#and I want Hook to choose Danhausen

[milesworld96]

So what I’m understanding is that this is the confirmation of Evilhausen, right?

[aerodaltonimperial]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by @rosabellebelieve and oh girl. Ain't nobody ready for these stats LOL. Uh oh. Also, I've removed all collab fics for purposes of this, as it doesn't really seem fair since I only wrote, like, half of them lmao.

Words and Fics

268,626 words in 2023 (mother of god)

52 fics on AO3 (dear christ)

I'm not even counting Tumblr ficlets, oh god, don't make me

Top 5 Pairings

💚🖤Jack/Darby (24) (NUMBER ONE???? how tho)

🧡🖤Hook/Danhausen (23)

💚🧡Jack/Hook (5)

🔮🍑Julia/Anna (4)

🧡🎤Max Caster/Hook (3) & 🧡🍊Orange/Hook (3) (HAHAHAHAHA)

Top 5 by kudos

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) [Hookhausen]

man of lesser words [Hookhausen]

don't need a cure for love [Orange/Hook]

baby please (would you read my eulogy) [JungleCorpse]

you're the realest thing i've never had to fake [Hookhausen]

Top 5 by hits

baby please (would you read my eulogy) [JungleCorpse]

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) [Hookhausen]

now you know how i feel [Hookhausen]

Weekend in Fresno: or, a Hook choose your own dating adventure [Hook/everyone]

threat level: euclid [HH, JC, SP]

Fandom Events in 2023

I made it to a wrestling show! Since they never go near me and my life is what it is, I really can't manage more than one a year, and I've got to be lucky to get that to work, but this was a big deal and I'm so happy that I could make it happen!

ALSO I MADE UP A FUCKING PAIRING AND GOT IT TO THE #1 FOR BOTH PARTIES INVOLVED you know what this counts as an event LMAOOOOO i'm thinking no one should actually have this power

Upcoming Projects

If I ever stop bemoaning my perceived lack of skill, I've got 2/3 of a fic that Vamp prompted dialogue for, largely me writing something fluffy and saccharine because she was trying to write smut and we were both trying to write out of our wheelhouses lol

Writing reflection

Well! 2023 was quite a year, honestly. I was going to be like OH HOLY SHIT about my word count but when I took our collabs, it dropped so fast, so that's good, I guess (???). I'm still so happy I discovered wrestling, because it's been easily 12 years since I had this amount of creativity for a single fandom. And this year I really stretched out and started writing new stuff within the wrestling fandom! That's exciting (depending what you followed me for, I suppose LOL).

But more than anything else, this year I looked at what I wanted to write and said, FUCK IT, I'M WRITING IT. And I started dropping horror shit I fully expected that no one would read, because I didn't think people came to fandom for spooky stuff??? And lo and behold, y'all really showed up for those fics! I'm forever grateful you saw me writing absolutely batshit horror and were like yes, Katy, we will also read this creepfest. So much love.

I also tried to write more smut, which I am not particularly adept at, and also some darker themes. I do try to write lighthearted things, haha, but my own mental state has been not stellar, and I think that tends to come out in my fics. And I started writing femslash, which this fandom needs so much more of! So. All in all, a real banger year for me in fandom. I'm pretty proud of a LOT of the fics I wrote this year.

And, obviously, 2023 would not be complete with me mentioning that Vamp and I produced an epic shit ton of words together, and MORE IMPORTANTLY had an absolute blast in doing so. What a whirlwind writing together has been!!! I think we've really gotten to this point of just great flow, and I'm super proud of how we work so well like we do. We DO HAVE SOMETHING ELSE COMING but we've been "planning" it since August and haven't written it yet, so HAHAHA. Anyway. Expect that in 2025, or something. ;)

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

Tagging: @whysamwhy123 @meeplanguage @fille-lioncelle and anyone else who wants to take a stab at this!

