#character: orange cassidy

[underratedandoverit]

Forever (For A Morning)

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

some soft morning fluff with two idiots in love. thats really it lmao

the brainworms have been really strong recently so against popular believe im actually still writing hello

on ao3

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Kip hummed to himself quietly as he slowly woke from his slumber, becoming aware of his surroundings and the soft bed underneath him. Snuggling his head a bit tighter against the pillow, he briefly fluttered his eyes open, closing them again almost immediately as Kip registered the soft morning light spilling into the room from between the curtains.

He inhaled deeply, sighing a little as he rolled onto his back on the hotel bed, one arm reaching to the other side of the bed, as was part of his usual morning routine at this point.

Except this time, instead of him patting an empty spot on the bed, his hand landed on another body, feeling the cool skin underneath his palm.

Brows furrowing Kip opened his eyes again, rolling onto his other side, locking tired eyes with Cassidy, who smiled sleepily back at him. A soft blush crept onto Kip’s cheeks at those blue eyes shining with some sleep still in them, even more so than Cassidy’s usual laid back demeanor had. The messy blond bedhead definitely didn’t help the case, or the fact that Kip’s hand was very casually laying on his bare chest.

“Morning.”

Kip could have sworn he saw a little smirk cross Cassidy’s lips at that greeting, but before he could reply, Cassidy was already turning towards him, leaning over to press a soft kiss on his lips. He pulled away before Kip could respond to that either, leaving him wondering how someone so slow and lazy was still functioning better while being sleepy in the early morning than he did.

“I thought you’d already be up,” Kip mumbled, quickly pulling his hand away from Cassidy’s chest. The blond hummed a little at him before reaching for Kip’s hand, pulling it back towards him. Kip didn’t resist, feeling his cheeks heating up some more as he watched Cassidy observing his hand a little bit before pulling it closer, pressing a little kiss on his knuckles.

“Thought about it,” Cassidy shrugged, Kip watching as he gently placed Kip’s hand back on his chest as he leaned his head back against the pillow. “Didn’t really feel like it.”

Kip looked at him, the words taking a moment to register in his mind. When they finally hit, his body moved faster than his brain, the hand reaching from Cassidy’s chest to his face, landing on his forehead. Cassidy chuckled at him quietly, gently brushing Kip’s hand away.

“I’m not sick,” he mumbled, watching Kip’s face redden at the statement. Kip retreated his hand back to himself, Cassidy humming a little again as he rolled to his side, getting face to face with Kip.

“I was thinking,” he started, pulling one arm under his head to prop himself up a little, the other one reaching for Kip, in turn pressing against his chest. Kip glanced down at it, watching Cassidy’s fingertips carefully curling against the canvas of his t-shirt before he slid his hand down Kip’s torso, low enough to get to the hem of the shirt and slipping underneath it. Biting his lower lip, Kip felt the fingers crawling up against his skin until Cassidy’s hand was back on his chest, fingertips drawing miscellaneous nonsense shapes against his bare skin underneath the shirt.

“We should order breakfast up here. I don’t really feel like going out today.”

Kip’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his face softened at the small smile on Cassidy’s lips and the fingers freely exploring his chest underneath the canvas of his shirt, a sensation Kip had a hard time pushing away from his mind.

“There’s a show tonight though.”

Cassidy looked like he thought about the statement for a moment, his fingers stopping momentarily to allow Kip some breathing room before he shrugged lazily. “I’m not booked tonight. I can call in.”

The thoughts immediately started swirling in Kip’s head how he wasn’t going to be given such a luxury with how the Patriarchy was going to require him to be backstage whether they actually needed him or not, but his mind suddenly drew a complete blank as Cassidy leaned closer, catching Kip off guard with a kiss on the lips. He remained there, moving his whole body closer to Kip, closing the gap between them as he pressed himself against Kip, lazy legs throwing themselves over Kip’s, effectively trapping him on the bed.

Not that he wanted to move really, not with that hand slipping from underneath Cassidy’s head to cup his cheek and then to the back of his head as Cassidy gently tucked his hair, making Kip moan quietly at the touch, giving Cassidy just enough of a room to deepen the kiss and slip a tongue into Kip’s mouth. There was no rush, the only heat in the moment being on Kip’s cheeks that felt and looked like they were on fire, his hands slowly regaining their control as he wrapped them around Cassidy’s waist, pulling him closer.

Cassidy broke the kiss slowly, listening to Kip whine quietly as he tried to chase after it. Cassidy chuckled, gently brushing a hand through Kip’s hair, watching him flutter his eyes shut, clearly content with the direction the morning was taking.

