#hookhausen x reader

[alexablissmark]

hey look at me posting here's my painting

[lexi0widow]

Yk at AEW all in london during the hook vs jack perry match when hook slams him into the car but immediately grabs his head in pain.

Ive been thinking about that so heres a drabble of hook coming home to you with a pouding headache because of that moment 😛

The moment in question in case you need context

Hook groaned out again, he had been laying across the couch with his head in your lap for what felt like days but was more so about two hours.

His head had been pounding since his match earlier tonight and he had came to you in the hopes that you could help him feel better, and whilst your fingers running through his hair was soothing his migraine just wouldn’t go away.

‘Sit up for me hon.’ You said gently

He sits up slowly groaning out in pain whilst doing so he looks at you silently asking what you’re gonna do. Instead of answering you stand up, grabbing water and some of his favourite snacks, you turn the tv on so you two can continue the show you both are watching.

You drop the snacks and remote on the bed going back to where hes sat to grab his hand pulling him up and dragging him to bed. You lay down and open your arms allowing him to lay on top of you.

You continue to stroke his hair making sure he drinks plenty of water as you both eat some snacks. After about 30 minutes his breathing begins to soften and his eyes close.

‘Goodnight my love, Im so proud of you.’

Is the last thing he hears before drifting off to sleep.

[dagermanvampdanhausen]

You’ve given me everything, now I’ll give the Devil your due.

[heelbucks]

Being in a poly relationship with HookHausen hcs?

poly!hookhausen hcs

danhausen immediately threatening to curse anyone who hurts you two in the ring

hook likes being little spoon secretly

being the only people hook shares his chips with <33

they def fight over who gets to kiss you first when they get home

taz loving you and being so understanding of your dynamic

being middle spoon so you get to be held and hold one of your boys

they both love getting their hair played with and thank god you have two hands

head scratches are the only way to get them to danhausen to shut up sometimes, even though you love his ramblings.

trying to make them break character when you're helping them film promos

helping donovan do his makeup <33

as always my inbox is open for requests 🩷

[queenlegacyproductions]

Here's a little bit of HOOK content since there's only crumbs of it (😭 everyday I fight for my life looking) coming soon. Inspired by @daddyhausen headcannons, thought were thunked and ideas were made.

Interact with this post if you want to be tagged.

[chvcklefvck]

FUCK can't stop thinking about the potential of angsty hookhausen x reader since Hook is now with Jungle boy

[danielgarcias]

❝Can i keep this?❞

Hook x Fem! reader

not requested i just thought of it

not my gif!!

hook masterlist ❀ masterlist

ꨄ english is not my first language! i apologies for any mistakes

Hook looked over at you, turning his attention away from his phone, cocking his eyebrow at you, the look going completely unnoticed by you as you bit your lip in concentration.

The weather had been awfully cold lately, you really didn’t expect it so you had barley bought any hoodies or sweaters. So you got up from the bed, your large blanket still covering your body as you rummaged through the insane amount of hoodies your lovely boyfriend had.

You spent a good 5-10 minutes looking through all of them before picking out the perfect one. A simple white one. To be fair, it looked very comfy, and fairly new. You put it against your body, realising it went just past your thighs. You completely disregard your blanket and quickly got into the hoodie.

You waddled over to your boyfriend who was laying peacefully on your bed, his back against the headboard as he kept his eyes on you.

“Can I keep this?” You asked, a wide smile on your face, already knowing the answer.

“Well you already have it on” He replied in his usual nonchalant manner.

“Sooo.. that’s a yes?” You said, climbing into the bed, cuddling up next to him.

He kissed the top of your head, ruffling your hair.

“Mhm, that’s a yes”

very bery very short but i like it so idc!!

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

yandere hookhausen PLEASEEEE ❤️🙏

Being Hookhausen’s Darling

An: I love you tk, but it was low key homophobic that you split these two up😶

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @cuzimacomedian @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @thesusbunny @blaquekittycat @writtingrose

They both are very obsessive, but in different ways

Danhausen believes you want to be there

Hook knows you don’t

Hook would always take control of punishments because Dan could never go through with them

But Dan is always there to comfort you after a punishment

Because of that dynamic you would automatically find yourself closer to Dan than hook

They do generally trust each other, so they don’t really get jealous

Although Hook get frustrated at how clueless Dan can be when it comes to if you want to be there or not.

