#danhausen fic
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All That Matters
Pairing: Dahausen x Fem Reader
Summary: The reader follows her fellow members of Team Taz, watching Hook's new partnership with Dahausen, but hiding the fact that she is actually attracted to him. During a night at the gym, Ricky, Hobbs and Hook find her journal, learning her true feelings about Danhausen and having emotions exploding everywhere...
Warnings: Bit of angst between Team Taz, Swearing (First time I ever wrote Danhausen, so I hope I did well!)
Requested by: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch (I hope you enjoy it!)
Word Count: 1.4k
Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234 @cuzimacomedian
I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:
“I still can’t believe Hook is hanging out with that clown,” Ricky walked into the gym with disgust on his face, Hook standing next to Danhausen as he was doing ‘pull-ups’ and by pull-ups, I mean hanging by one arm, body twirling around slowly.”
“Clown?” I laughed while watching just to groan, “He’s the whole damn circus. A big ass joke.”
“You can say that again,” Hobbs followed, all of us putting our gym bags on the bench next to Hooks.
It was so hard not to laugh at Ricky and Hobbs’s faces when Danhausen, still hanging by an arm, waved over, smiling wide:
“Hookhausen is alone no more! Team Taz in full force, Danhausen loves to see it!”
I had to walk away, breathing hitched from holding my laugh, hearing Ricky mumbled:
“What the fuck is wrong with that man?”
I kept my distance from all the guys and started stretching, having a more unique workout compared to them. At one point I was so zoned out, upside down hanging from a bar, doing sit ups and startled when I heard next to me:
“Wow! Danhausen is impressed! That’s very impressive!”
Seeing that it was just Dahausen, I settled, stopping for a moment when I took the time to see how pretty his eyes actually were in the light, feeling a small smile starting to form, till I saw Ricky and Hobbs in the corner of my eye, looking in our direction.
All I did was nod, then went back to my sit ups, fighting that smile again and hearing Dahausen saying to Hook:
“Hookhausen should train with her! Look how impressive she is!”
There was tension all around me and I could feel its massive energy radiating from the guys, making me workout quicker with a racing heart. I was going to wrap it up after those sit ups, but I noticed them all going to the locker room and I needed to be away from them, so I went to the treadmill.
“Hey, we’re wrapping up,” Ricky scoffed, looking to me.
I had to have been going max speed, yelling to Ricky:
“Go then! I won’t be long!”
He walked off with an eye roll, finally having some peace to myself and having to run so hard, pushing myself, it made me focused on that solely and by the time I was done, I felt exhausted.
Popping out my airpods, I headed over to the bench to get my bag, but when I picked up my bag and opened it, it was all of Hooks stuff.
Hook accidentally took my bag instead of his. I instantly rushed into their locker room with Hook’s bag, saying quickly:
“Dude! Can’t you ever pay attention? You took my bag!”
Completely ignore what I said, Ricky alongside Hook and Hobbs, held up my journal, saying:
“What the fuck is this?”
My body went stiff when my heart dropped, staring at my journal and noticing where my bookmark was, Hobbs looking along and reading out:
“I even caught him without the face paint one day, so handsome, but I love that face of his regardless. Getting to see his tattoos was a woah too, being a sucker for guys with tattoos. He always makes me laugh and smile and it’s so hard to put on this show because of the guys and Taz. They would totally kill me if they knew that I liked him.”
“Are you talking about that fucking clown?” Ricky snapped, pointing back to the bathroom.
None of them turned around to look, but Danhausen actually took a step out of the bathroom, foot halfway out, but stopped and stood still, watching and observing the situation.
“You got one thing right, I’m ready to kill you for this!” Ricky was pissed, Hobbs also expressing:
“What happened to him being the whole damn circus and a joke, huh?”
I was on the verge of tears, going over to take back my journal, but Ricky held up it up high so I couldn’t reach it.
“We asked you a question, Y/N! Answer it!”
“It’s obvious how she feels,” Hook mumbled, glancing up to me then the journal.
Again, I didn’t answer, going to get my journal again just for Ricky to keep it away, snapping, “I’m not gonna sa-“
I was so infuriated that I slapped Ricky across the face, the smacking noise echoing in the room, all of them freezing while I snatched my journal back, throwing Hook’s bag in the corner like a football and taking mine.
“So, you all think it’s just okay to invade peoples privacy?!” I roared, feeling a throb in my neck that grew, “Learn how to mind your own fucking business!”
I stormed off, slamming the door shut hard and when I got outside, I realized that I rode with Ricky and Hobbs and there was no talking to them after I smacked Ricky like that. I went around the building, looking to the full moon, plopping down on a set of stairs and trying not to cry, but failed horribly.
Pissed off, upset, feeling a bit betrayed by them going through my things like they did; I just couldn’t believe it, wiping the tears away and looking up when I heard a soft voice:
“Is it okay if Dahausen joins you?”
Still in sweat pants and cape, he took the time to come check on me and there was no way I could reject him after all of that, nodding to him, keeping our gaze as he sat next to me softly.
There was a small silence that began to feel awkward and all of my feelings and thoughts were obvious now, going to speak but he said first:
“So, you actually like Danhausen?”
I wasn’t sure if he was nervous or just really needed to believe it; Either way, what was the point in lying or hiding anything?
“I do,” I whispered, looking down at my fidgeting hands, admitting, “I just- you’re really one of a kind. You’re always yourself, don’t care what people think, truly kind, and I can’t help but have this attraction towards you. I like you a lot actually.”
Leaning to my knees, I started to cry again, overloaded with emotion, but still listening when he leaned down along with me, expressing along with his hands:
“Danhausen knows how Starks and Hobbs can be, believe me, I’ve been wanting to curse them, BUT; Like you mentioned, I don’t care what people think of me. Maybe you should do the same.”
Reconnecting a gaze, I knew he meant that with his heart and good intentions, trying to help me in the best way he could, doing just that when he said quickly:
“Just do not ever smack Danhausen like you did Starks. Jaw still hurts watching, my goodness! Dahausen has never seen so much force in a slap before!”