“Maybe I am a little sick today,” Cassidy smiled, the statement followed by a soft sigh. “Love sick for you.”

Kip chuckled, opening his eyes just in time as he felt Cassidy’s hand under his shirt pressing against his chest, forcing Kip to roll onto his back, the blond moving on top of him to straddle his midsection with ease. He smiled down at Kip, leaning down close until his lips barely brushed against Kip’s, making him shudder at the hot breath tickling against his skin.

“So… Breakfast?”

Kip nodded fast, Cassidy smiling at him as he pressed a quick peck on Kip’s lips before pulling away. He sat there for a moment, pondering, looking at Kip who was suddenly again very aware of the feeling of Cassidy’s hand against his chest underneath his shirt as his fingers slowly tapped against his bare skin.

“Maybe something more after that. We have all day.”

Kip nodded again, all coherent words getting stuck in his throat just thinking what Cassidy had in mind for the day. The blond nodded back at him, finally retreating his hands from Kip, pushing himself off from him and off the bed, approaching the table on the side to order room service for them. Kip inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he tried to relax a little bit, trying to ignore the thoughts of how many messages and unanswered calls he was going to have to deal with when he would inform Christian he was coming to work today.

[wheeleryutagf]

wheeler yuta talking abt orange’s impact backstage why am i crying

[ekbelsher]

Ash helping Dru out when she's beset by goblins :)

[minacoleta]

Chikara tarot finally printed! Stickers finally listed! My ORIGINAL QUEER WRESTLING COMIC 1ST CHAPTER FINALLY BEING RELEASED!!! Behind the scenes zine with bonus character cards!! Prints on sale!!! HOLY MOLY!!!

[theocassidy]

[chiraltalkswrestlez]

How tonight's Dynamite ending felt

[wnightingales]

how are my fellow orange cassidy enjoyers feeling this evening

[raposeira]

It just doesnt taste as good as it did when I was little

[junglemax]

Blorbo: OC

Fic title: when it rains it pours

i did not forget abt these i swear!!

when it rains it pours.

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Everything is falling apart. Everyone’s getting hurt, people are splitting, Orange feels like his skull is going to crack in half from every god damn emotion hitting him at once. All he wanted, all he ever wanted in this stupid business was to have fun. All he wanted was to have people around him. All he wanted was to do something good.

His hand feels forced here. This battle is bigger than he ever could be. But everyone’s looking at him, expecting great things, expecting him to solve all of their problems, but he’s so tired. And worn. And beat. Worse than he ever had been when he had the International Championship. This is much bigger than that belt. Much heavier than that belt.

When he fights, he fight hard. If he may die in that ring at the hands of the Death Riders, then so be it. At least he’ll go out with someone else’s blood on his hands, a reminder to himself and everyone that wresting has always been so much more than just friends and matches. He’ll go out with the most fight he’s ever had in his life.

[godspouse]

“that’s how ya do it, baby!” [WHACK]

[underratedandoverit]

Too Afraid To Fly Cause They Want Me To Fall

995 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

first of all, required listening for this fic second, im not over the possibility of kip being the only safe haven left for oc after the best friends break up and betrayal so im gonna run with this thought since tk (the coward) isnt giving it to me on my television. we have a whole au about this thing so consider this a part of that but i doubt im posting more in that any time soon so just. look at this thing lmao

hurt/comfort, on the emotional side. late night anxiety and kissing it away. just a lot of questioning about the realness of things and relationships and such. all with a happy ending. thats it 💜💜💜

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Cassidy held his breath as he felt the bed shifting next to him. As far as he knew in the moment, Kip thought he was asleep; it had been what felt like hours since he had gotten into bed, claiming to be exhausted and wanting to get a head start on sleep since it was finally a calm weekend of just being at home for him. Kip didn’t seem to think anything of it, just kissing his cheek and wished him good night before returning to the stream room so his potential yelling wouldn’t bother Cassidy’s attempt at getting some rest.

But the truth was definitely more complicated than that. Not that Cassidy would admit it, but he wasn’t even nearly as tired as he was claiming to be. Or maybe he was, but it surely didn’t feel like it with the thoughts racing in his mind all day, and all night, honestly.

All he really wanted was to lay in the darkness, let the thoughts slip out of his mind in the shape of tears forcing their way out of him, not make Kip aware of the pain still pushing through in his chest.

It had been weeks. Months. And yet it felt like it was only yesterday when the Best Friends had fallen apart. Time moved in a haze in Cassidy’s mind, he saw the calendar pages change but it didn’t mean anything anymore; every day felt the same, whether it was going through the motions of a free day at home, traveling for work, being at work. The routine was a highly welcomed numbing sensation, but at the same time it hurt more than he cared to admit.

