hands easily slipped back into Kip’s hair with the far too familiar, almost comforting possessiveness. Trapping some loose curls between his fingers, Cassidy gave his hair a good tuck, Kip leaning into the touch with a moan as Cassidy pulled his head away from the water.

“I’m so glad your hair is so long now,” Cassidy purred at him, pulling Kip’s head close enough that he could press a little kiss on his cheek. “It makes this so much easier. And it makes you hotter.”

As Kip didn’t vocally respond but Cassidy could see him biting his lower lip in hopes of not letting out anymore unwanted sounds, the blond’s hands almost tauntingly slowly slipped away from his hair, down Kip’s neck and along both shoulders, ghosting against his skin, sending a visible shiver down his spine. Cassidy pressed a kiss on the back of his neck, arms wrapping around the other man’s midsection, pulling him as close against his own body as possible before Cassidy’s lips were on his skin again, going for that very specific spot on the side of his neck that they both knew was Kip’s weak point.

“Fuck.” It was the only word Kip was able to breathe out coherently, feeling the lips against his skin, the little bites Cassidy was leaving on him, the pressure of the shower and the water making the sensations even stronger, almost incapacitatingly so. “G-god, Clementine…”

“Mmhhmm.” His voice vibrated against Kip’s skin, just enhancing the bite against his shoulder. Kip could feel the tension shooting through him, hands on instinct reaching for the shower wall for some support, even though he was very steady in Cassidy’s arms, tightly wrapped around him, fingertips dancing along his sides. Cassidy continued like nothing happened, leaving little bites just strong enough to bruise the skin along the back of his shoulder, listening Kip’s desperate moans get louder with each bite.

“Shh,” Cassidy finally stated, his lips lifting up from Kip’s skin just long enough to give him a break he desperately needed, his breathing tight in his throat. “It’s very late. You don’t want to wake up our neighbors, do you?”

Kip whined something incoherent at him, his wordless protest just getting louder as Cassidy pulled away, unwrapping his arms from around him. Kip took a moment to steady himself, still feeling at least slightly overstimulated by it all, but eventually he managed to turn around to face Cassidy, watching the blond just softly smile back at him as if he hadn’t just been sinking his teeth into him and teasing the living hell out of him.

Before Kip could get a word out of himself, Cassidy’s hands were on his face, pulling him into a kiss, unsurprisingly a very passionate one. He tried to protest, only to feel Cassidy take advantage of it, slipping his tongue into Kip’s mouth with ease. He knew it was pointless to fight it, as much as he didn’t want to take this further after where Cassidy had already gone, knowing it was only going to take more out of him, but at the same time his kisses were mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing. Kip slowly melted against his passionate showcase of love and care, just allowing Cassidy to suck the air out of his lungs, leaving Kip with nothing but static for thoughts and one hand slipping to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss even more if possible.

Kip only came back to some coherent thoughts as he felt the cold tiles of the shower wall against his skin, making him gasp in surprise enough to break the kiss apart. Cassidy pulled away, but remained close enough that Kip was sure he could basically hear his heartbeat, the blond’s thumbs running across his cheeks, only after him pulling his hands away Kip noticing the black runny streaks on his hands that had formerly been his eyeliner.

“I always think I’ve seen the best of you,” Cassidy muttered, eyes traveling the Brit up and down, watching the fire creep up on Kip’s face as his eyes landed back on his face. “But then I see you some way new and…” The smirk on Cassidy’s lips was so obviously teasing, if Kip wasn’t already embarrassed he would have been now.

“You’re just gorgeous when you’re all wet, you know that?”

Kip’s mind went blank for a moment, his body taking over responding to what he assumed was more of a tease than a compliment, his feet suddenly wanting to make their way out of the shower. Unfortunately for him, Cassidy had other plans for him, his hands quickly grabbing a hold of Kip, with ease taking a hold of his hands and pinning him back against the cold shower wall, hands above his head.

“I told you you’re gorgeous and this is how you say thank you?”

Kip averted his gaze, the deep blush flushing over his features, the heartbeat in his head getting louder as he could feel Cassidy pressing his body against his, as closely and tightly as possible. Kip’s eyes fluttered shut, the man taking in a shaky breath as his thoughts were racing everywhere as he felt Cassidy's hot breath against his lips, just before a small teasing kiss was planted there.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Kip didn’t reply to him, but at the same time he didn’t need to form any sensible words, as Cassidy even slightly moving his body against his erupted an unintentional moan out of him. If Kip could see him right now, if he was brave enough to open his eyes, he could have bet on it that Cassidy was wearing the biggest grin on his face right then.

“Well… We could continue this elsewhere. The bed is rather comfortable.”

The Brit barely nodded his head, feeling one hand disappearing from his before he heard the shower turning off. Cassidy’s breath quickly returned to his face though as he kissed Kip again, just as quickly as before, hands untangling from his, Kip’s eyes slowly opening as his mind tried to catch back up to the situation at hand.

“Sad that you’re so clean now,” Cassidy chuckled at him, stealing yet another kiss from Kip’s lips, this time the Brit being coherent, and honestly desperate, enough to try to chase after it, watching the smirk never leaving the blond’s lips. “You might need another shower when I’m done with you.”

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 4 months

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oc makes kip dinner because he's stressed/had a bad day/just Not Good. how it turns out is up to you lol

837 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. i wanna say i read this prompt wrong and accidentally reversed their roles, but i think its cute anyways so youre gonna get it like that lmao

kip says fuck like three times. those are your warnings. other than that yeah its just fluff

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Cassidy stirred, slowly arriving back to the edge of consciousness. His eyes slowly fluttered open, finding himself tightly tucked in bed under at least a handful of blankets, head surrounded by more pillows than usually. He felt warm, comfortable, which was definitely a change to the recent feelings of inadequacy and the dark kind of tiredness he had been trapped in for the past few days now.

He turned from one side to another, the act a bit labored with the pile of blankets on him, Cassidy expecting to see a familiar man asleep in the bed next to him. Much to his surprise Kip was nowhere to be found though, his side of the bed completely empty. Cassidy’s brows furrowed a little bit, but he kept the panic at bay. Maybe Kip was downstairs, taking care of the house, maybe he was streaming, keeping himself busy while he was feeling better and Cassidy was the one bedridden for once.

Cassidy inhaled deeply, closing his eyes again as he settled back into his nest, a soft little smile crossing his lips at the potential kindness of his thoughtful boyfriend.

…Until he finally registered the quiet beeping of the fire alarm coming from downstairs that had woken him up in the first place.

His eyes opened again, the blond pushing most of the blankets off of him. Still feeling cold, and some part of his still rational brain thinking, he grabbed one blanket with him, wrapping himself in it before Cassidy headed out of the bedroom. The beeping was definitely louder in the hallway, but he couldn’t see any smoke or feel the heat. He could admittedly smell something burning, but it didn’t feel alarming.

Maybe it was because Cassidy could hear Kip’s voice loudly cursing somewhere downstairs.

Making his way down, Cassidy wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Kip in the kitchen, just in time for him to finally get the fire alarm to stop from almost mocking beeping at him. Exhausted and still cursing, Kip threw it on the kitchen table before almost too dramatically sitting down on one of the chairs as he sighed, running a hand over his face.

“For fucks sakes…”

“Everything okay?”

Kip visibly jumped, wide eyes shooting towards Cassidy who he had obviously not heard coming into the kitchen. As he registered it just being the blond Kip sighed, then groaned, brows furrowing clearly in annoyance.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His eyes dragged back to the fire alarm, narrowing. “This fucker…”

“What did you burn?” Cassidy asked, walking over to the stove, raising a brow at the empty stove top. Kip almost sheepishly looked towards the open backdoor leading to the deck in the back garden, Cassidy following his eyes as he noticed Kip’s attention being elsewhere than himself.

