#orange cassidy fics

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor, Orange Cassidy & Kris Statlander Characters: Orange Cassidy, Chuck Taylor, Kris Statlander, Trent Barreta, Willow Nightingale Additional Tags: Chuck is a drag queen, Vacation to New York (Naked in Manhattan inspiration fr), All of them are gay this is a gay club, Orange is pretentious I won't lie, inspired by Andrew in Drag by The Magnetic Fields, Chuck is quite literally a seductress, yes chuck's drag name is a silly little southern play on the 'kentucky gentleman' Summary:

Orange is dragged to a Drag even in some new york city night club by Kris and his entire life is changed when he meets some drag queen named Miss Bourbon Belle

[sydsaint]

Citrus man, will you ever know peace? <3

Summary: Trent betrays his friends, including Chuck's sister. But Orange ain't about to let Trent off easy after hurting the reader.

Music blares in your ears as the SUV rolls down the road towards the arena. Chuck and Trent are both sitting in front talking to one another about something or other. And Orange Cassidy, or James as you know him, is sitting silently next to you.

The SUV rolls into the parking lot at the back of the arena and you pull your headphones off of your head. Everyone files out of the vehicle and heads to the trunk for their bags. You let out a small yawn and stretch your arms over your head while Trent opens the trunk. Too busy with your stretching, you don't notice the edge of the trunk in your path. But thankfully, James does.

"Watch it." James leans forward and grabs your arm to pull you out of the way.

You stumble forward into him and steady yourself. "Crap. Thanks, James." You thank him for pulling you out of the way.

James nods and you go back to fetching your bags from the trunk. Everyone gets their bags and heads inside the arena for Dynamite. The group is mostly silent as you make your way through the backstage area and towards the locker rooms.

Chuck and Trent are at the front of the pack talking quietly about something, which leaves you and James a few feet behind them walking side by side silently. You glance forward and notice Trent's body language. He seems tense. Which is odd for him considering the circumstances.

You nudge James subtly and nod forward at Trent and Chuck. "Does Trent seem off to you?" You ask him quietly.

James looks forward and the pair and shrugs. "He looks fine." He answers you. "Maybe a little tired? No one got much sleep on the plane ride."

You nod in agreement and drop the subject for the time being. Everyone makes it back to the locker room and settles in for the show.

You keep to yourself for the most of the night, which is nothing new for you. But you can't help but notice that Trent is doing the same. Which is very much unlike him. You keep an eye on him as subtly as you can while everyone gets ready for Trent and James' tag match against the Young Bucks.

"Okay! Everyone ready to head out?" You head over to the door when it's time for the tag match.

James and Chuck both nod and head for the door. Trent takes a few more seconds to join the three of you and you all head down to the ring. You and Chuck hang back and let Trent and James take the lead since they're the ones in the match.

"Hey, Chuck?" You decide to talk to Chuckie about Trent's odd behavior while the two of you waiting for the tag match to be over.

"Yeah?" Chuck turns away from the ring and looks down at you.

You bite the inside of your lip, unsure about how to start the conversation. "Chuck...have you noticed anything weird about Trent, lately?" You ask him.

"Trent?" Chuck replies and glances into the ring. "Umm, I don't know." He shrugs. "I guess he's been a little on edge these past few weeks."

You nod and turn toward the ring as well. You ad Chuck manage to turn just in time to see Trent and James lose the match to the Young Bucks.

"Oh no!" You gasp and move to climb up onto the ring apron. "Crap. What happened, guys?" You slip through the ring ropes and walk over to console Trent.

Trent has his back turned to you, so you can't see the rage in his eyes or his clenched fists. You continue to approach him to make sure that he's okay, but James stops you in your tracks.

"YN, don't." James steps in front of you.

"What?" You furrow your brows in confusion as James stands in front of you.

Suddenly Trent whirls around and lunges for the first person that he sees. You go wide-eyed and step backwards as Trent slams into James' back. James crumples to the floor and you put a hand over your mouth in shock. Trent stands back up to his full height and stares at you with an expression that scares you.

"Trent?" You stare at him in disbeleif. "Trent?" You ask again when he starts coming toward you.

You instincively take a step backwards and your back hits the corner post. Your heart-rate picks up immensely as Trent keeps on coming at you. He gets a couple of steps closer before James stirs from the mat. He grabs Trent by the ankle to take his attention off of you.

You glance down at James as he mouths, 'get out.' to you. Trent turns around and picks James up by the hair and you use the distraction to quickly exit the ring. Chuck meets you on the floor and checks on you. He's still not medically cleared to wrestle, or be involved in anything that could potentially hurt him.

"James?" You push off of Chuck and approach the ring again as Trent beats up on him.

Trent stops his assault of James and turns back toward you again. You can feel the rage coming off of him as he stares at you. You stop in your tracks and Trent turns back around to James. He picks James up by the hair in a gruff manner and tosses his friend out of the ring like a bag of trash.

You hurry forward and meet James on the floor. "James? Are you alright?" You sink down to your knees to check on him.

"YN?" James groans in pain, his eyes glued shut in a grimace. "Get out of here!" He warns you again. "I can't let you get hurt." He manages to find your arm and latches onto it with his free hand.

You remain in place and intend to shield James from anymore harm. Trent steps down from the ring and scowls at you shielding James from another attack. He scoffs and stomps off, shooting a look at Chuck as he passes.

Chuck rushes off and goes to fetch the medical staff while you wait with James.

"Help is on the way, James." You grab his head and set it in your lap to support him.

Blood gushes from a nasty cut on James' forehead and stains your pants. The medical team all come rushing down the ramp and swarm the two of you. You let them take James away to get looked at and Chuck consoles you.

"What the hell, Chuck?" You look to Chuck for some answers. "Why would Trent do that?" You ask him.

"I don't know." Chuck pulls you into a comforting hug and rubs your arm. "Come on, lets go make sure that James is okay." He leads you up the ramp.

You and Chuck head backstage and wait outside the medical room for some answers. One of the docs pops out into the hall about 15 mintues later and heads over to you and Chuck.

"YN?" The doc gets your attention. "James is asking for you, if you'll follow me." He gestures for you to follow him.