I instantly started laughing when he rubbed his jaw at the same time, settling down and watching a pure smile grow on his face, placing his hand next to mine on the stairs.
“Is it okay if Dahausen tells you something?”
With a nod, I was watching his hand, heart beginning to race again when he took my hand carefully, soft in mine as they interlocked and he admitted to me:
“Dahausen likes you too. A lot.”
His smile was super contagious, all of that anger and sadness wiped away now knowing that we shared the same feelings, squeezing his hand and whispering:
“You sure? I know I’ve said some things and-“
“Oh those were lies,” He swatted his free hand in the air, squeezing my other hand back, “It was quite obvious you only did those kind of things in front of them.”
Man, he sure was observant, hitting that nail on the head, making me smile more:
“Never mind what they think. If Dahausen and Y/N are happy, that’s all that matters.”
For someone that people may have found goofy, weird, or plain crazy, he sure was smart and had a good way of thinking, keeping me smiling.
“Y/N agrees,” I giggled, hugging as he opened his arms up wide, then latched around with a little shake, keeping me snug and tight in his arms, a good hug that I needed.
“Y/N-Hausen, what do you think?” He suggested and when I nodded, his eyes lit up, “Ah! Marvelous!”
I went to speak on it, but was left speechless, having to lean his head down to press his lips into mine, not trying to just make me happy or anything, truly meaning it with his spirituous heart and did kiss back, a hot heat in my cheeks, obviously flustered when he pulled back with a small pop.
“Don’t worry, Y/N,” His arm wrapped around my shoulder, laying his head on top of mine, truly believing every word he said, hand waving up and past all the stars and moon, “We can take on the whole world if we have to.”
#wrestling#wrestling imagine#wrestling fic#wrestling fanfic#aew#aew imagine#aew fic#aew fanfic#Danhausen#Danhausen x reader#Danhausen imagine#Danhausen fic#Danhausen fanfic#request#read and enjoy
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hi i love your work!! idk if you'd be willing to write for an out-of-character danhausen, but i would love to see something where he and a female wrestler hooked up but she's lowkey embarrassed about it and wants to keep it quiet (not because she doesn't like him but because of his goofy character). then maybe the elite tease her about rumors that he has a crush on her but to deflect she joins in on making fun of him but he overhears it and is like "oh so you think i'm a joke :("
Ahhh thank you kindly. I try to keep things generally kayfabe as best I can so I hope it’s cool that I did it with in-character Danhausen! I think I made it work? :o The Elite are mean here and this is my first stab at Danhausen spice which was…an interesting experience. I’m a little rusty after my break so I hope this is okay. Thanks so much for requesting; please enjoy!
Pairing: Danhausen x OFC.
Rating: M.
Warnings/Content: Some spicehausen and angst.
Word Count: 2017.
Tag List (asked to be added/removed!): @alyhull @boutmachines @chrisdickinson @lghockey @rubyred1980 @sillynilly27 @simoneinside
(I don’t own gif; all credit to allelitewrestlings!)
“Soooo, I heard a rumor…”
An inelegant snort scrunched her nose and put a pause on her pre-match ritual. Matt Jackson wiggled his eyebrows at her from the doorway. Uh oh, she didn’t like that. She smiled at him, the very well constructed image of unphased.
“Someone’s been watching too much Umbrella Academy,” she remarked. Boots finally laced, she laced her fingers behind her back and stretched forward. A deep pop pulled a sigh out of her and then she straightened up. “A rumor, huh? Alright, fine I’ll bite. What kind of rumor?”
Rumors in the business that they were skirted all along the spectrum from barely a concern to ah, fuck. Something in Matt’s face would surely tell her which one it was but then Nick stepped into the room, followed by Adam, and her heart lurched toward the deep end. All with the same, shit-eating smiles that she could only deflect for so long. Adam glanced between the two brothers then pointed at her and pulled one hand back in a bastardized parody of a…gesture, a trait that she was all too familiar with.
Her mouth went dry.
“A very nice, very dorky one,” Adam said with a too-loud laugh that hurt her ears. Hurt something else in her chest but with her mouth as dry as it was, her thoughts too frantic, she couldn’t put a name to what that was. “You really haven’t heard? Ostrich meet sand much, huh?”
—
Her jaw ached and the taste of copper took longer than she wanted for it to go away. It could have gone better but right then, everything just felt worse. She wasn’t unfamiliar with losses but this one felt different and it hung like a shadow over her. A chance to prove herself to The Elite, to go beyond where she was. And she had let it fall through.
“How are your teeth?”
She picked her head up and locked eyes with a man, or demon perhaps, that seemed to always find himself in her gravity. What to make of him, she never quite locked on to any one feeling. He sat down beside her and looked at her expectantly, eyes wide. He held a little black velvet bag in his hands and it bounced when he jostled his legs.
“They’re fine, all accounted for,” she answered with a slim smile. The one he always managed to pull from her no matter how shitty she felt. One day she would have to ask what magic, what curse, that was. “Why?”
“If you had lost one, Danhausen was going to give you a new one,” he answered simply, the corner of his mouth lifted into a crooked smirk. “Your smile is nice like it is, it would be a shame to–Ah, yes, the one you’re doing right now!”
She laughed and winced but truthfully, didn’t mind the ache.
“I’ll curse the person who takes it away from you.”
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“No kidding,” Matt followed up. The light of the room glinted off his dangling earrings and she squinted as she came back to the moment. “It’s the newest ‘hot goss’ and y’know, I usually walk right by the rumor mill but I’m just so baffled and fascinated by this one that I had to ask. We had to ask.”
Nick hummed an affirmative and watched her closely.
“What are you guys even talking about?”
Her brain stumbled over the possibilities and her hand curled into a fist behind her back. Focused on the half-moon pressure from her nails. Tried not to focus on how the bite of nail into flesh warmed her with memory, the way it elicited a response down her spine. It was their fault for reminding her of…of him.
Between blinks, her eyes narrowed. A thought cleaved right through her.