“I tried…” Kip started, but swallowed the rest of his words, watching Cassidy wobble over to the open doorway, peeking outside. A small smile that he managed to hide from Kip crossed his lips at the sight of the pot sitting at the opposite edge of the deck, still slightly smoking. He indeed had tried, whatever it had been.

“I…” Cassidy turned away from the doorway, looking back at Kip. The Brit wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes were back on the fire alarm on the table, his hands fidgeting in his lap. Whatever had happened, he was clearly distressed about it.

“I-I wanted to make you something. You’ve been taking care of me so much while I haven’t been able to do anything and I just wanted to return the favor and…” Kip sighed, hanging his head down almost in shame. “Sorry. I’m such a fuck up.”

Cassidy looked at him for a moment, finally a soft smile blossoming on his lips. He walked up to Kip, carefully reaching a hand from the depth of his blanket, cupping his cheek and directing his eyes finally back up to him. Cassidy wasn’t going to lie, seeing Kip being so distressed over just a minor inconvenience hurt his heart, even more so knowing this was over something Kip wanted to do for him.

Instead of saying anything about it, Cassidy leaned down, pressing a kiss on Kip’s lips. The sincerity of it all and the soft gesture clearly caught him off guard, it taking a moment for Kip to respond to the kiss.

“You tried. I couldn’t ask more from you,” Cassidy smiled at him as they parted, watching the familiar soft blush creep its way on Kip’s cheeks. “We can order takeout today. And then migrate back to bed. That place is so comfortable, but it’s lonely without you.”

Kip took in his words for a moment before finally a small smile made its way on his lips, him nodding his head. He stood up, arms wrapping around Cassidy’s blanket covered body, pulling him closer for another kiss, this time clearly with more passion and purpose.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.”

#drabble #setting: belt corruption arc #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #wrestling fanfiction #aew fanfiction #request

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Hello there!

i wanna request just..The best friends, Orange, the whole group just in a hug pile...for some reason I'm very soft when it comes to hugs

819 words best friends (orange cassidy, kris statlander, trent baretta, chuck taylor)

ssssoooo i may or may not have finally rewatched stadium stampede from all in 2023 and i still have A LOT of feelings about that match. so this takes place the day after that. i just wanted them all to be very sweet to the suffering little clementine 💜 i hope this is anything, enjoy!!

can be read as platonic or shippy poly friends, whichever floats your boat theres minor mentions of blood but thats about it, other than that its just friends supporting friends and fluff

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Everything ached. Cassidy was awake, but refused to open his eyes, feeling the pounding on the side of his head, followed by the stiffness in his neck. Even trying to move his arms as he rolled to his side on the bed hurt, putting any strength into the movement made him feel like he was going to throw up from the sheer pain alone.

He was very aware how rough last night had been, both physically and mentally, but it had been such a long time since Cassidy had last felt it like this that he had almost forgotten how bad the pain was. Getting battered, bruised, and bloodied was one thing, watching his friends go through it as well mostly because of him was another, him shoving his hand into glass and getting cuts and blood everywhere was a whole another suitcase he didn’t want to unpack.

Cassidy winced a little at the sound of the hotel room door opening, even the quietest sound feeling like rumbling in his ears. Even the stadium he had performed the night before didn’t sound as loud as that in his head.

He wasn’t obviously going to get any more sleep so he forced his eyes open, it taking a second for his vision to focus, watching as a familiar looking hand lowered a small bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand next to him. Cassidy carefully moved his head, eyes looking up towards Kris, who only smiled back at him as the pain was so obvious on his face she didn’t want to make it worse. He watched as she turned away from him, a finger rising on her lips, clearly shushing the other people in the room on his behalf.

Cassidy was thankful, but it wasn’t like it was going to make that big of a difference.

Without a word he slowly sat up, the painful moans and groans following every movement until he was finally able to throw his legs over the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes to steady himself for a moment, trying to push the painful headache away for at least long enough until he got something to relieve it in him. Reaching an arm for the bottle of painkillers was equally as painful, and Cassidy wasn’t going to lie if someone asked how he was holding up.

Barely.

He struggled for a moment trying to get the bottle open, followed by a defeated sigh as after a few weak attempts he wasn’t making any progress. As Cassidy was about to give up, another hand joined in, carefully taking the bottle from his hands, easily rolling the top of it open and pouring two pills out of it into the palm of his hand. Cassidy watched them, quietly, without a word popping them into his mouth before he was offered the glass of water. He glanced up at Trent, who only nodded back to him and continued to hold the glass for him even after Cassidy reached for it, making sure it was in much more secure hands than in the blond’s trembling ones, carefully tilting it so Cassidy could get a proper drink out of it.

Getting even slightly hydrated was doing him some good, but Cassidy had to admit he still didn’t feel much better. He knew it was going to take some time for the painkillers to kick in, and he just had to wait. Unfortunately for him he was an impatient one, but the soft brush of a hand against his arm soon caught his attention, Cassidy glancing over his shoulder back towards the bed, seeing the familiar face of Chuck smiling back at him as he carefully took a hold of the blond’s arm, nudging him softly back to the bed.

With a little help from Trent to try to help with his aching body, Cassidy was soon positioned in front of Chuck who was sitting up against the headboard, hands carefully running over the tensed up upper back of the blond. Cassidy tried to keep quiet as he felt the jolts of pain through his body, but little by little the hands carefully massaging his back were starting to have the desired effects. Cassidy could feel himself slowly relaxing, his breathing easier, the headache beginning to fade.

After a while the hands stopped, Chuck just steadying him a little as his arms wrapped around Cassidy’s midsection, pulling him against his chest. Cassidy didn’t resist, feeling comfortable for the first time in hours, even more so as he felt the bed shift on either side of them, more arms pulling them into careful, comforting hugs as Kris and Trent joined in.

There was a hint of smile on Cassidy’s lips as silence fell back into the hotel room, all of them just settling in comfortably in each other's arms. These truly were his best friends.

#drabble #character: orange cassidy #character: chuck taylor #character: trent baretta #character: kris statlander #wrestling fanfiction #aew fanfiction #request

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underratedandoverit · 4 months

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okay, i do have another orangekip one because this one is just so soft - ”your hands were made to hold mine,”

576 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just drabbling these out for now lol. i probably could have made something more out of this but yeah. heres a small scene 💜

its just fluff but just a heads up theres mentions of alcohol and oc is kinda drunk so. read accordingly

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Kip’s head bounced up from the armrest of the couch as the front door of the house was slammed shut, suddenly jolting him awake from the peaceful sleep he had fallen into. He quickly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before glancing over his shoulder towards the doorway of the living room, hearing quiet shuffling and footsteps in the hallway.

“…Clementine?” he finally called out, listening as the sounds stopped, soon being replaced by hurried footsteps approaching the living room. A little tired smile crossed his lips as Kip saw the familiar blond pop into his view, stopping on the doorway to lean against the door frame, observing him from a few feet away, clearly somewhat surprised to see Kip was still awake and had been waiting for him to get back home.

“Welcome back. Did you have fun?”

Kip barely got the words out of his mouth before Cassidy already approached him, soon enough finding himself on the couch next to him, hands covering both of Kip’s cheeks and pulling him into a kiss. The Brit didn’t resist, but tried to respond in a calmer manner to the passionate, almost desperate feeling show of affection as he registered the slightly sweet, but definitely overpowering taste of alcohol on Cassidy’s lips.

“I missed you,” Cassidy breathed at him as he pulled away a little bit, breaking the kiss apart, his quiet words very soft and trembling. If that wasn’t a giveaway of his state, the smell of a night of drinking linger in the air after he spoke just a few words definitely was. “So much.”