[kasey-writes-stuff]

AEW anon here- i’m glad I found you too! I love your headcanons for OC and Kenny. Thank you for writing them :) I love the idea of Orange being the most unbearably casual ler ever. like just wrecking your shit and not saying a word just smirking down at you as he puts in the least effort possible but you’re still dying. He’s one of my faves at the moment so I was delighted to hear your thoughts about him! I think it’s so adorable to think of him as a lee too. I feel like he’d have one of those silent laughs where you can’t tell he’s laughing at first especially with his sunglasses on. His shoulders just bounce and he’s all squeaky until his true laugh comes out. What are your thoughts on Danhausen? And who are some of your other favorite AEW wrestlers? Thank you again for taking the time to post hc’s!

Aahhh yes yes yes so true he really would but he’d have the biggest smile on his face and he’d like still be trying to act sooo casual like nothings happening even though he’s literally shaking with laughter

DAN I MISS HIM I MISS HIM SO MUCH HELPP

He gives me ler vibes for sure maybe ler with just barely some switch but mostly ler

He will only let a very small group tickle him but even when he does they never get away with it

Said group is best friends, OC, Kris and Ethan page (my beloved)

Dan is ofc a very very silly ler he definitely leans playful ler but can be rough when needed or wanted

He definitely makes a lot of silly noises when tickling his lees

He’d use teases like “oh yea I can tell you’re definitely not ticklish here at all” when the lee is denying being ticklish

He’s definitely one for sneak tickles at anytime anywhere

But he does keep the more drawn out tickles to more smaller settings like between you and the group mentioned above

But he’ll definitely still sneak up and give some squeezes or pokes or maybe even a quick scribble just as he’s passing you no matter what you’re doing

When he does do the more drawn out tickles he definitely is asking as its starting “hmm should I be very nice danhausen or should I be very evil danhausen?”

Sometimes he’s genuinely asking what you’d like other times it’s a rhetorical question and he’s most definitely picking and just using it as a tease

Hmm I feel like he’d like hips and sides a lot because of like how jumpy they usually make people

As for himself he doesn’t have a favorite spot to be tickled really but if he had to try and choose one it would be his ears cause they’re not really bad they just get a few giggles

Worst spots umm hmm see since I can’t really picture him being tickled it’s hard to get an idea for his worst spots

I’m gonna say ribs

Some other faves of mine are

Jon moxley

Wheeler yuta

Sammy Guevara

Britt baker

Adam cole

Hook

Jack perry

Bryan danielson

Hangman Adam page

There’s probably others I’m forgetting but those are the first to come to mind

Aahhh I’m so glad you’re enjoying the HC’s if you have any requests I’m totally open to it and to discussing your thoughts on them

[himbos-hotline]

mox, hangman, & danhausen for #5 👀

go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives): See there has to be a car radio, I cannot exist without music because it gets too overwhelming with traveling. I can't do the sounds of traffic without wanting to rip my own hair out. so there'd be some music otherwise I would throw myself outta a moving car. Hanger can drive and I'll point out all the sheep and cows and stuff, typical car stuff. He also looks like he'd be a safe driver and I wouldnt have the nervousness about crashing and stuff. I also think he'd sit and point out the things and tell cool facts and would pull over now and then to find like places to eat and stuff and just strech ya legs.

sit next to on a six hour plane flight: I don't really like the idea of flying because heights make us feel a little nervous and I'm claustrophobic. Mox would tell great stories and seems mildly friendly enough to ask questions about like the book im reading or like would swap seats to sit near the window. I dont really know how planes work since I have never been on one. But Mox would tell cool stories and things and I could tell him fun facts!

sit across from on a six hour train journey: I lovee the train!! It makes me so hapy to be on the train. I would love to travel with Danhausen! I think he would like the train too and would make suprised little demon sounds about like passing stations and make jokes about dumb place names and would count how many stops we have. I also think he would get chips for hook and from the little foot carr thing. I think Danhuasen would enjoy getting on a train with another autistic [the demon is autistic, fight me] [actually ont fight me, i am only small] and like I think we'd share headphones and id point out favourite songs and he can tell me wrestling stories. He would be upset that the train tickets cost so much human money and me too danhausen me too! He should jump off the train like hes a little kid cuz the gaps are HUGE!

ask game // list of WIPS // askbox

[chvcklefvck]

I had thought up a scenario today during the hookhausen match👀 it was of reader being in a poly relationship with hookhausen and hook for whatever reason just feels like chillin tonight but reader and danhausen are in the mood to get it on so whilst reader and danhausen are having sex, hook is literally laying beside them on the bed on his phone, eating his chips and watching youtube videos with his earbuds in. Then when you two are done you both cuddle up to him as he lazily wraps an arm around you and pets your hair.