Had he…? She couldn’t fathom that he had. Not with the way his hand entwined with hers and he smiled that goddamned smile that shouldn’t have done what it did to her head and her stomach and the damned heart in between. Her eyes cut away from the men in front of her and she burned a hole into the wall.
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“I want to just…I want to feel good,” she told him. Nearly chest to chest with him, her fingers tight in the long dark shirt he wore. Another rough night, another smile he pulled from her. She wanted to know what else he could coax out of her. “That’s…I want that. You. Tonight.”
A brimstone heat simmered in his eyes and he traced along the angle of her jaw. Down her neck, over the hint of clavicle from her shirt’s lopsided opening.
“Good, hmm? Danhausen doesn’t do good,” he said and his tone, a tease from a smoky corner, nearly buckled her knees. “But nice…I can do that. For you.”
His hands dropped from her face and slid under her shirt, to feel along the hot skin of her stomach that heaved and trembled from his touch. To squeeze her waist and thumb along the underside of her breast. His thumbs, softer than she expected, circled around her pebbled nipples and she caught his mouth in a harsh kiss.
Her jaw ached and she didn’t care. His fingers cradled the angle of bone and skin, his lips insistent upon hers as they walked further back into the shadow of his room. Every sound she made, he swallowed it and hummed with satisfaction. Then a noise, a growl, rumbled through him and he searched her mouth with his tongue. Hungry for more.
His mouth hovered by hers when she pulled away, lips slightly parted as he panted.
“You’re not counting my teeth, are you?”
He grinned against her mouth and her shocked laughter died down when he gently pushed her back onto the bed. Stripped his shirt off and he looked at her with a seriousness, an attentiveness, she hadn’t expected.
There he was, always surprising her.
Her fingertips learned the intricacies of the tattoos down his arms, her mouth the juncture between his neck and shoulder. He didn’t tease her. Every moan from her lips and squeeze of her muscles around his fingers, his tongue, told him exactly where he needed to be and he never relented. Never strayed. He watched her, dark eyes on the heave of her breast and the twist of her bottom lip between her teeth. The way her breath hitched and she said his name.
She had never met anyone like him and swathed in bliss from his tongue alone, she had told him as much with soft breaths. Fingers in his hair as he trailed black kisses up the curve of her body.
“Hmm, was that nice? It sounded like it was nice but Danhausen can never be sure,” he said as he pressed his hips against hers. He angled her head back and kissed along her throat. “What’s the saying, there’s charm in the third time?”
He asked her and she huffed, a blush on her face as she smiled with her lip between her teeth. On instinct, her thighs cradled his hips between them and he placed his hands beside her head. Her half-lidded eyes slid along him. His pale, expressive face. The dark of his eyes and the wicked, crooked curve of his mouth still slicked with her…
“Keep being nice to me.”
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Adam’s grin grew and his eyes sparkled and she fucking hated him for it when her gaze snapped back to him. He widened his stance a little, arms folded. Smug and almost satisfied.
“The company’s resident gremlin has a crush,” he said. “On someone in this room and way more elite than he is or could ever dream to be in whatever hole he calls a house. And it’s not me, it’s not Matt, it’s not Nick. So, that leaves only one of us.”
A…crush? Was that it? He said, she said around the office? Her fist loosened behind her back and slowly, with every confused breath, air refilled her lungs. She found her words.
“Really? This is so juvenile,” she said with a furrowed brow. Anything to get away from this line of questioning. “I have a match to get to, guys, come on. You’re really going to make me late because of what, Danhausen rumors?”
“We know, we know, but hold on a second,” Nick said. He didn’t grin the way the other two did. Instead, he frowned some. “That’s not the only thing we heard. Not by a long shot. We also heard that you just might like this dorky gremlin back. Is that true? It’s not, right? Tell me it’s not because wow, that would be…Something else. I’d be embarrassed for you.”
“Worse than embarrassed,” Adam cut in. “Do you know how that would look? You going for the biggest clown in the circus?”
The loss of the Elite, the loss of the status she had earned, where she had climbed to. The possibilities crowded her and she needed to breathe. The way they looked at her, the accusation, the confusion, and regretfully, the shame, had her mouth moving before she could stop it. Anything to get away, anything to get them off her ass. Time slowed and her teeth weirdly felt too sharp in her mouth, a poisonous flavor on her tongue that twisted her stomach as she brushed past them to get to the door.
“Are you serious? Of course it's not true,” she said as she teetered precariously on the knife edge of calm. She turned on her heel to face them.“Like you said, he’s a…” She hesitated. “A dorky gremlin and I don’t waste my time with the jokes this place likes to throw money at. Seriously, guys? I thought you knew me better than that and that I have a thing called standards. Happy?”
“Are you?”
A voice decidedly not Adam’s, Matt’s, or Nick’s, sounded softly behind her and she sucked in a breath. Danhausen, arms loosely folded in front of him, came into view as she turned around. His quiet, dejected look wounded her and pinpricks crawled across her eyes. Before the others could throw in their opinion, she stepped out and shut the door behind her. Less than a foot between her and Danhausen, paralysis locked her where she was. From fear, shame, regret. Want. She didn’t know.
“What?”
“Your smile,” he said and weakly gestured at her face. “It’s gone.”
“Danhausen, there’s–”
His hand dropped then rubbed the back of his head as he looked back and forth down the hallway. The tired look in his eyes almost stopped up her throat.
“How much of that did you hear?”
A smile wobbled on his face then fell.
“Gremlin isn’t new for me,” he said with a shrug and a thoughtful look to the side, eyes slightly narrowed and nose scrunched. “Dorky gremlin? That one Danhausen doesn’t think he’s heard before.”
“Shit, I’m–I’m so…There’s just…”
She couldn’t get the words out. Panic began to set in.
“Danhausen came here to wish you good luck in your match,” he hesitated. “So, good luck.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she said, her voice tight. “I shouldn’t have said that and, and…”
“You told me to keep being nice to you,” he said in that simple and honest tone of his, the one he had had when he sighed into her neck. Had made her feel so damn good. “So there’s no taking back the good luck. Danhausen already gave it. It’s yours. I…I suppose I will see you around the circus.”