Someone is always with you, so chance of running is slim to none.

Dan still won’t kill even though Hook would.

But he won’t let hook kill in front of you

He doesn’t want his baby to see something like that. 

[itjazzbicch]

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.”

[keysgrave]

Wrestlers I Write For

I write for both aew and wwe now!

* indicates my favorites to write for

Keep in mind I usually only write female or gender neutral reader as they are easiest for me

I'll also write certain ships(I added those at the bottom

AEW:

Kenny Omega

Hook*

Adam Cole

Adam Page

Chuck Taylor*

Trent

MJF

Danhausen*

Kris Statlander*

Cash Wheeler

Dax Harwood

Wardlow

Kyle O'Reilly*

Orange Cassidy*

Nick Jackson

Matt Jackson*

Ricky Starks

Eddie Kingston*

Powerhouse Hobbs

Kip Sabian

Ruby Soho*

Athena

Buddy Matthews

Malakai Black

WWE:

Daniel Garcia

Jamie Hayter*

Toni Storm*

Austin Theory*

Johnny Gargano*

Drew McIntyre

Roman Reigns

Jimmy Uso*

Jey Uso*

Shayna Baszler

Indi Hartwell

Seth Rollins*

Sami Zayn

Kevin Owens

Dominik Mysterio*

Rhea Ripley*

Damian Priest*

Finn Balor*

Bayley*

Dakota Kai*

Iyo Sky (Io Shirai)

Naomi (idk if she still counts as wwe tbh)

Alexa Bliss

Asuka

Liv Morgan*

WHO I WONT WRITE FOR:

I will not write for any of the following

Sammy Guevara

Tay Conti

Anna Jay (it depends tbh, I'm willing to just not alot)

Jake Hager

Chris Jericho

Bryan Danielson (I dont like writing for him sorry)

Sting

Darby allin (I dont like writing for him)

CM Punk

Max Caster

The Miz

Dexter Lumis

Ships

Hook x Danhausen (hookhausen)

Trent x Chuck (best friends)

Dax x Cash (FTR)

Orange Cassidy x Chuck Taylor

[mjfass]

Is there any Hookhausen x Reader fanfics out there, asking for a friend… 👀

I haven’t found any but…

MUTUALS, IF YOU KNOW ANY, LET US KNOW, PLEASE.

[alexablissmark]

detention (part 1) [hook x female reader]

you get a detention and your least favorite person decides to join you. female reader.

warnings: angst, bullying, gossip, middle school trauma, shootings, manipulation, nudes, swearing, suicide, intimidation, bad puns, revoked privilege

this is slightly based on personal experiences and my own schools stupid attendance policy ♡

For the third time this week, you left the house too late. For the second time this week, your car wouldn't start. And for the first time this week, you received a detention.

What a stupid policy.

You'd think school would be the one place where being late is forgiven. People would be kind and empathetic towards you and understand that there are millions of factors going into being in class before 8AM, most of which are out of your control. Right?

Wrong.

Well, surely you'd only have to make up the five minutes of class that'd you have missed? It's not a big deal.

Also, wrong.

Fifty minutes for every tardy after the two "freebies" as they had called it. So there you were, sitting in detention. Detention started at 3:35. If you were late, they sent you home, and you had to serve a second one. You made sure you were there by 3:33, at the latest. There were a few people already there. You sat a table by yourself. Two to a table, please. There came in a few more kids after you. It was a busy day for detention.

"Julia?" The teacher, Mr. Regal, called.

"Here," she said.

"Brittany?"

"Here,"

"Adam?"

"Here,"

"Max?"

"Here,"

"Tyler?"

"Here,"

"Y/N?"

"Here,"

That's when you stopped listening to roll-call.