Cassidy could feel Kip’s arms slipping under his blanket, hand grabbing his, other arm sliding underneath him and around his waist. Kip didn’t care if he was asleep or not, he was going to get in as close and personal as possible, knowing the issues Cassidy still had sleeping alone. The blond felt himself being pulled against Kip’s chest, a soft little kiss being pressed to the back of his neck.

He shivered, unwillingly.

“…Hey.”

The soft whisper left Cassidy’s lips before he could stop himself. Something about Kip’s soft gestures despite thinking he was asleep got to him, temporarily lowering that wall he had built around himself when it came to letting anyone get too close again.

Somehow Kip always seemed to manage to crash through it, however.

“Mmhhmm?” Kip sounded sleepy, mumbling against the back of Cassidy’s neck, making the blond swallow thickly. He could feel Kip gently squeezing his hand, pressing another kiss against the exposed skin on his neck.

“Do you… Do you think we’re going to be okay?”

Cassidy regretted the words as soon as he felt Kip moving, snuggling his head close so it rested on Cassidy’s shoulder, the Brit humming quietly in his ear.

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

He didn’t really know, but the feeling in his gut that Kip wasn’t going to like his answer grew up stronger with every passing silent second as Cassidy tried to form some sort of sensible order of words in his head.

“Clementine?”

“…Do you really love me?”

Kip’s arm disappeared from around his waist, his head leaving Cassidy’s shoulder as he sat up. The blond froze in place, not entirely sure how to react. He could feel Kip’s eyes on him, observing, studying him, trying to find the place where those questioning words came from.

“Of course I do. What… Did something happen?”

He thought about it for a moment, slowly shaking his head as Cassidy sat up as well. Even in the dark bedroom, it was impossible to hide the forming tears from Kip’s overly observant gaze, it taking no time for him to wrap his arms around Cassidy and pull him into a tight embrace.

He was going to hate how those tears stained the shoulder of his shirt, Cassidy knew that, but he just couldn’t pull away.

“I just… After everything…”

Kip gently hushed him at the first hiccup that cut him off, pressing a soft kiss to Cassidy’s temple. He let the tears flow freely, for the first time after what felt like days, maybe weeks, the shaky breaths ghosting down Kip’s chest.

“Of course I love you. You’re my sweet Clementine.”

Another kiss, into his hair. Cassidy hiccuped quietly.

Sweet Clementine.

“There’s nothing that could stop me from loving you.”

He cried maybe a little bit more than before, Cassidy honestly wasn’t sure anymore. The bedroom, the darkness, it all became a blur, he could feel nothing but Kip’s lips on him, Kip’s arms around him.

His soft heartbeat against Cassidy’s chest.

“I know it’s difficult to believe after everything… But I would never lie to you.”

Cassidy could feel Kip pulling away slightly, one hand slipping to his face. The thumb rubbing his cheek stained it with tears in a feeble attempt to wipe them away, but the smile Cassidy could barely see on Kip’s face through them was enough to calm his mind anyway.

“I love you. Forever.”

The floodgates were so close to being fully opened again.

“F… Forever?”

Kip smiled, letting out a soft chuckle before he leaned in for a soft kiss. It was warm, Cassidy could taste his tears in it, the saltiness still reminding him of Kip in a way. He almost wanted to laugh at the thought, feeling the lightness finally, slowly, returning to him. The darkness persisted, but only physically, the bedroom slowly morphing into something more comforting the longer Kip’s lips lingered on his, breathing comforting life back into him.

The Brit slowly pulled away, Cassidy letting out a shaky breath. Kip hummed at him, leaning his forehead against his, trying to match the blond’s breathing.

“Yeah. Forever.”

Cassidy sniffled, feeling Kip’s hand brushing against his cheek. This time the tears disappeared successfully. He wanted to laugh again.

“For-forever with you…. That sounds perfect.”

[delilahcalicocat]

☆{I Need a Hug..}♡

{Rating: Cavity causing Fluff.}

{Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Blood, Chuck and Trent being Loud, Tired Orange}

🚾: Around 600

{Pairing: Orange Cassidy & Lilith Punk}

{Summary: [This takes place after he lost the title to Moxley] But, Orange is Tired and just wants Lilith to be there for him}

[Lilith's POV:]

I had just gotten to the arena in my car, I traveled 16 hours overnight to arrive to the arena where Orange was Fighting. I walked into him and the Best Friends locker room, and Orange was sitting there in a mess of blood

"Darling-" I Gasped

"He refused the medical personnel." Chuck Sighed

"I'm fine." Orange Muttered

"Dear, your not fine.. you need to go to medical" I sighed

"I need a hug though" He Grumbled

"If I give you a hug, will you go to medical with me to get patched up?" I Asked

"Yes.. I will" He said

I hugged him and took him down to medical, he got patched up and sat in the locker room until it was time to leave.