Kip chuckled at him softly, offering him a smile.

“You were gone for just a few hours. I’m not going anywhere.”

Cassidy didn’t reply, instead just leaned in for another kiss, with his body weight pushing both of them down on the couch. Kip didn’t resist him, but he chuckled softly, one arm wrapping around Cassidy’s waist as the other felt around for his hand, taking a tight hold of it. He knew that Cassidy liked to use these kinds of compromising situations to his advantage, and he also knew that he definitely wasn’t in condition to do that properly tonight, but Cassidy wasn’t going to be able to help himself unless Kip actually stopped him.

The blond slowly pulled away from the kiss, finding himself effectively trapped on top of Kip on the couch, his eyes slowly dragging down to the hand Kip was holding, watching as the other man carefully laced their fingers together, giving his hand a small squeeze.

Cassidy sighed quietly, Kip watching a small smile climbing on his lips as Cassidy laid his head down on his chest, observing their interlaced fingers in clear awe. There was something very precious about him, and Kip adored every second that he was able to watch him like this.

“Your hands were made to hold mine,” Cassidy finally mumbled, eyes never leaving their hands. Kip could feel him squeezing his hand gently. “They are so perfect. God you’re so perfect.”

Even if his words were laced with alcohol, Kip could feel nothing but sincerity and adoration from them. He smiled, leaning closer a little to press a soft kiss on top of Cassidy’s head, watching the blond inhale deeply as he closed his eyes.

“You are perfect,” Kip purred at him, watching the smile grow a bit bigger on Cassidy’s lips. “My perfect little Clementine.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #wrestling fanfiction #aew fanfiction #request

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underratedandoverit · 4 months

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got this for you

900 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

poll was 7-2 in favor of posting this tonight, so here you go. its very small and im very very sleepy, but the thought wouldnt leave me alone and i would feel really bad for not putting out at least one small gift fic this holiday season, so. @midnightpretenders0 thank you for this year, this month, this week, today, everything. i know this isnt a lot, but i wanted to make something soft and sweet for you. i wish i had more time and energy in my hands to properly express how much i love you, but i hope this'll do at least for now 💜💜

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Cassidy quietly knocked on the door, not really expecting to get an answer. He stopped for a moment, listening carefully, nodding his head a little, more as a confirmation to himself that he had been right as no answer was given to him. It wasn’t going to deter him though, as his hand landed on the door handle, pushing it down and the door open along with it.

He probably should have waited though, it suddenly dawned on Cassidy, as he stepped inside the room to not only find Kip sitting in front of his computer like he had expected, but also clearly talking to his camera and checking one of his extra screens; obviously in the middle of a stream. Maybe Cassidy should have checked beforehand but it was too late the moment he stepped through the open door, gathering Kip’s attention almost immediately.

Kip just beamed at him upon noticing Cassidy standing in the doorway, but didn’t say anything, not wanting to direct attention to him while he was off camera. Cassidy just slightly awkwardly waved at him, watching as Kip slipped one side of the headphones off an ear, the smile never leaving his lips.

Cassidy just had to commit to this now then, apparently.

“…I got you a little something.”

Kip quickly glanced at his screen, probably just to check if he had time for a small conversation with him. As he proceeded to entirely remove the headphones and his eyes landed back on Cassidy again, the blond walked over to him across the room, trying to not pay attention to the screens visible to him as he saw the stream chat welcoming him in from the corner of his eye.

“Something for me?” Kip asked, a smirk crossing his lips and a little twinkle in his eyes. Cassidy was glad he was wearing the sunglasses, easily hiding the rather sarcastic roll of his eyes, just nodding his head. “Aw, Clementine, you shouldn’t have.”

Cassidy didn’t reply, just slightly shifted something from one hand to another behind his back, trying to keep it hidden from Kip’s view as he extended his other hand towards him, handing him an envelope. Kip raised a brow at it, glancing up at Cassidy, who didn’t say anything and tried to keep as straight of a face as possible, just watching the Brit accept the plain white envelope handed to him. Kip quickly glanced up, smiling at the camera as he waved the envelope in his hand a little, to show to the chat.

“Gifts from Clementine, chat! We are very lucky today.”

As Kip’s attention was on the envelope and trying to get it open, Cassidy observed him, fidgeting with the second object behind his back, trying to think why he had chosen to do this when he knew there was an audience for them. Cassidy was aware enough of Kip’s streams to know it wasn’t a very large audience, but there were people watching nonetheless, in few tens at that. He was trying to tell himself that this was going to be their Christmas gift if nothing else as he watched, mind reeling at his own decision to go through with this, as Kip finally managed to flip the envelope open, pulling out a card.

Kip’s brows furrowed a little as he observed the card in his hand, a quick smile flashing on his lips as he lifted it up for the camera to see, showing the chat the image on the card of two snowmen holding hands in a backyard covered in snow.

“Look at that! Isn’t that precious. It’s very --”

Kip’s thought process was cut short as he spotted the little message on the backside of the card, making him raise a brow at it.

“’Look up’?”

Kip lowered the card from the camera, looking towards Cassidy, eyes glancing up at him. It took Kip a moment to look away from the mesmerizingly gorgeous smile crossing the blond’s lips, only then registering the small mistletoe decoration Cassidy is holding above his head.

Kip wasn’t given time to ask questions after he processed what was happening, him only accepting his fate on camera as Cassidy leaned down, pressing a kiss on his lips, slow and almost concerningly sensual one at that. Forgetting his surroundings for a moment, Kip flowed along with it, hands cupping Cassidy’s cheeks to pull him closer and holding him there, responding back to the kiss with just as much if not a bit more enthusiasm as was shown towards him.

Before they could get lost in the hazy moment and turn it more passionate, Kip pulled away from the kiss, snapping suddenly back into reality as he realized where he was and what was happening and how those two things really didn’t go together in the moment. Cassidy just smiled back at him, clearly enjoying the sudden deep blush creeping on the Brit’s cheeks as he leaned in, pressing one more quick kiss on Kip’s lips before he turned towards the microphone, the soft smile still lingering on his lips.

“Enjoy, chat.”

Straightening his back Cassidy leaned away, dropping the mistletoe from his hands to Kip’s desk before walking away, leaving the Brit trying to collect himself, Kip being almost too afraid to look back at the chat that he saw scrolling over at the speed of light from the corner of his eye.

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 4 months

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You Wanna Wish Away Your Sins (3/3)

After losing to Best Friends at Arcade Anarchy, Kip undergoes shoulder surgery. One person reaching out to him afterwards sends Kip spiraling, turning all the pain and suffering in him into… Flowers? Flowers growing in his lungs?

Kip Sabian/Chuck Taylor. Hanahaki disease. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. One-sided attraction. Also tagged this from now on with manipulative Kip.

Marked Mature on AO3 for general content. Warnings for mentions of hospitals, surgery, medical stuff. Described feelings for choking and vomiting.

Other characters on-screen include Penelope Ford, Orange Cassidy. Rest of Best Friends are mentioned. Background ship of Penelope/Kris is heavily implied, but never specifically shown.

part 1 || part 2

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Finishing this took way longer than I intended. Oops. Mental illness and whatever be damned yada yada. But it's over now. And I am content. It's a whole fic and ended just as I wanted and had planned, surprisingly no surprises during writing lol. I hope it makes sense, there's a little bit there that doesn't get explained, but I have convinced myself that people can put the pieces together considering the mental state Kip is in and how the hanahaki disease works so. Yeah.