The aforementioned Tyler sat next to you. Not because he wanted to, but because it was the last open seat available, and he walked in last. Tyler was basically the embodiment of everything a dad wanted his son to be. Young, handsome, athletic, seemingly well-mannered. But to you, he was everything but well-mannered. He was nothing except a cold-hearted devil.

Even though you've been going to the same school your entire life, it'd been hard to make friends. The closed off community you had been forced to surround yourself with was filled with nothing but elitists.

(a/n: see what i did there? imso funny hahaha please laugh)

Your first run-in with Tyler was in first grade. He sat at your table. He took scissors to your hair. When the teacher came over, it looked like you were the one who did it. He never said sorry and was mean to you for the rest of the year. You got your scissor privileges taken away. His friends joined in on teasing you sometime during second grade.

After fourth grade, they stopped being mean to you in your face and spread rumors instead. It earned you a visit to the principals office with police officers waiting for you. A list had been found by a "concerned student" and was brought to the schools attention. The student said he believed it to be you. Except, the handwriting looked nothing like yours. It was messy and gross. Kindergartener-like. You thanked Ms. Aubrey for bringing it up during your visit. You were let go.

Eventually, the teasing and school shooter rumors turned into notes in lockers. Notes with lines of daring you to kill yourself and condemning you to hell. You never reported them. You didn't bother. You had other things to worry about, anyway. Better things, like the spelling bee. You won the spelling bee in 6th grade. Tyler was the other finalist. It felt really, really good. You smiled at him when you won. He just squinted his eyes at you, trying to intimadate you. But nothing could intimidate a world-class champion, such as yourself.

He didn't start bothering you again until the end of 8th grade. He asked you for pictures. You told him no. He still told everybody you sent them to him anyway. You were deemed "too slutty" for anyone to want to be friends with you after that. That was the consensus all the way up until now. Junior year.

Now you were sitting across from the one person who had made your life a living hell for the past 10 years. You didn't even know why. You've never done anything to him. Did he resent you for something? Or was he just trying to entertain himself with the shy kid with a different sense of style? Maybe it was none of the above.

Thoughts like this crossed your mind as you pretended to read a book. You looked at the clock. It was only 3:45. You looked at Tyler. He was already looking at you. You gave him a weird look and went back to fake reading. He slid you a note.

"why u reading that?" it said.

You quietly opened your pencil pouch so as not to draw attention to the highly punishable note-passing. Mr. Regal enforced rules by the book, and you did not want to spend another day here wasting your time. You could hear a pen drop in that room. Any sort of noise would mean certain death.

"i found it in the library," you wrote back.

Tyler was writing some sort of response until a hand snatched the paper away. You looked up with a hint of fear in your eyes.

"Passing notes?" Mr. Regal exclaimed. "You two know better. Especially as juniors. That's another detention for you both!"

If looks could kill, Mr. Regal would be dead on the floor. You had incredibly important napping plans for tomorrow. Tyler probably had lacrosse practice or something sporty like that. You and Tyler looked at each other, but you quickly went back to pretend reading. It was only 3:50 at that point. Could time go by any slower?

You actually started to find yourself interested in the book you were reading, and you quickly got lost in its world. But that was cut short when Mr. Regal said everyone could go. It was 4:25 by then.

You were walking to your car when you heard a voice call behind you.

"Hey!" it said.

You looked behind you.

Here we go.

"What, Tyler?"

"I just wanted to say that's my favorite book you were reading," he said with a slight smirk.

You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you said.

You began to continue your walk to the back of the parking lot. You didn't like to park next to others.

He followed you to your car. You checked your phone and the time read 4:32.

"What?" you said, annoyed.

Your back was to your driver-side door. He put his hands on either side of you.

"I just think it's impressive someone like you could read such profound literature," he said sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up, Tyler. It's literally your fault we have to go back to detention tomorrow," you said.

"You didn't have to answer back," he said.

"You didn't have to talk to me in the first place," you snapped back.

"I wanted to talk to you," he answered.

"I didn't," you said while crossing your arms.

"I think you're a liar," he whispered.

"I think you should eat a dick, bitch," you said aggressively.