Another moment of hesitation, another heartbeat or ten where their eyes held one another, and then he was gone. As if on cue, the three in the room funneled out into the hallway just as his form vanished.
“What the hell was that?”
Adam stood beside her and watched down the hallway where she looked. Danhausen was already gone and she counted down her breaths. Forced that smile that made her jaw uncomfortable.
“Nothing,” she said quickly and subtly wiped under her eyes. I feel like nothing. I don’t feel nice. “It’s nothing. Let’s just go.”
#danhausen fic#danhausen imagine#danhausen fanfiction#danhausen smut#aew imagine#aew fic#aew fanfiction#aew smut#wrestling fic#wrestling imagine#wrestling fanfiction
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I'm in love with this photo shoot
📸 photographer
#the eyeball rings over the gloves is doing terrible things to me#the rail spike as a wand???#thinking about that one magician!danhausen fic...#Danhausen
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NSFW hcs for Danhausen possibly? He doesn't get enough love
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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 DANHAUSEN MASTERLIST 」
「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」
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「 SUMMARY 」 — nsfw headcannons w/ danhausen
「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], mentions of voyerism, cnc, dubcon, somnophilia, breeding, cumplay, submissive!danhausen
「 WORD COUNT 」 — 336
「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x danhausen
「 GENRE 」 — smut
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「 TAGLIST 」 — @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @bayleymania @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @harmshake
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he’s a little freak.
a fucking weirdo.
he’s a voyer
enjoys watching you masturbate
usually from inside the closet or listening in while you’re in the shower
always when your unsuspecting of him and at your most vulnerable
he can’t help but pleasure himself to the sounds of your whimpers and moans
especially knowing that you have no idea he’s watching
sex was awkward with him at first
trying to make sense of his little quirks and kinks
poor thing had been so touched starved that he busts so quickly
you find it endearing
he’s so embarrassed for the first few months that he results to fucking you while you sleep
he’ll stand over your bed
jerking himself off as he paints your pretty sleeping face with his cum
he becomes increasingly more animalistic the more desperate he gets
groping you in your sleep, starting at your breasts, moving down to your hips and ass
he’ll even stick his cock in you mouth, using your throat while your sleepily choke around his length.
always leaving your cunt full of cum so you have a little suprise to wake up to.
he’s just so fucking weird
he steals your panties and jerks off into them regularly
he’s just so obsessed with you
just thinking about you gets him so hard it’s quite pathetic
he rather enjoys when you chastise him
mocking him, dominating him
he loves it especially when you bounce on his cock, pinning him under you, milking his cock while he just lays there and takes it
is incredibly submissive
will bend and break to your every whim in the bedroom
he’s so needy, something he’ll even start grinding against your ass or you thigh in public, just desperately trying gain some friction against his aching cock
he’s rough and quick when he fucks
only because he so desperate for you touch he can’t control himself.
he cums so much from lack of proper touch,
he cums a lot more when you jerk him off
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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#danhausen x reader#danhausen#danhausen smut#danhausen fanfic#aew#wrestling imagine#wrestling smut#aew imagine#aew wrestling#aew fanfiction
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i drew this moment from hookhausentrash’s collection of hookhausen drabbles! (im not new to tumblr but i do not know how to link stuff please bear with me)
#aew#danhausen#hookhausen#art#hook#hook x danhausen#aew dynamite#aew wrestling#hookhausen art#this was so fun to draw#i may do more from some of my fav fics!
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he beats me
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I AM OBSESSED over @aerodaltonimperial and @perhapswhoknowsvamp fic "the price i'd pay for you" 😍😍😍
A small fanart for you darlings, thank you for this amazing food ❤
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Smut prompt, hookhausen: “Shh, just a little more…”
You can have a little Evilhausen, as a treat 😘
"Shh, just a little more," a voice croons in his ear.
It's dark, so hot, Hook can't untangle himself from the blankets, from the heat and the skin pressed against him, isn't really trying all that hard.
He pants, eyes trying to blink open but they keep slipping shut, a hot mouth on his neck, nipping, nipping, something frustratingly familiar.
There's a leg hooking over his hip, easing him onto his back, making his spine arch up into the skimming hands, not enough pressure, not enough of what he wants.
"Shhh," the voice croons again, against his cheekbone, feather light, against his closed eyelids.
Hook realises he's making noises, little begging gasps, needy in the quiet. He wants so badly that he can't contain them behind his teeth, swept tight under his skin where he keeps all his other desperate squirming longings.
A mouth brushes his, makes a sweet cooing noise onto his tongue when he parts his lips, begging and begging and still not receiving. He can't form words as fingertips trail his chest, the ridges of his ribs.
"Please," he manages, strangled, barely a word.
Please touch me, he pleads, in his mind where it's safe. Please see me. Please make me yours.
The mouth presses kisses to his face, sweet on the surface, but Hook is always paying attention and he can feel the bite behind them, the urgent sprawling desire. Dangerous. It makes him grip the body on top of him, legs clinging, keeping them close. He wants that voracious need.
Hips press into his, friction driving him almost out of his body, lightning flash arousal. Something laughs in the dark, lips press to the centre of his chest, fingertips trailing the inside of his thighs, higher, making his toes curl.
Hook can hear thunder, rhythmic, booming and that … isn't right? He shakes his head, fuzzy.
"Stay," something croons into his throat, so familiar, and Hook tips his chin, helpless, letting a tongue trace the skin and ….
The thunder distracts him. Too rhythmic to be thunder. It sounds like something he has to heed.
His eyes pop open, body rigid, aching with arousal and the faintest trace of touch. Hook lies still, chest heaving, something banging at the door.
The hotel door. Someone banging at his door.
He shakily pulls himself from the blankets and staggers to the noise, yanking the door open and immediately cringing at the light from the hallway, Danhausen framed like a shadow against the brightness.
Hook almost reaches for him.
"D?" he manages.