You share a glance with Chuck and he lets you walk off with the doc. The doc leads you through in the door and through the room to where James is resting.

The doc walks off and you make the rest of the journey to James' side. You rush over to him and notice that his cut has been stitched up.

"James! Are you okay? God, you scared the crap out of me!" You fire off questions at him.

"I scared you?" James has the audacity to laugh. "YN, you're the one that scared me!" He insists. "I told you to get out of there! You could have gotten hurt."

You huff and shake your head. "You were already hurt!" You protest. "Trent wasn't going to stop! Look at your head!" You point to his stitches. "I wasn't going to stand by and do nothing!"

James laughs again and pulls you into his side for a hug. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck.

"I'm alright, YN." James assures you. "And Trent isn't going to get away with this, okay? We'll find out what's going on with him." He rubs your back gently.

You pull away from James and smile at him. "You know I'll help in any way that I can. And Chuck will too." You nod toward the door, knowing that Chuck is waiting outside. "You want me to go get him?" You ask him.

"He can wait." James replies and grabs your hand. "You're sure that you're okay, right." He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know that Trent scared you."

"I'll be alright." You shrug and glance down at his hand in yours. "Does your head still hurt at all? The doc didn't say anything about a concussion right?" You reach up and card your hand through his hair gently.

James shakes his head, his grip tightening on your hand again. "I'll be fine." He assures you. "I've got you, right?" He smiles at you. "...And Chuck I guess."

You laugh and nod, relieved that James is alright. You know that these next weeks aren't going to be easy. But you've got each other.

[magicalbuttertarts]

Orange Cassidy x F!reader prompt list C number 5?

AEW Masterlist

Smut Prompt List

Giggling (18+)

Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Riding . Oral (f receiving).

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 474

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

C5: Giggly sex

My eyes were closed.

My hands were on his chest, my nails digging into his skin as I bounced on his lap.

My teeth with biting my bottom lip, not to keep the lewd nosie at bay, no no.

It was to keep me the giggles at bay.

"Come on sweet girl. Look at me." He grunted from below me, his hands gripping my hips even tighter.

I shook my head no.

"Come on. I have missed seeing your face." He groaned, his own hips bucking up into me after I squeezed my pussy around his cock.

"Take off the sunglasses." Was l said to him.

He was pretending to be Orange Cassidy, right now.

I had to practically force him out of the jean jacket that he always wears, but he refused to take off his sunglasses.

One hand left my hip, and I heard him mutter that he took them off.

I looked down, ready to lean in and kiss him, but I couldn't help but laugh at the display below me, as I flung my head back and laughed, stopping what I was doing for a moment.

He was still wearing his sun glasses, and he was giving me his thumbs up sign he does, as he tried to keep a straight face, until he too broke down in laughter.

But before I knew it, he flipped me over onto my back.

My loud laughter has calmed down to giggles as he pulled his hips back and thrust into me, making my giggles turn into moans.

"Missed you. Missed this pussy."

I had to see his face, so I took off his sunglasses and instead of tossing them to the side, I placed them on my face.

He didn't even notice as his own eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched as he fucked me into the mattress.

"Look good in those glasses." He grunted as he slowed down his thrusts.

"Not as good as you." I whined, wanting him to move faster.

"Do the thumbs up." He demanded, his hips completely stilling.

"If I do it will you fucking move?" I whimpered.

He nodded his head yes.

I did his thumbs up, and I tried to keep a nonchalant face like he always does, but the giggles came pouring out of me once more.

He placed his head in my neck and I could feel his body starting to shake as he to started to laugh.

He collapsed next to me, the two of us to caught up in our laughter to continue having mind blowing sex.

That was until he finally calmed down, and I did realise that he was crawling between my legs again.

My giggles turned to moans as he buried his face between my legs, his tongue quickly working me towards me coming on his tongue.

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[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day seven : love bites — orange cassidy •

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{ summary } —after a bad day at work, james decided to show you how beautiful you are

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } shower sex, soft sex, love bites/ hickeys, groping, biting, praise, body worship, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasms, squirting internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 1k

{ pairing } — plussize!reader, fem!reader x orange cassidy

{ genre } — smut

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the warmth of the shower encapsulated your body

allowing you to wash away all the stress from the day

or at least most of them, there was one prominent moment that had never left your mind all day

one of your coworkers had been displaying some odd tendencies as of late

she was ruder, more calloused and heartless

she had made an unsolicited comment about your weight

one that you thought she’d never remark

considering, up until that point you considered her to be somewhat of an acquaintance.

you were never that big as she stated

sure you may have a little extra thickness to you but it was not your definitve beauty trait

you’ve always loved your curves, how your body was thick in all the right places

you thought yourself a goddess

but yet…her words still got to you

“love…? you in here?”

james’ voice called out amongst the rain like sound of the water

you responded with a meek yes just barely loud enough for him to hear

he poked his head through the now opened door

his hair wet with sweat, still clinging to his forehead

his cheeks still lingered with a soft red, indicating that he had just finished up at the gym.

“can i come in?” he questioned, his eyes never leaving yours

you nodded softly, watching on as he stripped down

his muscles more toned than usual, looking god-like each time he’d flex slightly under the warm faded yellow lights of the bathroom

the workout had surely proved useful for your libido

he joined you in the shower lazily wrapping his arms around your waist

his head atop your shoulder, silently listening to each breath you took

“you’re too quiet…something happened” he remarked inquisitively,

a small scowl across his lips

“just a bad day at work that all”

you tried to deflect the narrative, attempting to grab the soap before he stopped you

“there’s something you’re not telling me”

the sternness in his voice was uncommon for james’ usual nonchalant attitude

“james…” you mumbled, turning around to face him, avoiding his gaze for the moment

“is my body…good looking to you?”

it was a question you’d never asked him before, a question that he thought he’d never hear

it broke his heart knowing that someone had said something to make you feel the need to ask him

“love…your body is like heaven to me” he began resting his forehead against yours

“every time i see you i’m in awe. your body has the most beautiful dips and peaks that could rival the tallest mountains and the deepest caverns”

he leaned down to peck your lips sweetly

“your body is the personification of beauty and i’m so lucky that i get to hold you every night”

he cupped your cheeks, smoothing the skin softly

“don’t listen to what people say, you’re a fucking goddess you’re my goddess”

he leaned in for another kiss, this one rougher than the last

lips trailing across your jawline, down to the side of your neck where he began to suck on the skin