If you have read this far, thank you so much, I really appreciate you and your patience if you have waited for this to finish since I originally posted in early September. I see all the kudos and subs attached, they mean the world to me. Would love to hear your thoughts of this now that it's over, as there was a lot of time (obviously lol) and love put into this, so it would mean a lot ;; But I appreciate you all so much either way, thank you for sticking by and reading!! 💜💜

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip tried to keep his eyes on the television, but he wasn’t registering anything he saw on the screen. Even if he was technically interested in watching the game that was being played, Kip would have much rather been looking at something else. Or someone else. That someone being the man sitting on the couch next to him, being much more into the activity of playing a video game that he was partaking in that Kip was.

While he was glad that Chuck was coming over far more often these days, at the same time it did grind Kip’s mind that they had fallen into this false routine of a casual friendship. Chuck would appear on his doorstep, bring a movie or a game with him for them to busy themselves with that day, maybe some snacks and energy drinks, and the rest of the day they would just hang out, consume the media of the day, and that would be it.

Same talking points every single day. Sitting in the silently designated spots on the couch just far enough from one another that even by accident their hands wouldn’t brush against each other unless they were passing the food and drinks around. Eye contact was brief, almost uncomfortably so if it managed to exist in the first place, and only when one got up from the couch and asked if the other needed something or something similarly surprising happened. Maybe a laugh could gather a quick glance, maybe a sneeze, a cough. And even then it was more often Chuck doing that to Kip, while Kip was trying to steal looks into his direction any chance he could, hoping Chuck would catch a hint.

It had been days, weeks even, maybe. How many, Kip had lost a count somewhere after the first few days, partially because of the pain he was going through, partially because he still found the whole situation so absurd. But the thing he knew for sure, was that it had been too many for comfort.

Every time Kip watched Chuck walk out the door of his house again at the end of the day, his breathing became a little bit tighter, the stabbing pain in his chest more prominent, the sleep during that following night a little shorter.

He was so tired of it all, and with every day that passed him by, it was pushing Kip closer to the realization that he finally had to do something about things. Before the pain was too paralyzing, before the thoughts became too much. Before he just couldn’t do anything about it anymore, before it was all too late.

“…Hey? Kip?”

The Brit blinked blankly a few times, finally registering the voice calling out to him after the words had been repeated a few times. His eyes slowly dragged away from the television screen, facing the brunet sitting on the couch next to him, Chuck looking at him with worry and concern. It was almost adorable to Kip how his brows furrowed and eyes darted around his facial features in clear worry. Almost.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

Chuck sighed, Kip trying to offer him an apologetic smile as he watched Chuck running a hand through his hair, eyes turning away from the other man again as he shook his head a little. Kip had been too deep in his own head, with his own thoughts to notice Chuck had even tried to talk to him, the guilt almost immediately gnawing on him at the mere thought. He was supposed to try to pay attention to him, to try to make Chuck realize the situation, how close they were, to understand his feelings, to close the gap, to --

“I just wanted to know if you were hungry. We could order something in, maybe. If you’d like.”

For once Kip was thankful that Chuck wasn’t looking straight at him, his cheeks flushing red for a brief moment as he registered the words. Ordering food? Together? At his place, like this, out of the blue? For the first time?

It almost sounded like a date night proposal in Kip’s ears.

He quickly shook the thought from his head, turning away from Chuck to make sure he didn’t even by accident catch a glimpse of the blush decorating his face, desperately trying to not have the words caught in his throat, only partially succeeding.

“Ye-yeah that would be great.”

Chuck was so sincere about this question, just like he always was about everything, he was probably just hungry himself, and Kip was overthinking it all. Once again. But also, what if…

“Great. What would you like to eat?” Chuck’s words cut Kip’s thought process off again, his eyes slowly returning to the other man, watching Chuck pull his phone out of his pocket, eyes landing onto it, seemingly to avoid eye contact with Kip, who just shrugged a little. “I don’t know. Whatever sounds good.”

Chuck’s brows furrowed, suddenly looking back at Kip, making the Brit jump a little. This wasn’t the kind of reaction Kip had expected to his words, swallowing a little surprise lump in his throat as all of a sudden he was very unsure again where this was going. He hated nothing more than the unpredictable nature of their relationship, not being able to read Chuck at moments like this, mostly due to his own emotions and thoughts clouding his judgment and understanding of what the situation called for from him.

“…Okay, I’m going to be fully honest with you.”

The suddenly rather serious tone of Chuck’s voice made Kip’s eyes widen a little, he could feel his whole body tensing up at the sudden shift. Chuck offered him a small smile, most likely in hopes of trying to calm down Kip’s very obviously surprised demeanor, but seeing that smile just made Kip’s whole mind skip another beat instead.

“I’ve been worried about you recently. I actually talked with Penelope yesterday after I left, and she feels much the same way as I do.”

Chuck? Worried? About him? Chuck? Kip’s head was spinning, but he just nodded his head, not even acknowledging the fact that Chuck was also talking about Penelope being involved in this. All Kip cared about was that Chuck was thinking about him, outside of this room, outside of this couch, when he wasn’t around.

Chuck was thinking, and talking, about him.

“You’ve been… Seemingly getting worse each day I see you. You lack sleep, you lack food, you lack energy. I understand you are in a lot of pain with the shoulder and all, but you need to take care of yourself, Kip. Mine and Penelope’s help will only get you so far.”

Kip just looked at him quietly, trying to process the statement in his head, but all his thoughts retracted back to the overall realization that Chuck was worried about him. Thinking about him. That Chuck at least seemed to care more than he led on directly to him, at least before this very moment at hand.

“If there’s something wrong that you need help with, other than what we have been providing so far, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask, you know?”

Kip felt his head nodding itself, despite not approving of the movement in his mind. He was running on a practiced autopilot, still afraid that one casual movement might fuck all this up for him, not being the kind of response that Chuck wanted. This seemed to be enough for the brunet for now though as Chuck nodded back at him, eyes slowly returning to the phone in his hand. Right, he was ordering food. Right.

“So, again: what do you want to eat today? You can get anything you want, as long as it makes you eat. We just want to make sure you take care of yourself.”

At the same time it was endearing that Chuck was doing this for him, but Kip also knew he had to put a stop to this, all of it. While yes his current and constantly worsening condition was making him neglect his own basic needs, both which directly as a result affected his appetite and energy levels, Kip knew that trying to eat some proper food one day wasn’t the answer to his problems. Above all else, his condition was making it not only difficult to breathe, but the pain in his chest and particularly in his lungs made eating at this point a near impossible task.

As the silence from the Brit continued, Chuck glanced towards him, spotting Kip just looking back at him. Whether he was deep in thought or just staring, Chuck wasn’t quite sure.

“Kip?”

“I’m not hungry.”

At least it wasn’t a lie in a sense. Chuck raised a brow at him, slowly lowering the hand holding his phone onto his lap, eyes narrowing a little. Chuck’s eyes lingered on him just a little bit too long, forcing Kip to look away, back towards the television with the frozen game pause screen on it.

“You need to eat something.”

“Food can’t fix this.”

Kip could feel the confusion radiating from Chuck’s face, probably his entire being at this point, but he just couldn’t look back at him. It was so much easier for Kip to process his thoughts if he wasn’t looking at what he was sure was a very worried expression on the brunet sitting on the couch a few feet away from him.

He heard Chuck sigh. Not a very good sign.

“If you eat something, you get energy. You feel better. I shouldn’t need to explain all this to you. Kip, please --”

“This isn’t about food.”

Chuck fell silent as Kip cut him off, probably a bit more aggressively than necessary, but he was tired of this. All of this. Both his inability to do anything about the situation even though he desperately, so very desperately needed it, and the way they both seemed to just dance around the topic and the issues at hand. To Kip, Chuck offering to order him food was nothing but a detour that he couldn’t afford to wait to take to where he eventually needed to be. Kip had suffered long enough, mostly due to his own faults, yes, but Chuck jumping in to push his buttons like this, while a step in the right direction, wasn’t a fast enough track to where they needed to be.