"Yes yes, it is Danhausen," Danhausen says, shoving past Hook and into the room like the last time they spoke was yesterday and not months ago.
Hook shudders at the touch, shoves down all the residual want and shuts the door.
When he turns, Danhausen is on his knees, peering under the hotel bed.
"D?"
"Sorry sorry," Danhausen says, getting up, not looking at Hook. "Danhausen… lost something."
Hook follows as Danhausen pulls open the closet and disappears inside, rummaging through Hook's scant clothing, before re-emerging.
For some reason, the thought of Danhausen touching Hook's things sends a hot shivering rush through his skin. He's still hard.
Danhausen appears from where he was inspecting Hook's bathroom and looks around, eyes darting. He still won't look at Hook, but Hook notices he won't look at the bed either.
"D," Hook says, low like a secret.
Danhausen startles, looks back at him, the streetlight coming in through a crack in the drapes making his eyes shine in a way that sends a shock up Hook's spine. He's the stillest Hook has ever seen him.
Hook takes a tiny step closer.
"What are you looking for?"
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Could i request a DanHausen blurb with prompt 76 "I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean them."
Your head shot up to see your older brother Daniel staring at you in disbelief. There was no lying your way out of this, even though you didn't want to. Danhausen was sweet, even if he could be a bit odd at times. Underneath the makeup and eccentricity was a man who you had quickly fallen in love with.
"This may not be what it looks like," Danhausen said. Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned away from the two of you. "I am always very nice to Y/n."
"He really is Danny, I promise. Just wait outside and I'll explain everything in a minute," you said. Daniel walked out of the room, giving you just a couple moments to gather your bearings before you got dressed to talk to him.
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｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ 「 DANHAUSEN MASTERLIST 」 ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡
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「 ♡ — MINI SERIES 」
「 ♧ — SMUT 」
「 ♢ — TRIGGER WARNINGS 」
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「 NSFW HEADCANNONS 」 — ♧
❝ nsfw headcannons w/ danhausen ❞
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he forgets humans need to sleep sometimes
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been watching wrestling all night im starting to go insane
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Immortal Fears (4/?)
The International title has the power to make you question so many things; yourself, your relationships, everything. It makes you believe the only thing worthy of it is you, and vice versa. It is believed that holding it will have… Maddening consequences. Is any of it true? Is this just mind games played by your opponents instead, to get under your skin, to make you think losing the title to them is worth it? But is the current champion Orange Cassidy willing to take such a risk…?
Tags: Kip Sabian/Orange Cassidy (future). Hurt/comfort (eventually). Title Belt Corruption Arc. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn.
Best Friends/Chuck & Trent and Penelope make frequent cameos. More to be added.
On AO3 here
Oh babes we are just getting started with this.
Also swapped around few of the tags. We officially have a relationship promised in the later stages of the story, as well as the revealing tags of 'enemies to lovers' (thank you bugs i didnt even think about this one personally for some reason) as well as 'slow burn'. Gonna drive myself into early grave with this one I'm sure LOL
(im also aware theres a lot of danhausen in this chapter but im not putting him on the character list since im not sure if/when he would return after this one so.. yeah)
Credits for the babe @ss-trashboat for the beta and my beloved @midnightpretenders0 for brainstorming this whole arc with me, it means so much to me 💜
@stormbornpirate as you wanted to be tagged for things!
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Kip smiled to himself, watching the events replay on the television screen in front of him. It brought him an unimaginable amount of joy to see everything unfold again and again as he kept rewinding and rewatching the clip. It was all just like he had hoped things would start to go down with the Zestest of Friends, and then some. After the last couple of weeks, this was inevitable; one of them was going to crack and start something, a chain of events, that in the end none of them were going to be able to stop.
He watched as Danhausen blind tagged himself into the match, just as Orange Cassidy was preparing the Orange Punch to put away their opponents. Cassidy backed into the corner as Danhausen ducked inside the ring through the ropes, even Kip being able to read the disappointment and disbelief on the stoic face of the champion. He was more than capable of taking this match home, he had set their opponent up perfectly for a single punch to take him down.
But no. No such easy victory was allowed. Danhausen was in the ring now, the legal competitor, ready to take the win and glory home with whatever trickery he had up his sleeve. The man radiating with confidence posed as he stepped inside the ring, ignoring the confused mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd as he turned to Cassidy, who had just now completely stopped to lean into the corner, starting to shoo him out of the ring, saying that he got this.
Cassidy just stared back at him, hand wiping through his hair, Kip mimicking the movement perfectly as he watched. He could act along this part beat by beat, bit by bit by now; he had watched the replay so many times, it brought him just as much joy with each rewatch. The way Cassidy refused to move, clearly getting under the skin of Danhausen who started to yell at him, telling Cassidy to go away, saying that he had this match won.
Only for Dante Martin to regain his composure while this was going on, and rolling up Danhausen with an easy school boy pin for a three count.
Kip’s eyes lit up, yet again, no matter how many times he had seen this part, as the camera panned from the shocked Danhausen being released from the pin to the unamused champion, still standing in his corner, staring down at him, having done absolutely nothing to even try to salvage the situation and save the match for them. Cassidy locked eyes with him, Danhausen getting up as Top Flight took their quick exit from the ring, continuing their victory celebration on the ringside.
“What have you done?!” Kip mimicked the words with his own mouth as Danhausen proceeded to yell at Cassidy, his higher pitched voice very clear over the noise the audience was making for the winners of the match. Cassidy barely shrugged, continuing to lean into the corner, clearly not in any hurry to leave the ring. Whether he was standing there to resolve the conflict was questionable though, as he clearly didn’t have anything to say back to the man covered in demon makeup and tattoos.
He just continued to silently stare, Danhausen giving him a push to the shoulder.
“We just lost! Are you proud of that?”
Cassidy continued to respond to him by not responding, the smirk growing on Kip’s lips as he remembered what was going to happen next. He had lost count on how many times he had watched this part already, but it tickled him in a particular way every single time. Something about Danhausen shoving the champion, this time directly on his face instead of the shoulder, Cassidy finally standing his ground against him as he pushed away from the corner, forcing Danhausen to back away from him, looking ever so slightly shocked by the sudden push back.