“james…” you moaned, the sound echoing off the walls of the small bathroom

“shhh…let me make you feel good, my angel…”

he pulled away, noticing the red mark beginning to form, he smirked down at his handiwork

he flipped you around, so that your chest was pressed against the wall

he let a hand sneak up your chest, beginning to grip your full breasts,

your nipple sensitive against the calloused palm of his hand

“you’re so fucking beautiful”

his lips fell to your neck again, sucking and nibbling at the soft flesh

his freehand guiding his cock to your entrance, teasing your folds with his tip before slipping himself into you

you fit him like a glove, your cunt so warm and wet around his size

he slowly began to move, making sure you felt every inch of his size

“james- fuck-!” you whined as he gave a particularly rough thrust

his size succumbing to the lovely grip of your cunt as he slipped himself deeper

“i’m so in love with you my angel. your beauty could rival that of the stars”

he continued to sing your praises through breathless pants

“i’ll worship you forever, your body is a temple that i will pray to every night”

your neck now littered with marks of his lust

splotches of red and pink littered your skin

“oh fuck- james please!” you whined on the brink of release

sweetness gushing around his cock unexpectedly and unannounced

“so fucking wet…” he breathed into your skin, his cock throbbing with arousal after his release

his seed dripping from beneath your thighs

“fuck i love you…” you muttered breathlessly, pulling him in for a tender kiss, feeling him hum contently against your lips

he took a moment to inspect the hickeys on your neck

“don’t cover those up tommorow, i want everyone to see how beautiful i think you are”

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[the-kipsabian]

[catch-needed-hobbies]

Little AEW x Pokémon thingy feat. Hook and Orange Cassidy

Orange Cassidy was not an energetic guy; a lot of people confused it with apathy but that implied he didn’t care about things. He cared about things but he just couldn’t be bothered to show his excitement most times. Right now as he watches what is in his opinion the most adorable exchange he’s bore witness to, he thinks about how other people probably think he doesn’t care at all. They’d be wrong.

“They’re still at it?” For the first time in the ten minutes it took his tag-partner to return from the vending machine, Orange looks away from the scene in front of him to address Hook, who has a bag of Doritos in his hands now.

“Yeah. They have not stopped. It’s very cute.” Just from the tone, you wouldn’t guess that Orange had already taken about a hundred pictures so he can look back at them later.

In that moment, Hook’s Pokémon partner finished his little lap around the locker room once again, capping it off by jumping up high enough to kick the berry laying on top of Snorlax’s head perfectly and into the painted target behind.

As the little Raboot began another lap, running past his trainer and his tag-partner as he did, Snorlax grabbed two berries from the bowl, eating one then placing the other on his head.

Their trainers meanwhile, watched in silence. It was a good exercise for Raboot; Snorlax was very tall for the little Fire type, even when sitting down, so he was getting some good high kick practice.

As another berry hit the bullseye perfectly and Raboot began to run again, Snorlax reached toward the bowl only to show the first bit of emotion of the day as he realized they were out of berries.

Well you did eat about half of them bud. Orange thought seeing his companion shake the bowl as if that would magically make more berries appear.

Raboot reached the larger ‘Mon and jumped up high only to stop in his tracks mid kick, noticing the lack of a target on his buddy’s head.

Gracefully, he let himself fall back down and kick at the floor a little in frustration. But soon enough, he put his little paws back in the pouch on his belly—Taz would always laugh at how “Of course you’d have a Pokémon with built in hoodie pockets Hook”—and walked back to his trainer, putting out a single paw in the air.

Hook in return, lowered the Doritos bag to his partner and let the little guy grab a singular chip that he began munching on like a piece of lettuce.

Orange just stared curiously. “Should he be eating that?” It was a genuine concern; he knew certain Pokémon couldn’t eat chocolate for example, what would a Dorito do to one of them?

“Yeah, I’ve seen him eat coal out of fireplaces so, I think he’ll be fine. Not the first time he’s had one anyway.” And with that silence befell the locker room again. Raboot began playing with one of the rocks he kept in his pockets and Snorlax—surprising no one—fell asleep on the floor.

It didn’t matter; their tag match wasn’t for another 20 minutes. They could just rest for now.

[underratedandoverit]

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.”

[delilahcalicocat]

☆~Mine~☆

{Rating: Fluff} {Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Overprotectiveness, Screaming.} {Pairing: Orange Cassidy & Lilith Punk} 《Summary: Orange Lost his title but never his girl, and He needed a break, but Roderick felt the need to meddle with everything before his break and Lilith is the one to stop Roderick》 [WC: around 1k]

[Lilith's POV:]

It'd Been a rough couple days, from Orange fighting on Rampage to Collison and now to Revolution. Where he was beaten for his title. He was a wreck. I'd felt so bad for him as that title was the one to make him a 2-time holder.

I was walking towards Orange's Locker room, until I heard Roderick's familiar Stupid ass voice.

"Don't worry Matt, I Messed with the schedule so he'll be forced to show up this friday" Roderick Explained

I kept that on my mind as I walked to Orange's Locker Room.

"Hey.." Orange Simply Said

"Your a mess." I retorted, looking at the blood from his forehead.

"Ya don't say." He joked

After a couple hours we got back home, and he went to bed as I sat on the couch and thought about those words Roderick said earlier

But the week following Orange was told he had to appear on Rampage, Roderick had gotten his way. Him and The undisputed asses did the fucking bidding of Moxley

Roderick was expecting when the music hit, Orange to be there alone. But I had recruited Chuck and Trent, and Hook. And for back up I had gotten Danhausen, Roderick's Jaw looked broken, As I stood there next to Orange.

I stood by Orange as Roderick complained about it being unfair, acting like a fucking toddler.

After a 15 minute rant from Roderick. I had to stop Taven and Benett from attacking Orange, as Orange was trying to speak. I didn't even care if this was just for a promo up to the tag titles, I would've done this normally. No one messes with us.