Where Kip needed to be if he wanted to make it through all of this, it seemed like.

“…Are you mad at me?”

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, but he still didn’t turn to look towards Chuck. All he heard was another quiet sigh.

“I don’t know how many times I can apologize for what happened. You know it was an accident. I’m sorry --”

“I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t care about that.”

If something, it was supposed to be Kip who apologized for everything, and he knew that painfully well.

“Then what is it?”

Kip swallowed thickly, being absolutely certain that Chuck could not only see it but also hear him do it. Kip’s eyes slowly dragged back to him, watching the confusion all over the brunet’s face. If the situation wasn’t so dire and heavy, Kip would have found the look on him endearing. Right now though, seeing Chuck not put the pieces together so easily, filled him with dread instead, along with the knowledge that Kip knew exactly what he needed to do next and the can of worms that he needed to open if he ever wanted to have a shot at things getting better again.

“I need…” Kip stopped, the confusion on Chuck’s face slowly melting into a more expecting look. Both of them were still clearly hesitant, Chuck not knowing what to expect out of him and Kip not being so sure how he was going to phrase this so it made even some sort of sense.

Just say it.

“I… I need you to kiss me.”

The silence that fell into the room felt like it was knocking all the remaining air out of Kip. The longer he looked at Chuck and the unreadable look lingering on his face after the words slipped out of Kip’s mouth, the worse he felt about everything. For once he was being honest about this entire situation and what he wanted out of it, and yet it felt like a worse mistake than anything he had lied to Chuck about so far.

He wanted this. He needed this. This was the trigger Kip had been so afraid to pull for so long now, but he knew that if he didn’t finally say those words, no matter the reaction, it would have terrible consequences for him. He was already suffering, the roots of his problem crawling deeper into his lungs every single day he put it off without even trying to make anything out of it. Kip was tired of it, he was suffering immensely because of it, he just needed to do something. Anything.

After what felt like forever of Chuck just staring at him, Kip was snapped out of his thoughts as Chuck took in a sharp breath, the only way Kip was able to describe his expression being polite confusion.

“You, uh… You what?”

Not sure if Chuck was just making sure or if he really hadn’t understood the statement, Kip bit his lower lip as he turned away from the other man. He inhaled slowly, preparing himself to say those words again. Kip did it once, he could do it again. It was a necessary step forward.

“I-I need. To kiss you. You to kiss me. So-something like that.”

As Chuck didn’t reply for a while, Kip stole a quick glance towards him, trying to gather an overview of the situation. Much to his surprise, Chuck looked like he was in deep thought for a second, as if he was pondering over the request. At least he wasn’t outright denying it from Kip, which in turn as he realized it, made his heart jump back into his throat.

The burning as Kip nervously waited for an answer was worse than the thorns poking inside of his lungs at the moment.

“Would that help? Make you feel better?”

Kip nodded almost instantly, the motion almost frantic, something he couldn’t control. Still clearly in his thoughts, Chuck nodded as well.

“I mean,” he muttered, a hand slowly reaching closer to Kip, the Brit’s focus turning on it with slightly widening eyes, “If… If it helps. I guess.”

Kip watched his hand stopping to hover close to him, slowly his own hand reaching for it. He could feel Chuck’s fingers gently wrapping around his hand, giving it a little tuck, an invitation to come closer. Kip followed suit, shifting over on the couch to slowly make his way to sit down right next to Chuck. For the first time since they had started doing this, for the first time since Chuck had started to spend the days over to keep him company. There had always been a cold, untouched gap between the two of them on the couch, but this was the first time it had been broken, filled, fixed.

And all it took was a small request that Kip should have been able to do in the first place, but it took him weeks and actual concern from Chuck to get to this point.

But there he was now, Chuck still gently holding his hand, running this thumb over his knuckles. A soft, still kind of unsure smile crossing his lips as he was looking Kip straight in the eyes. Chuck clearly wasn’t budging back on this, honestly much to Kip’s surprise, as his free hand slowly crept up to the Brit’s face, palm pressing against his cheek. Chuck’s hand was surprisingly cold against his flushed skin.

“…You sure?”

It was almost as if Chuck was asking that from himself more than Kip, but he pushed the thought aside, just nodding his head again. Without another word, Chuck leaned closer, finally closing the gap that had been antagonizing Kip these past few weeks without remorse, locking their lips together.

The kiss was awkward and hesitant at first, but slowly it felt more natural as they both seemed to relax into it. Soft and homey, but Kip could taste his own desperation in it despite all of it. He knew how badly he not only wanted, but needed this. While he could have joked that it was the matter of life and death, to him it was actually no joke, but merely the cruel reality he barely understood himself at all. Feeling Chuck’s lips finally against his, after the excruciatingly long amount of time of craving and needing nothing more than to taste him so desperately he was suffering from the withdrawals more and more every day, Kip’s mind went blank. He could feel Chuck close, hear his breathing, slowly allowing himself to enjoy it, running a thumb over Kip’s cheek.

Kip had been waiting for this moment for so long, craving for this so badly, that he needed more now that he finally had it, pushing the boundaries first as he found himself without a single coherent thought giving a small bite on Chuck’s lower lip, a silent, desperate request for a deeper kiss. A deeper meaning.

A request that was granted to him, but was also almost immediately and far too fast ripped away from him as Chuck suddenly jolted away, as if he had suddenly in the midst of all of this realized what he was doing and thought better of it.

Eyes opening as Kip felt the hand disappear from his face, he leaned slightly back, watching in emotions swimming in disappointment and confusion as Chuck’s eyes were suddenly on his phone again, the piece of tech buzzing on his lap, suddenly demanding his attention. Almost as if it was mocking Kip and how close he had finally gotten.

“So-sorry, I have to take this.”

Kip just nodded, feeling the body heat of the other man disappearing from around him as Chuck’s hand left his, grabbing a hold of the phone before he stood up, answering the sudden call. He could still salvage this, it wasn’t all lost. Chuck hadn’t denied him this, by the way he was acting it was obvious to Kip that this wasn’t just all in his head. Maybe the kiss had been brief, but there was compassion behind it, he was very gentle about it, there --

“What do you mean that was today?”

Kip’s eyes slowly traveled up to Chuck, watching the brunet run a hand over his face as he sighed. “Yeah I know, I know you need me there for that, just… I was kinda in the middle of something…”

The silence that followed that statement and the way Chuck couldn’t look back at Kip made a familiar lump climb its way back in his throat. Kip tried to cough it out quietly, not to attract attention to himself, just watching as Chuck stepped a little bit further away from him.

“I can be there in twenty minutes, I guess. …Alright, I’ll see you then.”

As he hung up the call, Chuck didn’t even need to say anything. He was sure Kip had heard most of it, and the apologetic eyes and the small smile he offered to him as he finally turned back towards the Brit really didn’t help the case.

“Sorry, I completely forgot we had a photoshoot to do today, I… I gotta go.”

Kip nodded his head, but remained silent as he stood up from the couch. At least this was a start, they were going somewhere. He had put at least part of his desires out there, for Chuck to reach out and react to, if nothing else. This was a beginning, hopefully for the better. Kip wasn’t sure how fast he was supposed to be feeling the effects of his love and affections being returned to him, but so far he was blaming the sick feeling in his throat on the sudden change of pace in the room rather than Chuck not returning his feelings like before.

Maybe he had read all of this wrong. Maybe the sickness had caught up with him just because he didn’t know this was mutual. That had to be it, right?