The tension was ever-rising between the two of you. Years and years of hate between you both had finally come to its peak. All the while, he had you pinned beneath him, and you had nowhere to go. Your faces were only inches apart. His eyes locked into yours. After a few seconds, you looked away. You'd die if anyone saw you like that with Tyler of all people. Luckily, no one did. He didn't seem to really care. He sighed and walked away.

You got into your car and went home.

The time was 4:56 when you got to your room.

You took a nap, which you didn't wake up from until 6:45 the next morning.

School went by really fast that day. And when you got to the detention room, luckily it wasn't Mr. Regal. It was the principal, Mr. Khan. He was nice and understanding, but a lot of times, he let things fly under the radar. He seemed to only punish people for small things - like being late and note passing.

Unluckily, it was just you and Tyler that day. He sat across from you again.

this got too long so part 2 will b out soon ♡

[alexablissmark]

detention (part 2) [hook x female reader]

mr. khan leaves you alone with your least favorite person. maybe you'll warm up to him?

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, school setting, mention of suicide attempt, swearing, theft, book throwing, angst

Mr. Khan didn't say anything about Tyler sitting next to you, which was weird. Usually, that isn't allowed when there's only a few kids. But with Mr. Khan being... well, Mr. Khan, he let it happen.

He was also notorious for overworking himself. Filling up his schedule to the absolute max, with little to no breaks during the day. You could tell he was always stressed and sleep deprived because of his twitchy behavior and nervousness. What was even more telling was the bags under his eyes.

Mr. Khan had double booked himself on that day by accident.

Not only did he have detention duty, but he also had a meeting. A meeting he couldn't miss.

So, he left you two by yourselves. How wonderful! You wish you could've just left, or if he could've just let you guys both leave, maybe just give you and Tyler both a warning. But no.

He said he'd be back at 4:25 to dismiss you both and to make sure you both stayed. Great.

Mr. Khan left after that, leaving just you and Tyler. You decided to take your book out again and read. You were able to get through a few more pages throughout the day. It was actually really interesting, but you really, really, didn't want to talk to Tyler.

Tyler took your book.

"The Book Thief?" he said, "What kind of shit is that, Y/N?"

He stood up with your book and started to flip through the pages.

"Seems like it's you. Give it back, please," you said softly.

You tried to be nice. You didn't want to be loud and cause a commotion that would lead Mr. Khan back in the room. It was 3:41.

"No," he said.

You stood up and tried to get it back from him. Tyler was way taller than you, so that plan didn't work out too well. He held it above your head and mocked you when you couldn't reach it.

"Tyler, seriously, give it back," you pleaded. "I don't want Mr. Khan to come back and give us another detention!"

"Fuck Khan and fuck you," he said coldly.

You rolled your eyes, and an idea popped into your head. It was your turn to be petty.

"You wish," you said.

Secretly, you wish he wished it, too. He may have been a raging douchbag, but he was certainly attractive.

"Do I?" he questioned. "Or do you?"

"Ugh, no. Definitely just you."

A very, very light tint of pink stained Tyler's cheeks.

"What makes you think that?" he said while looking to the side.

You looked to the clock before answering. 3:46.

"Well, obviously, if you didn't want to fuck me so bad, you wouldn't be such a dick to me all of the time for no reason. I think you're just trying to hide your feelings for me," you said, mimicking his own cocky smirk.

"Really? Is that what you think?" he questioned, still holding your book. You realized he made you lose your place. What a dick.

"That's exactly what I think."

He threw your book at you. It almost hit you in the face.

"Pft, whatever," he said, sitting back down. You followed suit and returned to your seat. Maybe you finally cracked the case? You caught a glimpse of the clock before he spoke again. 3:48.

"If I wanted to fuck you, I could've done it a long time ago. I'd bet you'd let any guy get in your pants... if he paid you enough," he said with a big grin.

"And you'd fuck any girl if her prices were low enough. The only reason why you don't is because you got that big ego, but down there? You aren't anything special," you whispered while looking right in his eyes. You really wanted to drive that point home.

"You wanna fucking bet, Y/N?"