They stood toe to toe in the middle of the ring, Kip watching in gleeful anticipation as they stared each other down for a moment, finally Cassidy being the first one to avert eye contact. He was clearly already tired of this, not wanting to engage further, this being far from the first time Danhausen was causing havoc like this inside the ring while they had been tagging together recently. He was just done with it, exhausted from the match now that he could let his guard down as it was officially over. Cassidy didn’t want to have to deal with this right now.
Only for Danhausen to shove him away, taking advantage of his small moment of what seemed like weakness, throwing the hands up towards Cassidy, pointing, cursing him.
This time the crowd's boos were clear, people not liking the idea of this ghoul putting a curse on their beloved International champion. Soon their voices changed again, as the now fed up Cassidy slapped his cursing hands away from his face, being obviously not amused by such trickery. He wasn’t here to play these stupid, mindless games that Danhausen clearly wanted; he knew the “curse” was nothing but a made up threat to throw off their opponents for a surprise attack. It wasn’t actually going to work on him, and he was tired; he wanted this over with. Cassidy just wanted to get out of here already now that the official match was over.
What he did not expect or see coming though, much to the absolute glee of Kip, was the kick below the belt from Danhausen that he responded with to the physical contact from Cassidy.
Kip watched as Danhausen towered over the champion as Cassidy fell to the mat, his yells this time being covered by the loud booing of the crowd. They soon changed back to cheers as the remainder of the Best Friends came running down the ramp for the champion’s aid, Chuck taking to tending to Cassidy as Trent managed to chase the accursed ghoul out of the ring.
“Oh, Clementine,” Kip sighed, hand reaching towards his screen as it zoomed closer to Cassidy’s pained face as Chuck helped him sit up in the middle of the ring, Kip gently running a finger along the blond’s cheek. “If only you could choose your friends a bit better. You could be golden.”
He only pulled his hand away as there was a soft tap on his arm, making Kip turn to face Penelope as she smiled at him. “It’s time. We can go now.”
Kip nodded, pulling her closer for a brief peck on her lips, before allowing the woman to walk him out of the locker room after herself.
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“’Hoping dear Clementine learns something from this experience.’”
Chuck glanced up from his phone, only to be met with an unreadable expression and an annoyed look, from Cassidy and Trent respectively. The social media world was constantly pinging all three of them about what had occured tonight, and it was getting ridiculous at this point as it just kept going as the night progressed. Like his friends, Chuck had ignored most of it, until a very attention seeking notification from, once again, Kip had popped up on his phone.
“Just put it away,” Cassidy sighed, clearly not in the mood to be dealing with the Brit’s shit tonight either. While Kip had not been at ringside for tonight’s disaster, Cassidy was sure he could still find a way to somehow blame him for what went down out there. Enough weeks had passed by now where Kip had been cryptic and hinting at something; he wouldn’t have been surprised in the slightest if it had been Kip who had gotten into Danhausen’s head about the desire of victory.
“So what do we do now?” Trent asked, looking between Cassidy and Chuck, both who responded with a directionless shrug. “We are a man down. Stat isn’t coming back until who knows when. Tonight was, shortly put, an absolute disaster. This ain’t a good look for us.”
“Yeah you don’t say,” Chuck snorted, pacing around the locker room trying to compose his thoughts. Him pacing around was making Cassidy even more annoyed honestly, but he remained quiet, just sitting on the couch observing the other man. Moving wasn’t still exactly comfortable; the assault from Danhausen had honestly been much more aggressive and painful than it looked like, the ghoul packing actually quite the kick in those skinny legs of his. Even with the help he got from Chuck and Trent, getting back to the locker room had been an absolute chore, and if it just could be helped, Cassidy wasn’t really going to be moving much tonight unless he absolutely had to.
Honestly, everything seemed to be kind of a chore recently. Cassidy wasn’t sure if it was the task of being a champion and having those responsibilities that above all pushed him closer to the edge every single day, but there was definitely something else going on alongside with the constant losing and infighting between his friends that was slowly grinding him to the ground. Cassidy wasn’t going to admit it though, after tonight it was the last thing they needed to hear. And who knew, maybe now that Danhausen was most definitely out of the picture at least for some time, they could catch a much needed breather.
Unfortunately, as Trent pointed out, this also put them in a disadvantage now that they were a man down. Cassidy already felt like a target in the locker room with one of the singles titles in the backpack on his shoulder, and if something, he was appreciative of having friends around to have his back at times. And a lot of people seemed to be avoiding Danhausen in general; he was unpredictable, and most described him kind of absurd and scary, so having him around as part of the group definitely had its benefits.
Now though, Cassidy wasn’t so sure how this was going to affect the image of Best Friends in the eyes of everyone else.
The sudden knock on the door immediately froze the air inside the locker room. The three friends shared quick looks, as if to try to count if they were all in the room to make sure nobody was missing, in an attempt to deduce who could be trying to get their attention so badly. Many people would try to avoid them after what tonight had been, knowing how much of a bad mood the three of them were in.
And yet, there was someone out there trying to get their attention desperately enough that they were knocking on the door multiple times in steady intervals.
Chuck cursed quietly under his breath as he approached the door, it being almost forcefully pushed open as soon as he flicked the lock off. Stumbling back a little, Chuck soon got face to face with Danhausen as the man burst into the room, almost immediately starting to hurl insults at Chuck, the first person in his sight.
From the corner of his eye, Cassidy saw Trent get up to defend his best friend from the assault of words, but the champion himself did nothing. The sudden yelling taking over the locker room felt almost paralyzing to him, freezing him on his spot on the couch, not being able to move, to get involved. Thankfully neither Chuck or Trent seemed to notice this, both of them being too busy trying to yell over Danhausen and the insults he was shouting, Cassidy barely being able to tell any of their words apart for the most part, but a few things Danhausen's almost piercing voice definitely managed to slip through to him.
Unworthy champion.