Kip walked him to the door, Chuck turning back to him again as he rested his hand on the door handle.

“Look, I’m really sorry I have to go, I just completely forgot about this. You know, with having to worry about you and all.”

Kip could feel a smile tucking the corner of his lips, allowing at least a part of it to show. As sad as he was having to watch Chuck walk away yet again without a resolution to this whole problem, at least there was hope. Chuck smiled back at him, leaning closer to press a quick little peck on Kip’s lips, catching the Brit off guard, leaving him looking back at him with wide eyes as Chuck opened the door, stepping outside.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, alright?”

Kip could only nod before Chuck closed the door, leaving him standing there, heart racing and beating loudly between his ears. Kip leaned against the closed door, inhaling deeply before he sighed, the content smile on his lips only wiped away as he coughed softly, eyes shooting open to witness the handful of purple tinted rose petals he let out of his mouth.

No.

Chuck Taylor still didn’t love him.

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“…Are you sure it’s him?”

Cassidy shrugged his shoulders a little. “I mean, who else could it be? Besides, he has photos of himself that he signs and hands out and a big board on the table with the name ‘Kip Sabian’ on it, so…”

Chuck sighed, running a hand over his face before rolling his eyes. “You could have led with that information, you know.”

Cassidy didn’t reply back to him, just observed the brunet on the couch through his sunglasses. “I thought you would have known. Aren’t you two friends or something?”

Chuck avoided looking directly back at him, trying to make it seem like the question didn’t sting. He hadn’t seen Kip since that day, he never opened the door when Chuck came over the following day or answered any of his calls or texts since. He had been living in complete darkness over what had actually happened with Kip, even Penelope refused to tell him anything apart from a general ‘he’s fine’ every time Chuck asked her something.

“I told you, that was months ago.”

Cassidy just nodded, stopping to observe Chuck as the other man just tried to focus back on lacing his boots. After a long, lingering silence the blond broke it as he spoke up again.

“Do you want to go see him?”

Chuck stopped, eyes slowly dragging up to Cassidy again. He seemed sincere in that question, and if Chuck was being honest, that had been the first thought in his mind since Cassidy had waltzed into the locker room with the news that Kip had been sighted inside the building. The premise seemed rather odd to him, but at the same time, he wouldn’t have put something like that past Kip. A silent man with a suit and a cardboard box on his head, doing a signing that hadn’t been advertised for anyone beforehand. Sounded like it was just down Kip’s alley, in some really weird way, to him.

“Is he still there?”

“Probably,” Cassidy shrugged again. “He seemed to be just setting up when we went into the cafeteria like twenty minutes ago. I doubt he has left yet.”

While he wasn’t quite sure how to take any of it, let alone how Kip was going to take it if he showed up, Chuck nodded a little, still a bit hesitant. Cassidy mirrored the movement, before nodding his head towards the locker room door, asking Chuck to follow him. Not that he didn’t know where the cafeteria was in the building, they had walked past it when they had entered earlier, but maybe his hesitance was on the surface enough that Cassidy thought taking the lead was going to make him regret this less. Make it easier for him.

Chuck followed Cassidy outside, tracking through the hallways for a moment before they arrived at their destination. It was extremely easy to spot the individual not belonging into the group of people in the big, bright, well-lit room, the man standing in the middle of it all by a large table messed up with multiple scattered photos around it, hands behind his suited back as he was observing the room through the eye holes poked on a box over his head.

Chuck swallowed thickly. It didn’t matter if he didn’t see his face, all that was enough for him to recognize him immediately, no matter how many months it had been since or how much things had changed between now and then.

He was so focused on reading the words on the front of the box that Chuck didn’t notice the eyes inside of it land on him. The distance made it a bit harder, sure, but the lights were bright enough and the dark circles surrounding the eyes made them pop for Cassidy to notice the stare at first, even if it wasn’t directed at him.

“Hey,” he muttered, carefully elbowing Chuck to the side to get his attention. “He sees you. I think you should at least go say hello.”

Blinking himself back to the situation, Chuck glanced at Cassidy on his side, the blond just shrugging at him a little. Maybe Chuck’s nervousness was obvious, maybe Cassidy quickly put two and two together from what Chuck had told him before about how their last meeting had ended, but he only sighed, once again leading the way towards the man in a suit and the box, Kip’s eyes never leaving Chuck as they approached. Chuck on the other hand tried to look at everything except him, until he was stopped to stand right in front of the other man he hadn’t seen in months until now.

Through the eye holes of the box Chuck could see his vacant stare just blankly staring back at him, saying it all without saying anything at the same time. Kip looked at him briefly, before providing a photo from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling a marker seemingly out of nowhere along with it. He scribbled something quickly on the photo, handing it to Cassidy, and walked away without looking back or acknowledging either of them further.

Cassidy looked at the photo for a moment before handing it over to Chuck. It was an old promo picture of Kip, in his Superbad gear, with his face crossed over with a red marker and some messy text scribbled next to him.

‘Time changes us all. Embrace the change.’

#setting: hanahaki #fic #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #character: orange cassidy #ship: chuckkip #fic: you wanna wish away your sins #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 5 months

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i typed this on my phone, its 2am and @midnightpretenders0 is making me have feelings (affectionate)

so. heres some orangekip cause goddamn we going through it tonight fam (i blame kip and his stupid tweets for this)

Cassidy sighed, running a hand through Kip’s hair, almost a knowing gesture at this point. Kip followed the motion, head leaning against the touch, like they had practiced this millions of times before. Maybe they had, Kip had honestly lost the count at this point, but the number was high enough for him to not remember it from the top of his head.

“I can only have you one night of the week,” Cassidy muttered, leaning in for a soft, quick kiss. “Do you know how much I hate that? How much lost time I need to make up during times like this when you are there?”

He didn't give Kip a chance to respond, drowning his answer with another kiss. As Kip tried to protest quietly, wanting to let Cassidy know his thoughts, he instead found himself with a tongue in his mouth, the sweet, almost ironic taste of clementines being the only thing in his mind anymore. Cassidy gently tucked on his hair as his hand ran through it, the soft gesture making Kip moan, the blond quietly chucking against the kiss.

“I miss this,” Cassidy whispered as they finally parted, watching Kip trying to catch his breath, his eyes closed as he attempted to calm himself down. “I miss this so damn much every time you're too far away again.”

Kip made a quiet noise of acknowledgment at him, Cassidy planting a quick peck on his lips again. He watched Kip chase after it, only for Cassidy to pull his hands out of Kip’s hair, using them instead to push him down against the mattress of the hotel room bed.

“I love it so much when you make those sounds,” he smiled as Kip whined back at him, the Brit’s eyes finally opening as he looked up at Cassidy, the blond having a hard time not turning this act very reckless on the spot. Biting his lips, his eyes wandered over Kip’s face, the blurred eyes, slightly parted lips, hair already beginning to resemble a mess. Cheeks flushed with deep red blush. His favorite part, the slight embarrassment in Kip’s entire demeanor right there as Cassidy easily straddled his waist.

“God you have to stop being so hot.” Kip clearly wanted to laugh at him, but he couldn't get even a word out, just observed Cassidy looking him over, before his hands started gently wandering. Kip was barely able to feel the light touches through the canvas of his clothing, but just the ghosting feeling was enough to draw some shudders out of him, making the soft smile on Cassidy’s lips grow with each brush of his hand over the other man's upper body.

“It's so hard for me to keep my hands off of you with all of this. You being like this, me only seeing you so rarely…”

Kip couldn't help but to notice the smile on Cassidy’s lips turning just a little more mischievous, knowing exactly what that meant. What it meant for him.

“We need to make up for some lost time, babe.”