You were a bit shocked at that one. Surely he wasn't serious. But, you must stay one step ahead of him at any and all costs. You can not let Tyler win at his own game again. The clock read 3:50. You still had time to spare before Mr. Khan came back.

"I think I'd like to take my chances, Tyler."

Before you knew it, a desperate tug on your wrist had you practically on top of the table and his lips on yours. It was very rough. But, there wasn't much time for intimacy anyway.

You could barely breathe. He held the back of your head so you couldn't move. But it was okay, because you didn't want to. In all honestly, the last thing you wanted was for Tyler to stop. Never in a million years did you think Tyler would be the one making you feel this way. Tyler wasted little time putting his lips to your neck and leaving love bites that would surely bruise your skin and be something you'd have to lie to your parents about.

It started in first grade.

You lifted yourself up, so your knees were on the table, and you were bent over, holding onto Tyler's shoulders for support. He grabbed you and sat you on top of his lap, not detaching his lips for a single second. You both wanted to savor this.

For you, it was because Tyler, albeit a piece of shit, was basically your dream man. Fluffy brown hair, warm brown eyes, muscular but not too muscular, and very soft lips, you now learned. For Tyler, he had secretly formed a big crush on you.

When he cut your hair, he saw in a movie at home. It was of a girl giving her husband a locket of her hair before he went to war. He wanted to hold on to your hair, as a symbol of love between you both. He probably should've asked you first.

When he started teasing you, he only did it because he heard girls liked it when boys were mean, because it meant they liked them. Maybe he took it a step too far.

He also wasn't the one who but those notes in your locker. It was Maxwell. Fucking dick. In actuality, he intercepted a few of them. But more than anything, he wanted to apologize and make things right. You never gave him the time of day. He wished he told Max to stop.

When he asked you for pictures, he was at a sleepover. They all asked girls for pictures. Tyler's friend Ricky just made it seem like to everyone else you sent them. He stopped being friends with Ricky after that.

Now, here you are, topless and in his lap. Hands in his hair, quiet moans in his ear. With your help, he took his shirt off, too.

He put his hands on your hips and started to take your [shorts/pants/skirt] off. You stepped out of them and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. He went back to giving you hickeys.

"I thought you didn't.... want to do this..?" you said, out of breath.

"I lied," he said.

"I figured."

4:10. You were starting to run out of time.

"Hurry, Tyler," you whispered.

"I'm trying."

He moved his boxers and your underwear out of the way and helped you find your way.

He had to cover your mouth.

"Shhh," he whispered.

He moved his hips up rhythmically, hitting right where it felt the best. You could barely contain yourself or keep your eyes open for that matter. Tyler went back to giving you more love bites and grinned when he felt you moan his name into his hand. He whispered yours back to you.

Your hands were still in his hair, and he maybe enjoyed the pulling and tugging a bit too much. He started to get loud. You gave him a look, one that said to keep it down. 4:13.

After giving him "the look," he tightened his grip on your face and made you keep looking at him. His movements got faster, and you started to fall behind as you got closer to that feeling of bliss you were both chasing.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered while never breaking eye contact. "I'm sorry for everything."

You really didn't want to forgive him. How could you? In your eyes, he was the one who made you believe that you were worthless. That you were a slut. He made you try to kill yourself.

But, with the way you were feeling, you could forgive him for even the most heinous of crimes, let alone middle school drama.

"It's okay," you said, although it sounded mumbled since he still had his over your mouth.

He started to go faster and harder, which you didn't think was possible.

He let go of your face at 4:16. He kissed you. There was a lot of passion behind it. You tried to match that level but ultimately fell short. Tyler somehow made you feel better than anyone had before. Oh, how the turn tables!

At 4:18, you both finished, and you got off of him but still remained in his lap. He held you close to his chest. Tyler was certainly strong, as his tight grip prevented you from going anywhere. You guys stayed like that in silence for a while, with the occasional forehead and neck kisses.

It wasn't until 4:24 when you both realized the time.

You scrambled to get your clothes back on. Right after you sat back down, Mr. Khan came back. Right on the dot.