Filthy cheater.
Not a team player.
Selfish liar.
False friend.
With each statement he registered, Cassidy’s hand grabbed a tighter and tighter hold of his slacks; it almost felt like he could dig his fingers and nails through the thick canvas right into his skin if he kept going. His knuckles turning white as the yelling around him persisted, both Chuck and Trent joining in to defend him while the champion sat still, silent, eyes slowly falling down from the altercation happening to the floor.
Cassidy couldn’t lie to himself, he had heard so many of these same insults before. People didn’t think he was worthy of holding a title as big as the International one had turned out to be; they said he wasn’t fit for the Best Friends anymore due to being a singles champion. That his style didn't work, that he took this whole thing as a joke. That he wasn’t fit to be a champion; he was a farce, a mockery to the sport and the title he barely even carried around.
People had told him before that he was a bad friend for putting his friends through all of this: his selfish actions and thirst for gold, especially with how things had evolved recently; how he was putting them all under pressure, making them fight, how much happier everyone would have been if he wasn’t being such an awful friend to them and made them watch from the sidelines while he took all the gold and glory that the rest of them were not permitted to achieve, apparently due to some fault of his.
All these accusations, all these words, he had heard them before. And yet, it still stung the most coming from someone Cassidy had actually considered a friend.
As the fighting didn’t die down around him, Cassidy’s head snapped back up, in a clearly frightening manner as as soon as he locked eyes with Danhausen, the little ghoul perked up, taking a step back, actually falling silent. Chuck and Trent followed shortly after, both men slowly turning towards Cassidy as the champ just continued to sit on the couch, eyes staring daggers at Danhausen.
“Get out.”
His voice wasn’t very loud, but it was very obvious that he actually meant business. Cassidy was serious; this sudden turn in character leaving the trio looking at him in almost stunned silence for a while. Danhausen was the first one to speak up again, but he barely got more than a word out before Cassidy ordered again.
“Get out!”
Both Best Friends also stepped back slightly at the blond raising his voice, sharing a quick, rather confused look. Of course a little outburst would have been expected from the man after what had gone down tonight, but it was still so odd for them to actually see Cassidy like this. He didn't usually lose his temper quite like this, he never raised his voice. Even when he was seethingly mad, Cassidy was always just quiet, silent in his anger, letting it show only in the ring, if even then. He kept his emotions extremely in check at almost all times, unless they were positive emotions, so this kind of outburst really was… Something. To say the least.
As nobody responded to his demands, Cassidy pushed himself up from the couch, his voice only growing louder and stronger from the shot of adrenaline that crashed through his body as the pain took over after such a sudden movement.
“I said get out!”
Before Danhausen could argue with him again, Chuck turned towards him, grabbing the ghoul by the neck of his jacket, pushing him towards the door. Trent followed after them shortly, not being entirely sure if the command from Cassidy applied to all of them or only the now clearly former member of the Best Friends, but in his mind it was best to comply either way.
The anger he could see in Cassidy’s eyes was more than enough to push him out of the room, very much willingly.
As the locker room door slammed shut after the three of them, it took Cassidy a moment to dial back his emotions, finally the man sinking back on the couch with both an annoyed and agonized groan. Tonight had already been a lot, this wasn’t what he had planned for it at all. Taking in a deep breath, then another, he ran a hand through his hair, leaning his head against the back of the couch. The cold canvas felt good against his hot neck, helping him refocus himself back into the time and space where he belonged.
Was he wrong for that outburst? Cassidy really wanted to believe not. He had been done wrong tonight, and after having such insults thrown at him, he honestly could have said and done much more, much worse than he ended up doing. He just wanted it to end, to sit around in silence for a while, to not ponder over how much his friends were breaking apart and hating each other.
And most importantly, how much they were probably hating him in the process as well.
Closing his eyes, Cassidy tried to calm his breathing, slowly feeling the pain returning to the parts that had been assaulted earlier. It was actually a welcomed reminder of reality to him, telling him that he was shutting back down, going back towards the normal.
He ignored the locker room door opening and closing, assuming it was just Chuck and Trent coming back in. Cassidy would have liked to have more time alone to calm himself down, but he also couldn’t really blame the two for coming back so fast to make sure everything was under control, as the situation at hand was very much unusual to even their little misfit group.
Cassidy slowly opened his eyes, staring at the blank ceiling above him, listening to the silence lingering in the room. Something about it felt off, like it was almost overstaying its welcome. He had known both Chuck and Trent for long enough to realize how uncharacteristic being this quiet was.
Lifting his head up from the back of the couch, he soon got his answer though, as Cassidy got face to face with Kip instead of his friends.
Immediately Cassidy’s breathing tightened again, him shifting in a clearly more alert position on the couch; even if the change was very minor, they were both very well aware that it was happening. Kip just observed him from a few feet away, the deer-in-the-headlights look on the blond’s face being almost amusing to him. Kip was aware he was distressed, it was very obvious, but at the same time he found this turn of events rather hilarious. Here was the usually cool, calm and collected International champion Orange Cassidy, who was almost suddenly spooked out of his skin by the mere sight of the silver haired Brit.
“I’m not here to hurt you, Clementine.”
His words weren’t very comforting, even if Kip was sounding rather genuine behind the ominous smile playing on his lips. Maybe the biggest giveaway for Cassidy about it was the fact that the smile didn’t reach up to his eyes; it was purely for show, merely a facade, lulling him into a false sense of security. This, of course, only made him more tense over Kip’s existence in the locker room as the man glanced around himself for a while as if he was looking for something, before pulling a chair out for himself.
“Relax.”
Cassidy wanted to laugh at him, but no sounds were coming out of him as he watched Kip take a seat on the chair he found, sitting down across from him. As he settled on his seat, Cassidy could breathe a bit easier, knowing it was more difficult for Kip to suddenly jump him if he so wished if he was not up on his feet. The suited man carefully unbuttoned his jacket, leaning his arms against his knees as he leaned slightly forwards, never breaking eye contact with Cassidy.