I hugged Orange as the music played again

"Mine." He said quietly

"Of course I am" I smiled a bit

[basil-the-scorned]

Rinse Off

AN: This whole fic talks about character bleed which is, to put it in my own words, becoming so invested in a fictional character you're playing that it "bleeds" into your own life. This shows up heavily in actors who method acts, anyone that role plays from DND and LARP-ing. That being said, I am using shoot names in this, as it's a very key part in this story.

Surprisingly, it didn't hit him during the whole final thing.

Not when Orange was laying on the ground while Trent was over him after their loss.

Not when his hands were shaking after he knocked Trent to the ground and announced the parking lot match. Or when felt his words almost getting stuck in his throat when he heard the words 'I love you' while they were both pooling blood on their faces over a broken car.

Hell, he didn’t even feel it when they were spraying alcohol on him and all the burning made him tear up a bit. 

They were far away from any arena, instead on a couch with Jim and someone else on the right side of him trying to figure out a movie to put on. The lights were dimmed despite the sun trying to shine through the barely closed blinds.

His arm still had gashes, angry jagged red lines of different sizes. He was still sore from hitting the cars, and God knows what else. And his ankle was still strapped in a clunky boot, taking its sweet time healing. He saw the stitches the other man got. It's barely there on his face now, unlike Chuck's scars that still stings every once in a while, when the water gets a bit too hot.

Was his ankle always this bad before Trent-

He remembers being splayed out on the car, the view in front of him mixed with blinding white and a heavy red color. Then he heard yelling and glass shattering and he pulled his leg out the way.

Didn't he? Then why was it still throbbing?

"Dust?" Chuck barely heard it, but he turned to see Jim and someone that couldn't be Greg looking at him, both of them with slight concern.

He slowly blinked. "We can hear you thinking over there, man." That was definitely Trent talking. The person who shattered his ankle to bits.

No. This was the person who was still his best friend and is right here with him.

So then why did he feel uneasy?

"You good?"

Chuck shook his head, clearing part of his thoughts. "I--yes?" He questioned, more towards himself. He shouldn't have been surprised by the TV losing audio.

"So that's a no." Jim piped up.

"It's fine, just my brain being a bit...stupid." Chuck waves it off, trying to get the attention off of him. It was his fault his mind was deciding to let his final match replay through his head.

"How's it being stupid?" He knew Trent would keep trying to get to the bottom of it. And as much as he wanted to push it down until another time, it would only rear its head when he really didn't want it to.

Still, he couldn't help the way his hands moved a bit too fast to throw them up. "It just is!" He felt his breath trying to catch in his throat, and he squeezed his eyes as tight as he could, wanting to see the different colored stars instead of the hurt look he's probably getting from Trent.

Stupid brain. Stupid feelings from the match. It's been long enough to get over it, they're already planning Jim and Trent's match already for Double or Nothing so why is he still...stuck?

Stuck in the possibility that maybe...maybe he took a bunch of things for granted? Like the ability to walk or do anything without his ankle trying to respond in pain?

Like it was doing now, even though he was sitting down.

That's when it finally clicked.

He couldn't stop the noise that came out of him. It sounded horrible, like he stuffed a ripoff Godzilla inside of him. A pretty crier he was not, but being upset isn't supposed to be a pretty thing to do. It hurts your heart, makes you not make any sense speaking, and all you can do is try to make all of the hurt go away by letting loose.

So that is what he did, letting some more noises out as tears kept pouring down his face and his hands no longer up in the air but trying their best to to cover half of his feelings. He knew it was going to be over, but not this soon, not when he finally felt like they were actually getting somewhere.

His ankle still gave him no kind of sympathy as it seems to make itself even more known in its throbbing, and that made him cry even harder. He doesn't even know if he's saying anything, he could feel his mouth moving but no words were really coming out. He was certain he looked like a mess for sure.

Wouldn't be anything new for him. Chuck Taylor, loud in everything he does even when he's upset. He couldn't even stop the arms that were surrounding him, only responding in a loud sniff that did nothing for whatever was coming out of his everything. He didn't know how long they stayed like that, but when he finally felt like the next thing out of his mouth wasn't a ugly sob, he lifted his face from his hands.

"Gross..." He finally hears Greg followed by a smack and a yelp. He was right though, Chuck didn't really plan on his hands becoming tissues either.

He expected the two footsteps following him to the sink. He didn’t even wait for the water to warm up, and got a chill as soon as he stuck them under.  It did its job of washing all the gunk and making them hands again, clean enough to wipe the tears still running. Everything felt open and raw enough for something else to send him back sobbing. He squeezes his eyes shut again, the colors now taking form in swirls. 

A breath in, shaky but a start. 

He read somewhere a long time ago in interviews of actors who got too invested in the part of their acting, to relate too much to the person on the page. The character blends into their lives, bleeding into their movements, voices, thoughts and dreams. The possibility of it was always looming in the background, but never something he never paid that much attention to. 

‘If I ever start being upset over wrestling, someone needs to slap me.’  If only he could shake himself now. Show him how Chuck and– and Dustin– are blending in this moment. In something he’s only heard of through Brandon in passing during their dungeon sessions, what Adam explained to him still halfway shaking from adrenaline and almost matching in the same amount of blood that’s probably stained forever on a beat up car. It’s why he’s still not uncomfortable with the tears just yet.

Another swipe of the eyes and he finally feels like he can stop looking at blurry colors. He opened them to find a watery mirror right in front of him. Slowly, Dustin looked up from his hands, and could already see his cheeks were flushed. It was always a dead giveaway to how he was feeling, almost like his own personal mood ring except it only could turn cherry red. 

His friends were still by the door, halfway sticking between the hallway and the bathroom. He reaches away from the sink, hands still wet enough for Greg to make the weirdest noise he’s heard in a while when he paws at the top of his shirt.  A laugh came out of Jim, which got him a stare that wasn’t too serious.

All Dustin could do was shake his head a bit. “They’re clean…”

“Still felt weird.” Greg rubbed at the spot he was touched at.

“You’re weird.” It was automatic but Greg let him put his hands on him again, a lot more dryer so he could guide them all back to the couch. “This is all weird.”

He still felt something mixing inside. He still felt like he might do this all over again. It was weird, all of it. 

But he guesses it’s all part of the business now.