He let you guys leave. And he was totally and utterly unaware of the events that just unfolded.

Tyler walked you to your car. You turned back to look at him, your back once again to the drivers side door. Instead of telling him to eat a dick, you gave him a hug. He hugged you back. It was 4:32 when he let you go, and kissed you goodbye.

You guys didn't become a couple, but you became really close friends. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't make you laugh or vice versa. It was during a late-night car drive that you guys reenacted the events that took place a few weeks ago, right under Mr. Khans nose. It was a lot more intimate, with you guys not having a time limit to stop the fun.

It was in that car that Tyler told you how the events that have transpired over the last few years really went down. You felt bad. If only you would've heard him out.

Well, better late than never.

Because now he was all yours, and you didn't intend on sharing. Sharing is overrated, anyway. Fortunately, Tyler didn't like sharing either. You grew to learn just how protective he was.

You hated more than anything to admit it, but, maybe detention wasn't so bad after all.

[alexablissmark]

owning a cat hcs (feat. darby & hook)

g/n reader, reqs open ! 

darby: 

would try to act like he didn’t care, since he’s a dog person

would secretly ADORE your cat.... but secrets can’t last forever

nap with the cat, play with the cat, feed the cat too many treats, you name it, darby has done it with the cat

he brings the cat through fast food drive-through’s sometimes

he’s very emotionally connected with the cat

one time he tried to teach the cat how to skate 

lots of noticeable cat hair on his black clothing 

made the cats their own spots on the couch

^ got a second cat so your first one can have a friend :) 

hook: 

yea, he’s protective over the cat

also would feed the cat too many treats

the cat would sleep inside of his hoodies

he has more pictures of the cat than he does of you or even himself

he just really loves the cat because of how much you love them 

spoils the cat with “high end, luxury” toys and a cat tree

your cat still preferred the box 

do not talk shit about his cat, you will be going to the hospital <3 

thx for reading! i just rlly love my own irl kitties and just nomnom i love them so heres this ig 

[alexablissmark]

and again (hook x reader)

warning: animal death

gn reader, lots of fluff 😫

it was just like any other night after a show. laying in the hotel bed sheets with your friend Hook in a comfortable silence. you were both mindlessly on your phones, you on instagram reels, but you were unsure of what Hook was doing - probably texting someone.

it was silent until a video of someone documenting their final moments with their dog before having to put him down made you tear up. Hook heard your sniffling.

"what's up?" he said.

"the video... someone filmed their last moments with their dog, look!" you said as you showed him the video.

"aw,"

"it's just- i don't, i don't know why im crying so much i- it's ugh," you cried.

you hugged Hook for some sort of emotional support. he hugged you back and fell silent. you guys stayed like that for a while, and you exclaimed how the video was dumb and you shouldn't be an emotional mess over it. Hook tried to assure you it was fine. but the tears stopped when the hands that were around your waist moved and...... it tickled. you let out a small giggle.

he gave you a bit of a funny look.

"sorry, it just uh- it tickled a little bit," you said with a smile.

"oh, you're ticklish?" he asked. there was an underlying tone to this you did not like.

"no," you lied while giving him wide eyes.

he knew you were lying and tackled you. he proceeded to attack you for multiple minutes, all the while you could only lay there and beg for mercy. there was no escape. all you could do was plead until he stopped. Hook was vicious. every time you'd think he was done, he'd go straight back at it again. you were helpless.

you looked up at him, and you both realized the position you were in. upside down on the bed, your hands above your head, and his legs on either side of you so you couldn't move.

maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe something else, but you decided to be bold.

you grabbed his face, and you kissed him, ever so gently. you didn't want to scare him away. but also because the underlying fear of him rejecting you was still ever-present. you pulled apart, but not for long. because he kissed you again.

and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and aga-

"must you smother me?" you asked in between kisses.

"mhm," he said.

"trying to make up for lost time," he added.

"what does that mean?"

"it means i've been too much of a pussy to ask you out for months."

you were content with that answer so you went back to letting Hook kiss you again.

and again.

and again.

and again.

[alexablissmark]

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