Kip just nodded, feeling a pair of warm hands slipping under his t-shirt with ease. The moan he let out was unintentional, but they both knew he meant every little bit of that.

“Oh… So much making up to do.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 5 months

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You, Me, Tonight

~1,6k words chuck taylor/kip sabian

i wrote this like a month ago, ive just been struggling with thoughts about my writing to really make the effort to actually post it, but since today is a bit better day mentally about these things, here you go. its been on ao3 anyways so i might as well slap it up here too finally, for anyone who cares

theres just something very cute about kip taking the initiative but also struggling to understand if his feelings are reciprocated, at least to me. i dont know, i might write a follow up to this, who knows. i just have a lot of thoughts about the morning after, as would kip so. let me know if thats any interest

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Falling on his stomach onto the hotel bed, Kip let out a sigh, hand patting around to find another for him to hold. As soon as his landed on what he was looking for, his fingers interlaced together with the others, gathering a quick glance from Chuck as he looked away from his phone, sending Kip a soft smile.

“You haven’t been able to keep your hands to yourself today,” he chuckled, watching a soft blush creep up on Kip’s face as the Brit just smiled back at him, his free hand brushing over his face to try to hide his embarrassment of being called out by his actions. “Something up?”

“Just thinking,” Kip muttered, giving a soft squeeze to Chuck’s hand, eyes landing on it as a smile continued to graze his lips. Chuck was right though, Kip had had a really hard time staying away from him and every chance he had, Kip was there holding onto him, hanging onto his arm, hugging him, kissing him, holding his hand, what have you. Even on the drive back to the hotel after the show Kip had barely stopped holding his hand, touching his arm, his leg, letting his fingers travel around in his hair, the likes.

“Dangerous for you to be thinking,” Chuck smiled at him softly, lifting their hands up to press a little kiss on the back of Kip’s. “If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t think any of it.”

Kip wanted to laugh at him, but he just couldn’t. After all, Chuck was right; whenever he was thinking, it usually didn’t mean a lot of good things for them, even Kip had to admit that. And he definitely had had a lot of time to think tonight… About a lot of things.

Kip carefully shook his hand free from Chuck’s hold, the brunet watching him carefully, curiously as Kip reached his hand towards him, wrapping a few coils of his hair around his fingers. Chuck didn’t stop him, just watched, feeling Kip’s hand slowly sliding away from his hair, fingertips dancing down along the side of his face, gently cupping his cheek.

“I just haven’t stopped thinking about how much I love you.”

Chuck’s cheeks flushed red, eyes suddenly averting Kip, the Brit just smiling at him as he sat up on the bed, leaning closer to press his lips against Chuck’s. He returned the gesture, still not looking back at Kip as he remained close after breaking the kiss apart, just observing every single detail of Chuck’s face, as if he was trying to commit them to memory.

“You’re just so beautiful,” Kip mumbled, pressing another kiss on his lips as he moved on the bed to straddle Chuck’s lap. The phone from his hand was instantly discarded to the side as his hands moved to wrap around Kip’s waist, pulling him closer, eyes finally landing back on him as the Brit let out a soft chuckle as both of his hands cupped Chuck’s cheeks. “I’m so lucky to have you right here.”

Chuck didn’t have time to respond as Kip kissed him again, stealing the words from his mouth with ease. Chuck’s hands traveled up his back, slipping into his hair, allowing him to deepen the kiss as Kip moaned against the touch, lips parting just enough for Chuck to be able to take advantage of the situation. Maybe they hadn’t been doing this for a long time together yet, but Kip was extremely easy to read and learn what kind of things he liked, and Chuck had been quietly keeping track of what he enjoyed, especially when put in situations like this.

“You are so amazing,” Kip moaned between the kisses, hands slipping away from Chuck’s face and down his chest, making their way under his hoodie. Chuck shuddered a little against the touch of his cold fingertips traveling up his body against the bare skin, Kip hands steadily landing on his chest before he pulled away from the kiss, again stopping to merely observe Chuck as he was trying to catch his breath after the intense kiss.

“Chuck…” His voice trailed off as soon as Chuck’s eyes opened and landed onto him, Kip biting his lip as he was trying to find the words in his head to explain the things he had been thinking throughout the day. The feelings he had bubbling inside him. The things…

The things had wanted to do right now, his hands on Chuck’s chest, fingers curling gently to cup it better, pushing him against the backboard of the hotel bed.

Oh the things he wanted to do. So badly.

The only problem was that Kip didn’t know if Chuck wanted the same things. If he wanted to do this, now, tonight, ever. Was he too eager to try to get to this point of the relationship, and how would Chuck react to it all? Kip had tried to give him little hints through affection all day, which Chuck had clearly noticed, but he still wasn’t sure if the brunet had the full correct idea on what Kip was after with everything.

Them sitting around and making out like this wasn’t anything unusual at this point in time, and Kip did enjoy where everything was and how steady it all was…

But maybe he was craving just a little bit more than that already.

Chuck was just looking at him, clearly expecting, waiting to see what his next move was. He hadn’t pushed Kip away yet though, which seemed like a win, as Kip was clearly already pushing this over the usual boundaries. His fingers tapped against Chuck’s chest, sending a visible shiver down his spine.

“Is,” Kip finally spoke up again, this time it being his turn to avoid eye contact with Chuck, “is this okay? I-I mean --”

“Do you want to do this?” Kip was almost startled by the question cutting him off, but the little smile on Chuck’s lips calmed him down instantly. Feeling Chuck’s hand carefully play around with coils of his hair, Kip nodded. “Then it’s okay. You’re fine.”

Kip wasn’t sure if Chuck understood what he was really asking, but he leaned closer, burying his face into the crook of the brunet’s neck, pressing a soft kiss against the skin before he allowed his mind to just wander, to all the things he had thought about before. Kip could feel his hands traveling under Chuck’s hoodie without his control, mapping out his skin and exploring on their own, trying to find all his favorite spots.

He could feel Chuck’s hands sliding away from his hair, gently tucking the back of the neckline of his shirt. Kip was hesitant to comply, not being sure if he wanted to take his hands off of Chuck, but as the brunet repeated the gesture Kip leaned away, hands sliding out of his hoodie, following the silent instructions as he helped Chuck pull the shirt off of him.

“And you tell me I’m beautiful,” Chuck muttered, hands running up and down Kip’s sides, admiring the toned body he had revealed. Kip’s cheeks flushed red again, his breathing slightly tightening, heartbeat echoing in his head as he felt his skin burning against that touch. Usually he was okay with it, it didn’t make him feel like this when Chuck held his hand or hugged him close, cuddling or any type of intimate contact didn’t make him feel like this.

It was slowly driving him insane.

Chuck’s hand moved to Kip’s arm, tracing down along the images on his arm, the tattoo sleeve Chuck knew he was so proud of. His eyes followed the animal visuals carefully, counting the number of birds, trailing along the horns of the deer, all the way down to Kip’s hand where the tattoo ended. All the while, as if time around his froze, Kip was trying to hold himself together, each brush of Chuck’s skin against his own just pushing him more and more towards the edge.

As Chuck’s hand reached his, Kip grabbed a hold of it, leaning in and pinning it against the headboard behind the brunet. Chuck just looked at him, the soft gentle smile still on his face as Kip stared back at him wide eyed, clearly having a hard time dealing with all of this; the thoughts swimming in his head, the wants and needs he couldn’t push away no matter how hard he tried, the desires he was trying to resist not knowing if he was doing the right thing on acting on all of them tonight.

“You said you wanted to do this, right?”