[ur-fav-alien]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor, The Best Friends - Relationship, Orange Cassidy & Kris Statlander, Trent Barreta & Orange Cassidy & Chuck Taylor Characters: Orange Cassidy, Chuck Taylor, Kris Statlander, Side Character: Donovan Danhausen Additional Tags: mentions of:, Trent Beretta - Freeform, Wheeler Yuta - Freeform, Angst, Suicide Attempt, Orange cassidy is depressed as hell, the best friends are falling apart Summary:

After getting betrayed once again by Trent, and now by Kris Statlander, Orange is forced to reflect on past actions and relationships. He starts to lose his mind

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Blood Orange"

*contains smoking and Mox just being Mox*

"I can't believe I lost…" Orange thought as he smoked more from his cigarette. After losing his belt to Mox, Orange went outside to be alone and his favorite way to cope was smoking the pack of Newports that he kept in his denim jacket pocket. He knew that Chuck, Trent and Kris will probably scold him for smoking and give him a speech about how cigarettes can kill him but at this moment Orange was just… whatever.

"All that hard work and all that time I spent breaking my body every week… for fucking nothing" Orange thought again as he took a long drag from his cigarette until it was a little nub and he had to stomp it out and grab another one from the pack. He slowly slid down the brick wall of the building and sat on the ground as he took out his orange lighter and lit another cigarette.

He looked up at the night sky and wished he was as bright as the stars and not feel like someone who just lost their only purpose. He looked down at the ground in shame as he slowly inhaled from his cigarette until he heard the sound of someone walking towards him and a voice he definitely didn't wanna hear right now.

"I didn't know you smoked Cassidy?" Mox says which causes Orange to look up at him. "It's a stress reliever besides why are you here? To gloat?" Orange says as he's about to put the cigarette to his lips before Mox takes it from him. "Nah you went through too much already" Mox says as he takes a drag. "Then why are you here and not celebrating your win?" Orange asks curiously. "Cause Wheeler was worried about ya and… I was worried about ya too" Mox says with a bit of blush on his face.

“Jon Moxley caring about someone outside his faction? That's a shocker” Orange says with a laugh. “Hey! Listen Fruitcake! I wouldn't be out here if I didn't care about you! You're one of the few men I respect in this goddamn place so be happy I'm here!” Mox says while gently pushing Orange's shoulder. “You respect me?” Orange asks, causing Mox to freeze up. “Umm yeah but it's nothing to piss yourself over” Mox says as he stamps out the cigarette. 

“Then explain to me why you respect me” Orange says which causes Mox to blush even more. “I respect you because you never back down from anything. When you have your back against the wall you don't snap like a junkyard dog, you keep a calm head and find a new way out. You broke your body for this championship and I can't wait for a rematch! It's gonna be bloody and messy! Fuck, I just… I love you and” Mox freezes when he realizes what he just said.

“You love me?” Orange asks curiously with a blush as Mox nervously grabs a cigarette from his own pack. “Yeah so what? It's not like you feel the same” Mox says disappointingly as he fiddles with his unlit cigarette. “You wanna test that theory?” Orange asks with a smirk, catching Mox's attention. “What the fuck do you mean?” Mox asks as he lights up his cigarette. “Just trust me and close your eyes” Orange says as he pulls out his own cigarette and lights it. “You better not punch me in the dick or something” Mox warns as he closes his eyes. 

“Don't worry, just take a puff and keep the smoke in your mouth” Orange says calmly. He watches as Mox takes a puff and sees his cheeks puff out a bit. He takes a puff of his own, leans in and kisses Mox. He can feel Mox tense for a second before he gradually kisses back. They both feel the others smoke drift out their mouths and into the air. He gently cups Mox's face as he licks the inside of Mox's cheek, causing him to whimper. 

When they depart, Orange opens his eyes and sees Mox blushing and speechless. “Holy shit” Mox says quietly, his pupils wide. “Do you still think I don't feel the same?” Orange asks as he strokes Mox's cheek. “Y-You wanna stay with me in my hotel room tonight? I want more of those orange flavored kisses” Mox says as he leans into Orange's touch. “Is that why you stole my cigarette when you came out here?” Orange says with a laugh. 

“Wanted to see if the rumors were true and thankfully they are” Mox says with a cheeky grin. “Wheeler is gonna have a fucking heart attack when he finds out” Orange says as he stands back up. “The kid is almost thirty so I think he can handle me telling him I'm dating and fucking his dad” Mox says with a chuckle as he gets up as well. “Already claiming me as your boyfriend? You really wanna be with a fruitcake?” Orange asks playfully as Mox wraps his arms around his waist. 

“I like a little blood orange in my diet” Mox says with a chuckle as he kisses Orange again. He's permanently addicted to Orange's taste as Orange is to his. “You wanna invoke that winner's room now? I can give you the whole fruit basket if you want?” Orange says seductively as they depart. “Oh fuck yes! Let's go!” Mox says excitedly as he scoops Orange into his arms and runs inside the building to get their stuff. “Maybe losing isn't so bad after all” Orange thought to himself as he held onto his new boyfriend for dear life.

[whysamwhy123]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orange Cassidy/Hook Characters: Orange Cassidy, Hook (Professional Wrestling), Chuck Taylor, Trent Barreta Additional Tags: Kayfabe Compliant, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Man, Implied Sexual Content, And most controversially -, Ice Cream

Hey, look, I actually posted that OrangeHook fic I’ve been going on about for ages. An attempt sure was made! Read it, maybe? If you want? Also, has been there a consensus yet on what this pairing’s called? OrangeHook? Freshly Hooked? Violent Apathy?

[wnightingales]

rip to orange cassidy but if julia hart stared at me i would simply stare back and then let my gaze wander down to her lips and then meet her eyes again and then we-

[banannabethchase]

Hallmark

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December Prompt Challenge day 10: Hallmark Movies. Thanks to @sarahcakes613 for the idea!

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Wardlow stares.

“Excuse me?” he says.

The guy stares at him, looking incredibly out of place in the office wearing denim, sunglasses, and a white tee shirt. Even with the more casual outfitting for the holidays, he sticks out like a sore thumb.

“Your dad,” the guy deadpans. “I’m here to tell you he needs you back in town to sign over the company from headquarters. Before the 31st, in order to keep with legal requirements.”