"You wanna go home now?" I asked him

"Yeah... I need sleep.." He said

"Alright, maybe I'll let you put the seat in car down so you can rest while I drive." I said

Trent and Chuck looked at us like it was a kitten and puppy in the same room, they were being loud beforehand, and i actually almost snapped at them for the loudness.

"Shut the fuck up you two, he's tired" I sighed

"But why" Chuck and Trent Pouted

"Orange is exhausted from that match cause Moxley couldn't fuckin' stay away from the Forks" I growled

"Ok we'll be quiet ma'am.." they said

"Good." I sighed

We got in the car and I started driving, we got towards a gas station when Orange asked if I could pull in so he could go get a couple snacks, I refused to let him go in the state he was in, so I got us a couple snacks and then came back to the car.

"Thanks.." He sighed

"No problem dear.." I hummed

♥︎~The End 😭~♥︎

[zebracorn-chan]

Gifted Adopts by TheFluffyRapt0r from DeviantArt: Blink&Wink, Demon Hands, Cassidy.

[the-kipsabian]

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Innuendo - Emery x Orange Cassidy

This idea came to me last night and it was too cute to pass up. Hope ya'll get a kick out of it as much as I did.

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Tag List: @katries @mrsmatt @summertimefun1982

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Word Count: 538

(Divider)

“Thanks guys,” Renee smiled at the camera, “Joining me, I have Emery – now, you’ve been gone for a bit, welcome back.”

“Thanks, Renee,” Emery smiled sincerely, “I just…. With everything that went down with BCC and then with the Bucks and Kenny….. Hangman and Swerve… It was just—a lot. I needed some time away, ya know?”

“Totally get it,” Renee nodded, “Now that you’re back, do you have any plans?”

“Actually, yeah. I’ve been watching the show from home, keeping my eye on certain people; cheering my friends, booing those I don’t quite… like…. Uh, but—I think it’s long past time that I branch out away from the Elite and find myself again. Maybe go for some title gold?”

“Which title holder do you think you’ll go for—Julia Hart and the TBS championship or Toni Storm and the AEW Women’s Championship?”

“Ya know, I don’t know. I’ve steered clear of Julia since she joined the House, but maybe it’s time I dip my foot in that pond. Or, speaking of ponds- I could look across the pond and go tit for tat with Toni again. Either…. Way…..”

Emery trailed off, tweaking her head to the side inquisitively as Orange Cassidy and Trent stopped across from her. Renee took a step backward, looking at the two guys, unsure where this was going. Emery’s eyes briefly flickered back to Trent, who gave her a smile and a shrug, obviously not sure what his best friend was doing.

“Hey Ree…” Orange said flatly, looking downcast towards the floor, “Heard you wanted a title match… I think you’ve earned one….. I’ll uh—see you Friday on Rampage….”

Emery’s mouth opened a fraction in surprise and amusement, Renee using her free hand in an attempt to hide her own amused smile.

“Orange, uh,” Trent chuckled, stopping him from walking away, “I hate to say it—but I don’t think TK will sanction a match between you and Emery.”

“Yeahh…..” Emery drew out, coughing out a laugh, “I appreciate the uh… offer, J. But Trent’s right.”

“…. Oh….” Orange slowly spoke, as if lost in thought, as he turned his attention back in her direction, “Uhm…. I guess we’ll do this tonight then…. I don’t have a match…. Uh…. Unsanctioned—for the International Championship….”

“Orange….” Trent said under his breath, shaking his head in amusement.

“…. 11:30… My hotel room. See ya then.” He turned away and walked off, leaving everyone in absolute shock; all three of them were wide-eyed and slack-jawed at what had just happened.

“Uhm--- back to you guys,” Renee coughed out as she tried to hold back the laughter. Trent looked at Emery, surprise fully evident in his eyes, but he shrugged, waving goodbye.

“Uh… Good luck?” Trent told Emery, giving her a thumbs up.

Emery stood there, wide-eyed, mouth agape, face tinting a deep shade of pink, too stunned to speak.

“Yeah. Good luck,” Renee echoed, sucking her lips between her teeth in an attempt to hold back her smile.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Emery wordlessly turned and walked the opposite way that Trent and Orange had disappeared.

Surely, that did NOT just happen. On live TV.

“I’m never going to live this down.”

[eternaleve]

My two favourite types of children at wrestling shows:

- the ones who come dressed up as their favourite wrestler

- the ones screaming for blood