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handle me so right

519 words chris brookes/zack sabre jr

brainworms have been strong lately. and this was before we watched the match from april fool where they smooched lmao. this was also written for a private au but since it doesnt say anything linking it up to that you'll just get it as it is, as a standalone piece

a very non-explicit spice warning. lots of implied things, but nothing is shown. chris is just a good little slut that enjoys pain (but i dont enjoy writing acts ssoooo). i still hope this is anything cause i really like it ;;

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Chris felt his back hit the bed, a soft moan escaping from him as Zack’s arms unwrapped themselves from around his waist, reminding him that he needed to be carried into this position. He felt the blond’s hands running down his bare chest, over his abdomen, brushing against his hips, the touch making Chris wince a little as he heard his own breathing hitch.

“Zack…”

The voice was quiet, but the blond replied to it with a quiet hum, the rest of his reply drowning under the first, almost obscenely loud moan Chris let out as Zack’s lips connected with the skin on his hips, right where the bruises were slowly forming from their previous encounter of this nature. Zack’s smile was obvious against his skin, his lips taking care of the parts he had decorated for Chris moments earlier while the brunet had been begging Zack to give it to him harder and faster than he had probably ever begged in his life.

“You’re so beautiful,” Zack mumbled between the kisses, Chris barely registering the words over the almost nauseatingly euphoric sensation of pain shooting through him as Zack’s lips made contact with his fresh bruises, making him moan loudly. “Absolutely stunning. Gorgeous.”

New praise and word of love between every kiss, Chris felt his head already swimming. He had barely had time to come down from the previous high, already being pushed on the edge again by Zack. By his own request, obviously, this was absolutely what he wanted, craved, yearned for, but hearing it was still making his head spin, his heart beat just a little bit faster at every syllable.

He didn’t even notice his hands grabbing Zack’s hair, trying to guide his mouth just where he wanted it to be so desperately. Only after Zack stopped leaving soft, teasing kisses on his hips, slowly afterwards pulling up and pulling Chris into a real kiss on his lips, his awareness was back on the situation at hand.

“You look amazing all flustered up.”

If Chris could have blushed deeper, he would have, but he knew that task to be impossible. Eyes still closed, just enjoying the feeling of having Zack close, hovering above him, leaving little kisses on his face, his lips, the corner of his mouth. Knowing how obviously aware he was of Chris’ desperation over him was just making it so much harder to resist him.

“Just give me a bit more time to admire you. Everything in due time, darling.”

Darling.

Chris slowly fluttered his eyes open, that one word echoing in his mind as his hands tightened their grab in Zack’s hair, pulling him into another kiss. Deep, heated. Full of nothing but love and adoration for the man that had decided to show him the kind of love and respect Chris yearned so deeply that he could barely put into words.

Darling.

As they parted for air, Chris inhaled deeply, darkened lustful eyes landing on Zack as his lips turned into a craving smile.

“I can be so pretty for you if you just fuck me right, right now.”

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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 💜💜💜

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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.”

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forever yours

689 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

idiots in love. they make out a little. the end 💜💜💜

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Kip sighed quietly, seemingly absentmindedly scrolling on his phone as he laid on his side on the hotel room bed, waiting for sleep to finally claim him. It had been such a long, eventful day, and he was tired out of his mind, but sleep was still difficult to grasp tonight for some reason. Or, well, he knew the reason, staring at it at that very moment as he scrolled through the photos on his camera roll, the faint smile on Kip’s lips growing slightly bigger with each photo he looked at of him and Cassidy together.

Kip inhaled deeply, almost feeling the breath getting stuck in his throat as he was thinking through the events of the day. Cassidy had been mostly busy with work while Kip was just kind of there, and due to the differences in their current on screen stories they weren’t really allowed to be together that much, to not draw media’s attention or whatever. Which Kip understood, but he also definitely did mind it when his work didn’t allow him to efficiently spend time with his boyfriend. It sucked, and he absolutely hated it, when they were forced to be apart instead of Kip being able to pull Cassidy close and just hold him and his hand and kiss him whenever he wanted.

Closing his photo app, Kip quickly pulled up his texts, easily finding the top conversation with “Clementine”. He smiled a little at the quick confirmation text he had sent to Cassidy earlier in the day when asked if he was coming to breakfast, thinking back to one of the only times they had had time today to spend together. He sighed, typing up a message on his phone and hitting send before thinking twice about it.

‘I cant stop thinking about you. I really want to kiss you right now.’

As Kip lowered the phone from his hand, with another soft sigh he finally closed his eyes, snuggling his face against the pillow under his head. Only for a second later feeling the bed shifting next to him, feeling a lazy arm being thrown over his midsection, a soft kiss being pressed against the exposed back of his neck.