Wardlow puts down the stack of paper in his hands. Sure, he’d been putting this off for months. But he hadn’t realized the deadline was that serious. “And he couldn’t come himself because…?”

“He’s at headquarters.” The guy says it like it’s obvious and looks over his glasses at Wardlow, expression still unreadable. “Come on.”

“How do I know this isn’t a scam?” Wardlow asks, standing from his desk. “You could be here to kidnap me and ransom me for the company money or something.”

Finally, a smile cracks on the guy’s face. “Because that’s not how Hallmark Christmas movies go, is it?”

[valkyrie-night-103]

something clever about wine, clementines, and the end of the world as we know it?

Apologies this took so long to reply to!! This is my favourite, both in title and concept, and the revised summary ended up significantly longer than I thought, so I only wrote up part of the plot/outline!

As some of you may know, I absolutely love TLOU (The Last of Us, for those unaware). I played the game and I’m watching the series. If you’ve seen episode three of the show, you probably know where this is going. Sort-of Spoilers for TLOU Episode 3 if you’ve somehow not seen it yet.

If people want to hear more about how this story progresses, I would be thrilled to talk about it more! If anyone wants the next chunk of the summary, send an ask as per the ask game and I’ll gladly share the next part. I was really hoping someone would ask about this one, but I also want to gauge interest.

Disclaimer: I have never written this pairing before, or any of these characters, actually, so characterisation will likely leave something to be desired. Content warnings for mentioned character death, and all of the topics that come with post-apocalyptic AUs

Chuck Taylor doesn’t like people. People haven’t done him any good before the world went to shit, and they certainly won’t do anything to help him now. Except Trent, maybe, but he got himself killed like a moron, so Chuck doesn’t think that counts anymore. He is the reason that Chuck has any resources whatsoever. And his skeptical attitude definitely rubbed off on him, which is probably the only thing that has kept his dumb ass alive for this long.

This town has become a prison of his own making. In the early days, he and Trent had fortified this part of the neighbourhood as soon as everyone else left. Chuck wanted to go too, but he wasn’t going to leave his idiot of a best friend alone in the middle of the apocalypse. Trent clearly didn’t have the same sentiment when he accidentally blew himself up with one of his own traps during regular maintenance, so now he’s stuck living in his best friend’s childhood home, in the town he moved to for a college he dropped out of, completely on his own.

(It’s ironic, almost poetic, that when one of Trent’s half-baked apocalyptic disaster scenarios that he was always preparing to survive actually came to fruition, his own paranoia is what killed him. Or maybe he was tired of living with Chuck, who knows.)

He sighs, picking up his gun. It was Trent’s, and he always hated it when Chuck would borrow his stuff. It’s not like he can use it, so Chuck doubts he’ll mind too much. He definitely doesn’t ever think about how Trent would feel about the way things are now. He especially doesn’t think about it regularly.

He walks toward the edge of the trench that begins six feet from the fence. Four feet wide and eight feet deep, the last protective measure not including the fence. It had been back breaking work, especially when they weren’t sure if or when a horde could arrive. It paid off, it’s probably saved his life a hundred times over. The infected aren’t very smart, they fall right in and it’s like shooting fish in a barrel.

He aims, and pauses when he hears a voice. An actual human voice that isn’t his own.

“I’m not infected!” The man calls out, hands raised.

He’s wearing double denim despite the heat. Chuck assumes it used to be an acid-washed blue, but the dirt makes it rather unclear. He’s wearing reflective sunglasses, but one lens is only partially intact. His face is red and flushed, and Chuck holds tighter to the grip. An elevated temperature is the first sign of infection.

“I’m not infected.” He repeats, breathing heavily.

Chuck knows that Trent would smack him upside the head for even considering it, but he retrieves a ladder and helps him out of the pit. The man thanks him, but Chuck raises the gun again.

“Go. I’ve got traps everywhere, so retrace your steps. Go on.”

“I haven’t eaten in a week, I haven’t slept- I’m alone, I won’t last five seconds out there, if the infected don’t get me-“

“Not my problem.” Chuck says, gesturing with the barrel of the shotgun.

“Please.” He says, and Chuck sighs.

-

Chuck isn’t quite sure how they got here. He places the plate down in front of him before sitting at the other end of the table. It’s not much, but he suspects it’s the first thing that the poor guy has eaten since the outbreak that isn’t both canned and expired.

“So, what’s your name?” He asks, tucking in immediately.

“Chuck Taylor.” He says. As always, he braces for this guy to tell Chuck to stop fucking with him and ask for his real name.

“Like the shoe? Cool. I’m Orange, Orange Cassidy.” He asks, and Chuck is fighting the urge to snap that it’s none of his goddamn business where his name comes from when he hears the rest of his sentence.

“Very funny.”

“No, seriously. That’s my name.”

“Were your parents hippies or something?”

“Fuck you, man.” The man, Orange, says with a laugh. He’s heard that one before, but Chuck has an equally unusual name, so it’s funnier when coming from him.

TO BE CONTINUED

[underratedandoverit]

kip tries to text penelope about his crush on oc, but he accidentally texts oc instead and now oc knows exactly what kip likes about him

~3k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i dont have the brains to edit this rn but i wanna post something since i finished this and its been a hot second so. i might come back to edit this a tad later but for now it is what it is apart from that the only warning is that kip says fuck twice in text messages so. theres that lol

just something cute and fluffy for a change yay. because kip is an idiot and i think its adorable. the prompt basically says it all lmao

on ao3

@stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Laying in the hotel bed, Kip was barely awake, but sleep just refused to claim him. He had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours now, honestly annoying him to no end. Kip could feel his eyelids very heavy over his eyes, his whole body was tired and ready to fall asleep, but something was keeping him up tonight.

Tonight. Just like almost every night. Maybe that’s why he was so annoyed by it, because it was such a recurring thing. The thoughts kept coming back to him time and time again, night after night, every time he was almost asleep he could see a vision of the blond flash before his eyes, almost startling him back to the side of consciousness.

When Kip promised to both himself and Orange Cassidy that he would not rest until he got that International title belt in his grabby little British hands, he didn’t mean it as literally as his whole body and mind was obviously taking the statement.