“I saw what happened out there tonight. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
This time Cassidy let out a quiet snort, getting a raised brow with a confused head tilt back as a response. He already knew Kip was playing games with him, this very obvious false statement just bringing that fact home even harder. At least his threatening, sudden presence was slowly fading away, leaving only the lying fool behind that Cassidy thankfully knew how to deal with. It was making him relax considerably, he was just hoping Kip wasn’t picking up on the fact too, giving him a chance to take advantage of it.
“Yeah. Right.”
Kip broke eye contact with him for the first time since sitting down, looking around the room quietly. “So you’re saying that you being here all by yourself, left alone by your friends…” Kip glanced towards Cassidy, watching the unease grow in him again as he was unsure where Kip was planning on taking this conversation. “This is normal?”
Cassidy didn’t answer. He knew the answer to this question, he knew Kip knew the answer to it too. He didn't have to say it out loud.
“You’re saying that this is you being okay?”
“…Why are you here?”
Kip turned back fully towards him, snorting. “I already told you--”
“No.”
His brows furrowed, Kip clearly not enjoying being interrupted like this. He leaned a bit closer to Cassidy, almost as a threat, but the man in denim barely budged; he had set his mind on this and he was tired of these games. He had been through enough tonight already to want to deal with this on top of everything else.
“Why are you really here, Kip?”
He sounded tired, clearly not being amused by the situation at hand. Cassidy wanted, demanded answers, and Kip playing with him and beating around the bush was becoming a worn out gimmick real fast. The Brit was caught slightly off guard by this, especially over the fact that Cassidy was addressing him directly by name, which really wasn’t a usual feat for him.
“You… You really don’t think I’m worried about you?”
His words were hesitant, but Cassidy could feel some sort of… Odd sense of genuinity coming from him at the same time. Kip’s previous smile had turned more into a confused frown, but again not in the sense Cassidy usually saw him when Kip was being put on the spot and questioned about his odd behavior.
No, this time actually seemed like there could almost be something real behind this one.
“You know, I’ve seen everything that’s been going down recently. We all have. I’ve seen how you and your friends crumble, bit by bit, and I’m worried where this is going, especially after tonight.”
Kip looked away, Cassidy being able to see almost a sorrowful look in his eyes as the man sighed, inhaling deeply before his next words.
“And I, too, know what it’s like to… To be betrayed by a friend.”
The silence fell back into the room, Cassidy just observing as Kip seemingly struggled a little to keep himself calm and collected, hands rubbing together almost nervously as he was trying to regain his composure. It was almost endearing to watch in a way; Cassidy was so used to seeing Kip keeping up the overly confident and arrogant exterior that seeing him almost look vulnerable for the time being was definitely something different.
Maybe he was actually being more genuine than Cassidy thought. Maybe.
Kip slowly looked back at him, cracking a smile that could only be categorized as melancholic. It was extremely brief though; Kip quickly pushed it away, letting out a dramatic sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, relaxing a little bit on his seat as he leaned back, arms crossing over his chest.
“You may not think it… But I do know how you feel. And unlike for me at that time, I want there to be someone for you when that happens. Because, and let's be honest here, let’s face it… It will happen.”
There it was again, he was back. The smirk grew on his lips slowly, Cassidy watching as right in front of him Kip slid right back into his confident character, as if the small moment of weakness he had shown didn’t happen at all just mere seconds ago. The Brit pulled himself together in record speed, anyone not having witnessed the change just now would have missed it all. To be honest, Cassidy wasn’t entirely sure anymore if he had seen it correctly either, but as Kip continued to talk in much of the same vein as before, he knew that something had definitely happened. Maybe it hadn’t been a moment of weakness, but something had definitely been odd, and it wasn’t Cassidy’s tired, overworked mind playing tricks on him this time.
“I just need you to know that you won't be alone. I will be there for you when you need me.”
He wanted to say something so badly, but Cassidy remained silent. Kip looked at him for a moment, taking in the expression that, for once, he wasn’t fully able to read on the blond’s face. Was Cassidy confused about this? Was Kip finally getting under his skin enough that he was stunned in silence by how sincere he was actually being? Did Cassidy believe him in the first place? Kip wasn’t so sure. Usually he was good at this, but right there and then, something about the International champion just made him… Unreadable, even to him. As much as that infuriated Kip, he let it slide. Maybe it was a sign enough that he had gotten through to the one Best Friend he cared about.
Kip pushed the chair back slightly, finally getting a response from Cassidy as he did so. As Kip stood up, Cassidy leaned back on the couch, eyes never leaving the other man as he did, but his exterior for the first time in a while clearly relaxed. Kip wasn’t sure if he was just happy that he seemed to be finally leaving, but he made sure to stop for a moment to button up his suit jacket again as he stood there, staring back at Cassidy, trying to hide his pondering behind a smile tucking at the corners of his lips.
“Why do you think I believe you?”
Kip looked at him for a while, but didn't react. Try as hard as he might to be as genuine as possible, it seemed he still had to work hard to actually get through to Cassidy about what he was after.
“Because you need me. Because you need a friend.”
“No, I don’t. I have friends.”
Kip smiled at him, shaking his head at the blond who fell silent again, just watching him.
“See… That’s the difference between you and me, Clementine; you are just living in a lie.”
Without saying any more or giving Cassidy a chance to respond, Kip turned on his heels, making his way out of the locker room, leaving the International champion sitting there alone in a rather stunned silence.
#fic: immortal fears#setting: belt corruption arc#ship: orangekip#ship: kippenelope#character: orange cassidy#character: danhausen#character: kip sabian#character: penelope ford#character: chuck taylor#character: trent baretta#i wanna put them in a snow globe and shake them. we're just getting started babes#aew fanfiction#wrestling fanfiction
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I love when I lure people in with the promise of smut but then they get attacked by my compelling plots
And then they got to read it all
Very nice, very evil
Me and my plot hooks like
#anamelessfool writes#ghost fandom#ao3 author#the band ghost#ghost scenes from the void#ao3 fanfic#ghost band fic#yes thats a danhausen quote i use it daily
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