“Kip… I’m right here.”

Kip hummed a little in response, but turned to his other side on his spot, eyes still closed as he carefully snuggled closer to Cassidy’s chest with a content sigh. He could feel the blond roll his eyes at him, but Cassidy pressed a little kiss on the top of his head nonetheless.

“I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you,” Kip mumbled into his chest, hearing Cassidy chuckle at him quietly, clearly tired from today’s activities himself. One of his arms wrapped around Kip’s midsection, the other carefully cupping his face, lifting it up just enough so he was face to face with the blond, spotting the soft smile on his lips as Kip finally opened his eyes again.

“Well, I’m here. Go for it. Get it out of your head.”

Kip smiled a little, hands digging out from underneath the blanket to cup Cassidy’s face, pulling him into a kiss. It was slow, sensual, no rush in sight despite Kip having dreamed of doing this all day. The tingling taste of citrus from his lips almost made Kip laugh at the irony of it all, the thought being brushed aside as he felt a soft, almost shy lick of a tongue against his lips, requesting a deeper kiss, which Kip allowed. Cassidy’s arm tightened around his midsection as he pulled Kip closer, both of them getting lost in tasting each other in the tired, hazy kiss.

Cassidy slowly pulled away a moment later, watching Kip’s eyes being pushed shut again as he was trying to collect himself, quietly gasping for air. Cassidy pressed a quick little peck on his lips with a smile.

“Better?”

Kip nodded, feeling Cassidy pull him back against his chest. Kip focused on his heartbeat, feeling surprisingly calmed by it despite the fact that it was racing just as fast as his heart was at the moment.

“Better. I love you.”

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just a very lil (226 words) orangekip drabble this purely exists cause of @midnightpretenders0 tbh 💜

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Seeing the soft smile tuck in the corner of Cassidy's lips Kip couldn't help himself. He had tried all day to make him laugh, trying anything from goofy faces to silly voices and accents, and finally the stupid dad jokes he had texted to Claudio for help were breaking through to the blond.

Kip's hands reached for him faster than the man could think about it, gently cupping Cassidy's face and pulling him closer for a kiss. Pressing their lips together, Kip could feel Cassidy almost instantly melt against the touch, arms lazily draping over his shoulders, fingertips dancing along his neck. Kip's hands slipped up into his hair, brushing through it, hearing Cassidy quietly moaning against his lips before Kip pulled away slightly, getting back a soft glare from the blond as he didn't take the advantage to deepen the kiss.

“You better not stop there,” Cassidy mumbled at him quietly, listening to Kip respond with a soft laugh.

“Don't worry,” he smiled, leaning closer to press a quick peck on Cassidy's lips. “There's more where that came from, I promise.”

Cassidy had time to barely hum in response as Kip's lips were back on his, hands in his hair pulling the blond closer much hungrier this time, taking up the invitation to deepen the kiss as something resembling a moan escaped from Cassidy again.

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idk if im gonna post this properly to the side blog but heres a fic

not letting go

orangekip, post best friends betrayal from last weeks dynamite. a short hurt/comfort drabble for what its worth

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Just A Breath Away

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

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

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

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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.”

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drain me of every memory

1,4k words hangman page/swerve strickland

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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be good (please)

834 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

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

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

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. I love you.”

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

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

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

sorry for the inconvenience

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It's Not Your Story To Write

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

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

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

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

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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

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

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

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

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

That’s when it became too much.

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“Hey.”

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

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

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

“I’ll see you at the hotel.”

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

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

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

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

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

If only he had gotten that far. If only.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Kip?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Kip?”

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

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

“Don’t touch me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is about last night, isn’t it?”

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

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

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

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

“You just --”

“Stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re always enough for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not your fault.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You Have My Heart

973 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

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

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

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

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

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

“Clementine…”

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

“Yeah? You want something?”

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

“I…”

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

Cassidy clicked his tongue at him as the silence continued.

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

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

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

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

“…Do you mean that?”

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

He nodded his head again finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Oh, Clementine…”

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

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

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

He couldn’t see anything.

“Clementine.”

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

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

Nothing.

“What’s the matter?”

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

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

“Are you… Having some difficulties?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing. He had nothing. He could do nothing.

He was completely at Kip’s mercy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About us.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Afterhours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that, don’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

837 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For fucks sakes…”

“Everything okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.”

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Hello there!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Barely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

576 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

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

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

@stormbornpirate

on ao3

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

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

“Welcome back. Did you have fun?”

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

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

Kip chuckled at him softly, offering him a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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got this for you

900 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

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

@stormbornpirate

on ao3

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

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

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

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

“…I got you a little something.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“’Look up’?”

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

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

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

“Enjoy, chat.”

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