With a sigh Kip rolled to his side, barely opening his eyes as his lazy hand reached for his phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen as it lit up with a push of a button, revealing the time to him. It had been an hour since he had gone to bed, which was still a lot longer than he had been hoping for. Kip inhaled deeply, dropping the phone from his hand next to his pillow, trying to close his eyes again for at least a moment of sleep, no matter how restless.

Soon enough the darkness behind his eyelids were occupied with the events of tonight instead. Kip had been backstage, just watching the show tonight, witnessing once again Cassidy successfully defending the title against an opponent that Tony Khan had seemingly pulled out of a bag filled with random names. Kip had to wonder though if his name was in that bag as well and he was just unlucky enough to never get called up into action against the champion, but at the same time he didn’t mind.

He enjoyed watching the champion. Observing him. His every move, every hand brushing through that hair, the intensity in his bright eyes as he focused on overcoming the increasingly difficult obstacles in his opponents. Every land of the Orange Punch, every pin he made, every victory celebration after another. Week in and week out, Kip liked watching him succeed.

…Of course, for his own personal gain only, that was obviously the only reason. There were no other thoughts going on in his head, he never reflected the rare smile on the champion's face with his own, Kip never wished that he could go up to him after a successful match to congratulate him, to hold… No, shake his hand, to tell him that Cassidy did a good job.

…That Kip wanted him to do more than just that, as he had already done a very good job against him.

No, Kip would never do such things. Never.

He groaned, still annoyed as now he definitely couldn’t shake Cassidy from his mind. Kip might have had a better chance of winning this war in his head if he just admitted to what he wanted, but at the same time he just couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. He had managed to mask it behind just wanting to get his hands on the title so far, and that had been working in his favor, more or less – at least in the sense that nobody questioned him about why he kept haunting Cassidy so mercilessly, when he was back in the back of the line for another title shot. Kip could just claim he wasn’t planning on giving up so easily, and people would buy it, and that would be it.

Well, in a sense it was true. He wasn’t giving up, or at least his mind wasn’t, but it wasn’t about the title anymore.

It was only about the champion himself.

Rolling on his back, Kip forced his eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling. Sleep obviously wasn’t coming to him, so in the dark his hand patted for his phone, picking it up, scrolling up his contact list. As soon as he spotted Penelope’s name he clicked the messaging button, beginning to type.

‘I can’t sleep. Wyd?’

Kip stared at the three little dots very quickly forming on the screen, signaling for her typing. Soon a message popped up on the screen, much to Kip’s delight. At least he hopefully wasn’t going to have to deal with these thoughts alone tonight.

‘Nothing much. Was just gonna crash.’

As Kip stopped to ponder how he was going to present his thoughts to her, another message popped up.

‘This isn’t a booty call, is it?’

He chuckled, shaking his head a little, beginning to type.

‘No, I just wanted to talk.’

Kip stopped again, quickly typing again before Penelope had a chance to respond yet.

‘I can’t stop thinking about Clementine. I feel like I’m losing my mind.’

Maybe a bit over the top, but Kip was known for his flare for the dramatics, and they had talked about this with Penelope before, his… Supposed crush, as she liked to refer it to as, on Cassidy, so the wording felt appropriate to him. After all, it was keeping him up at night, multiple nights a week at this point, putting him in a state that he wasn’t quite sure what he was going through.

As Penelope took a while to start responding, Kip began to type again. He was hoping she was just giving him space to talk as she didn’t outright tell him no or that this wasn’t an appropriate time for this conversation, as she was usually very straight forward when it came to that kind of stuff.

‘Every time I see him I can’t stop looking at him. I want him to stare at me with those intense eyes of his again, but not as opponents in the ring, but as something more. I want him to run his hand through my hair like he does his own. Fuck I want those hands on me just in general. I can’t stop thinking about the things he would be so good at doing with them. It fucking keeps me up at night like… I think I’m going insane. He makes me go insane.’

He almost regretted the paragraph of text right after hitting send, but as the mark of it being read appeared on his screen, Kip had no place for such feelings in him anymore. He read the lines over a couple of times while waiting for Penelope to process everything and to reply back to him, nodding his head along his own words in approval. Those were the things he had been thinking about tonight, all of those about Orange Cassidy, and then some Kip wasn’t quite sure he should just pour onto her without any warning. This was already a lot, though Penelope did know quite many of them already, but still. He had to draw the line somewhere and keep the rest of his thoughts private in his own mind, where he could just as easily imagine Cassidy doing all the things he wanted him to do when Kip closed his eyes.

Kip was almost startled out of his thoughts as his phone suddenly pinged, signaling Penelope finally responding back to him. Kip’s eyes narrowed a little at the message as he read it, Penelope asking if he wanted to talk face to face about it, and asked for his room number. Maybe he had revealed a little bit too much this time, but at least Penelope wasn’t telling him to shut up and just go to sleep.

He quickly texted her back the room number, watching Penelope send back a thumbs up emoji. Kip dropped the phone from his hand, reaching with it for the light switch for the lamp next to the bed, shielding his eyes with his free hand as he managed to turn it on. Pushing himself up from the bed, Kip double checked that at least the shorts he had chosen to wear were decent before picking up the hoodie he had worn earlier in the day and just thrown over the back of the chair, quickly pulling it over his exposed upper body. He didn’t need to dress fancy or perfectly for just Penelope, but some decency was in order at least.

Kip brushed his hand through his hair a few times, trying to get rid of the possible bedhead he had managed to gather while tossing and turning in bed, walking into the bathroom to make sure in the mirror that he looked decent. As the lights flickered on in the room, he winced a little at his reflection; Kip was very well aware he was dead tired, but for some reason he hadn’t expected that to reflect on the way he looked on the outside. He had gotten rather good at cleaning the makeup after shows now so the dark circles were definitely not smudged eyeliner anymore.

With a sigh he quickly ran the faucet, splashing his face a few times with cold water in hopes of looking a bit more alive. In his head Kip quietly cursed that dastardly Orange Cassidy, keeping him awake at night like this, making him sleep deprived and looking like hell against his own will. Without being there in person doing that to him himself. What a coward.