Kip couldn’t form words, his voice getting lost in his throat, only managing a small nod of his head. Chuck mirrored the gesture back at him, the smile never leaving his face as his free hand slid down Kip’s side, onto his thigh. Kip so desperately wanted to look down to it, to confirm that it was indeed Chuck’s hand there, and he wasn’t just imagining it, that his mind wasn’t playing a cruel trick on him by using his own hands once again, but he only managed to keep the eye contact with him. Kip registered the movement of the hand through the thick canvas of his jeans, first familiar and almost comforting, slowly sliding to a more unfamiliar territory, along his inner thigh.

Not having it in him to resist the urge, Kip rolled his hips, just enough to erupt a whining moan out of him as the movement closed the gap between Chuck’s hand and where he desperately wanted it to be as it got close enough.

Kip could hear Chuck humming at him as Kip’s eyes fluttered shut, the Brit leaning closer to silence the brunet with a kiss as he could feel Chuck’s hand carefully reaching forward, starting to unbuckle his belt.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #ship: chuckkip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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In The Dark

~1,4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

fluffy idiots on stream. thats just about it. like no really theres not much else to this. theres shenanigans and they make out, the end :)

on ao3

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Making himself comfortable in his boyfriend’s lap, Kip’s eyes scanned the stream chat welcoming him aboard. Beaming at the screen he waved at the people, finally stealing a glance towards Cassidy over his shoulder; the blond didn’t look even nearly as enthusiastic as he did, obviously having wanted a much calmer stream tonight than what this was going to evolve into now that Kip was involved, mostly against Cassidy’s will.

“So, uh, I guess Kip is joining us for a while,” he finally shrugged, Kip just chuckling at him as he refused to pull himself his own chair, just choosing to continue to sit in Cassidy’s lap. The blond clearly didn’t mind, lowering his chin on his shoulder and arms wrapping around Kip’s waist, pulling him closer, to a bit more comfortable position. The chat was going much faster than what Kip was used to, people watching clearly both surprised and delighted by his rare appearance on screen in this stream.

“What do you wanna watch tonight?” Kip asked as he took a hold of the mouse, starting to scroll through YouTube’s recommended selection on Cassidy’s account. The blond just shrugged again. “Whatever sounds good. You choose.”

Kip nodded, scrolling for a while, every now and then glancing over at chat to spot a random suggestion here and there. Eventually he pulled up a music video as Cassidy pointed it out to him as it looked interesting enough, filling the dead air with some music. It wasn’t really Kip’s kind of scene, but as long as he could feel the content energy radiating from Cassidy, he was good to go with whatever.

Although, it didn’t take long for Kip to get bored of this. He was so used to streams where he could focus on what was going on on the screen, playing a game, participating in something other than just watching. He tried interacting with the chat, but oftentimes he would get too distracted with other messages to really fully get any of his talking points through, making him grow slightly more frustrated each time. Kip tried his best to mask it though, he was a guest here, on this stream, and he needed to act like it.

Well… Unless…

With Cassidy focusing on having a talk with the chat while browsing through to find more videos to watch, Kip reached his leg further under the table, carefully wrapping it around the cord that he believed to be the microphone sitting on the table. Kip glanced at Cassidy over his shoulder again, gathering the blond’s attention with ease. Even from behind the sunglasses Kip recognized the questioning look he was receiving back.

“I’m going to go get some snacks. You want anything?”

Cassidy just shook his head, Kip pushing up on his feet, making sure to tug his leg as hard as he possibly could for as much chaos as he needed in the moment. He could feel the cord tightening around his foot, tumbling the microphone down on the table, by the sound also unplugging it from the computer.

“Jesus Kip, what did you do?” Cassidy asked as he registered the sudden commotion, eyes glancing at chat that was almost immediately yelling at him that they were muted. Kip looked at him, then the fallen microphone that was still barely on the table, before he leaned down to check under the desk, trying to hide his little smirk to cover his tracks. “You’re a hazard to have around sometimes.”

Kip just shrugged a little, letting out a quiet murmur of acknowledgement as a response as he reached for the computer cables after untangling the one from his foot, playing a little guessing game at which one he should unplug next to get rid of the camera. He could hear Cassidy typing, probably apologizing to chat for the technical difficulties, but the silent curse he let out as Kip pulled off another cord was a clear indicator that he did something right.

“What are you doing down there?” Cassidy asked with a long sigh, pushing the chair away from the desk before leaning down to check on Kip’s antics under it, only for the Brit to catch him off guard as his hands landed on Cassidy’s face, pulling him into a kiss. Cassidy didn’t resist, honestly based on the quiet hum he got back Kip was deducing that he quite enjoyed it despite the situation, the blond’s hand finding its way to the back of Kip’s head, pulling him away from under the table as Cassidy straightened himself on his chair.

Kip broke the kiss apart only after he was back on Cassidy’s lap in the chair, face to face straddling him this time, quickly glancing over his shoulder at the computer screen. It was still on, the chat was still going, freaking out as they couldn’t see or hear anything. Kip had managed to do what he intended to, cutting them off from the live feed for a hot second to have a private moment with his boyfriend.

“You could have just said you were bored.” Kip looked back at him, Cassidy still being rather unamused by his antics, though he clearly wasn’t going to push the Brit away either now that they were here. “We could have just stopped streaming.”

“I don’t know, I think this is more entertaining,” Kip smirked at him, lifting his hands up to Cassidy’s face, removing his sunglasses, carefully lowering them on the computer desk behind him. “Give the people something to talk about. I mean, they aren’t seeing any of this, I don’t need to get you in trouble with Twitch, but, you know. They have their imaginations.”

For the first time since Kip had started these shenanigans, he could see a smile tucking the corner of Cassidy’s lips. “Oh, get me in trouble? Why would that happen?”

Kip chuckled, leaning closer to press a little peck on Cassidy’s lips, arms wrapping around his neck. He could feel the fingertips on his thighs, tapping against them a little, clearly the last song they listened to still playing in the blond’s head.

“Cause I wanted to make out with you until you turn goddamn stupid. I think that would be considered too adult for the platform.”

Kip’s hand played with his hair, the other leaving ghostly fingerprints against his neck. Cassidy just smiled at him, hands moving up his thighs, starting to gently tuck on the hem of Kip’s hoodie.

“Yeah?” Cassidy asked, Kip nodding his head, finally feeling Cassidy lifting up the hem of his hoodie, Kip glancing down to it, seeing what the blond was clearly indicating he wanted. “More adult than you half naked in my lap?”

Kip just smirked, retreating his hands to himself as he reached over the back of his head, complying with the wordless request as he pulled the hoodie off, haphazardly throwing it onto the desk. Cassidy took in the sight for a moment, Kip trying to hold back on letting his pride show at how much he enjoyed being perceived by his boyfriend like this. Some might have described Cassidy’s stare too intense, but to Kip being looked up and down and all over like this felt more like a prize than anything else. A praise for a task well done.

“I think I could get in more trouble than that,” Cassidy finally stated, arms around Kip’s waist pulling him closer, steadily against Cassidy’s chest. The first flash of blush was finally on the Brit’s cheeks, Cassidy chose to not pay attention to it, as cute as he found it. Kip cupped his cheeks, pressing his lips against Cassidy’s again, but not for long enough for the heat to settle in yet.

“More trouble?” Kip asked with a soft smirk as they parted, Cassidy nodding his head. Kip could feel a hand sliding up his back, already knowing what was coming as he regretted asking the question as a hand slid into his hair with ease, balling a few coils into Cassidy’s fist, giving it a gentle tuck. Biting his lip, Kip let out a soft whine, hearing Cassidy chuckle as Kip’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Oh yeah. We would be in so much more trouble,” he hummed, gently pushing Kip’s face towards his with the hand on the back of his head, finally locking their lips together, deepening the kiss as Kip moaned surprisingly loud against it as Cassidy tucked on his hair a second time.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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