Kip jumped a little at the sudden knock on his door, peeking his head out of the bathroom as if to confirm that he had heard the noise correctly. It repeated after a short while, Kip turning off the lights before exiting the bathroom, making his way to the door. He flipped the lock open and pressed the handle down, pushing the door open.

And getting face to face with Cassidy standing in his doorway.

Kip stared at him for a moment, the blond looking back at him equally silently, observing him from behind the sunglasses. Kip didn’t even think it was odd that he was wearing them inside at the dead hours of the night; as far as he was concerned, Cassidy probably even slept with them on. The only time they came off was inside the ring.

“So, uh,” Cassidy was the first one to break the silence, Kip just blinking blankly back at him. “Can I come in or…?”

Kip’s mind was reeling, but his tired body was working wonders for him, his feet shuffling him away from the doorway to allow the blond entrance into his hotel room. Kip knew rationally that he was waiting for Penelope, but at the same time, Cassidy was here now. Maybe Penelope had ran into him on her way, just deciding to send Cassidy his way instead to help solve this dilemma that Kip was clearly having. Maybe this had been her plan all along, the moment she asked for his room number, Penelope was just planning on giving it to Cassidy to send him over. Or --

Kip suddenly drifted back from his thoughts as he felt a presence very close to him, blinking his eyes to bring himself back to reality as Kip registered that Cassidy had stepped right up to him, standing directly in front of him. Kip froze up, not being sure what to expect from him, as Cassidy carefully untangled his hand from the door handle, proceeding to push the door shut again before his eyes slowly dragged back to Kip, the Brit feeling his face heating up against his will as he watched Cassidy pull the sunglasses from his face, with almost scary precision throwing them onto the bed across the room with just a flick of his wrist.

“So what was the other thing you wanted?” Cassidy asked as his eyes locked onto Kip’s, the Brit just staring wide eyed back at him, feeling his heartbeat rising, the pounding ringing in his ears. This was way too close to the message he had sent to Penelope, had she ratted him out to the man himself?

Kip opened his mouth, but closed it again, being both aware of what he was supposed to answer but also not being sure if he should say anything. Cassidy just looked at him, without breaking eye contact fishing his phone from his pocket, only briefly looking away from Kip to check something on the screen, a soft smile tucking the corner of the blond’s lips.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered to himself, nodding a little as he put the phone away again. Kip could barely breathe for a moment before Cassidy established eye contact again, locking Kip back in place with that mesmerizing look – the Brit just barely avoiding the hand that Cassidy extended his way, breaking Kip out of his spell as he stumbled a few steps back.

“Wha-what are you doing? Why are you here? What do you want?”

Cassidy looked at him, slowly lowering his hand down, stuffing them into his jeans pockets. Kip’s eyes unintentionally followed his hands now that there was some distance between the two of them, him swallowing thickly as he noticed the waistband of Cassidy’s boxers under the jeans showing. It wasn’t unusual for him, but at the same time this wasn’t the kind of a moment Kip wanted to be caught observing his underwear.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted? You said you wanted to talk, among all those other things. Right?”

Kip looked at him for a moment, his eyes slowly drifting away from him towards the phone still sitting in his bed. So Penelope had ratted him out actually, probably forwarding all the messages to Cassidy to put Kip in this position where he finally had to deal with all of this himself.

“So I’m here to… I don’t know,” Cassidy shrugged, his eyes following Kip’s towards the bed, the Brit’s face flaring up an even brighter color of red as he saw from the corner of his eye Cassidy observing the bed as well. Kip didn’t need to think any further to figure out what Cassidy was thinking. “Talk. Or do the stuff. Or whatever.”

Kip didn’t reply to him, instead he quickly moved over to the bed, grabbing his phone into his hand, popping the previous messages open, beginning to furiously type his distaste of this situation to Penelope. As soon as he hit send on the message, he could hear a faint sound coming from elsewhere in the room, that a quick glance around it revealed it had come from Cassidy’s phone, the blond raising a brow at his screen in confusion before looking back at Kip.

“…You do know you’ve been texting me this entire time, right?”

Kip blinked, eyes slowly falling back onto his phone, finally actually looking at the name of the receiver of the texts he had been sending tonight. He was so sure he had clicked on Penelope’s name, but much to his horror, the name on the receiver line actually did read ‘Orange’. Kip quickly backed out of the messages, double checking his contact list; unsurprisingly but absolutely disappointingly, both Penelope’s and Orange’s names showing right next to one another on the list.

He had accidentally clicked the wrong one while in his sleep deprived state earlier.

The horror slowly dawned on him, revealing to him what he had actually done. The things he had said. The feelings he had revealed. Kip slowly took a seat at the edge of the bed, throwing the phone to the side as he hid his face into his hands, letting out a pained groan filled with disgust and discomfort as it settled in how this whole situation probably looked like to Cassidy.

And the worst part about that was that everything Kip said he did actually mean.

“…Hey.”

Kip’s hands dropped from his face, but he refused to look up at Cassidy who had walked up to him, stopping in front of him. With a sigh Kip prepared to hear the berating that was rightfully coming his way, but instead he suddenly felt a hand softly brushing through his hair, gently tucking it to make him follow the movement, looking back up at Cassidy, who just softly smiled back at him.

“Did you mean… All of that?”

Kip could feel his face heating up, but he just couldn’t look away from that pair of beautiful blue eyes of his. Cassidy’s hold of his hair was so lax Kip managed to nod slightly, still a bit hesitant, but if Cassidy had indeed seen the messages in full already, there was no reason for him to lie about it. The worst he could do was make fun of him, laugh at him, leave Kip hanging after such a nonconfession. Which he probably deserved and at least it would make it so much easier to forget about the desires he had for the International champion.

But instead Cassidy just hummed at him quietly, a small smile playing on his lips as he carefully ran his hand through Kip’s hair again before positioning himself in his lap, surprisingly to both of them without any resistance. Cassidy’s hand slid out of his hair to the back of his neck, his fingertips dancing along his skin while the other arm lazily rested over his shoulder. Kip’s awkward hands found themselves on Cassidy’s thighs, his nervous energy coming out with little taps of his fingers against them.

“I think I can make you a little bit more insane, if you wish.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper, Kip just responding silently with another nod before Cassidy leaned closer, pressing a soft, slow kiss against his lips.