I'm not sure why but the idea of being in a poly relationship and being that comfortable enough with each other to where two of you can be literally having sex and the other either chooses to just watch for tonight or just hangs out and does whatever while the others are getting intimate, it's real sweet tbh 🥺

YEESSS!! That is such a lovely idea!!! Under the cut since it gets a little smutty! 18+ ONLY PLEASE! Also this is GN!Reader! No specifications in this! Would totally write like a full in depth fic for this tbh...

When you see Hook tag Danhausen in, you're immediately hot. As soon as Danhausen puts his foot down on Mark's chest you are sure you are about to lose your whole damn mind. You're pacing around backstage when Danhausen and Hook come back to greet you.

You hug them both tightly and give them kisses, expressing just how happy and excited you are for both of them! You make it very apparent that as soon as you get back to the hotel you want them to yourself. Hook then makes it apparent that he really just wants to chill.

Danhausen and you both pout, but not for long. You don't want Hook to see how devastated you may be. "It's cool," You wave your hand at him, "We can wait to celebrate until tomorrow!"

Danhausen huffs. You nudge him and whisper to him that you are sure you will still be ready to celebrate whenever Hook wants to. Whenever you three do get back to the bedroom, you naturally push the beds together and lay down. Hook gets on his phone, putting his earbuds in, and there is an awkward silence. Hook finally breaks it.

"You can 'celebrate' without me." His eyes are trained on his phone, one hand in a chip bag.

You give Danhausen a look, one single look, and he's on you immediately. His hands travelling up your sides and his lips pressing against yours. You are quick to kiss back, deepening it instantly. Everyone once in a while the bed shifts beside you, and you half expect Hook to join, but he does not.

At one point, you're on your knees in front of Danhausen, his cock on your mouth, and Danhausen has one hand in your hair, the other grabbing at the sheets beside you. One of your hands is taking care of Danhausen while your free one is taking care of yourself.

Hook is still unbothered, every once in a while you hear him pop a chip in his mouth.

When you're ass up on the bed beside him, Danhausen absolutely rabid behind you, you feel something touch your shoulder. You're really too fucked to even look over and figure out what it is, but you know it isn't Danhausen.

"You're doing so good babes." Hook pats you and then Danhausen.

Hook's voice is all either of you need to finish. You're gripping at the sheets and crying out as Danhausen finishes himself. Danhausen is lying on top of you for moment, soothing you before he gets off of you and the both of you cuddle up to Hook.

Hook's hand is in your hair, and his other arm is wrapped around Danhausen. His head is resting on yours and he gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead. You push yourself closer to Hook, and one of your arms stretches over his stomach towards Danhausen. The three of you fall asleep so easily after that.

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@redpool @cesarosbalor

[thekentuckyhimbo]

Sharing is Caring

Pairing: William Regal/Danhausen, Hookhausen, William Regal/Wheeler Yuta

Warnings: mentions of BDSM (not explicit), mentions of sex (explicit)

Words: 3k

Chapters: 1

Complete: Yes

*Part 2 in a series, but can be read standalone.

Read Part 1

Summary: Hook has been courting Danhausen, but Danhausen is loyal to William Regal. Will the two be able to share, or will Danhausen be forced to choose one of them? As @dudebustertrent puts it, “you like a little freak in facepaint and a silver fox? This fic is for you”

Author Notes: I am an absolute goblin for writing this and now it’s officially a series, so look forward to that, I guess

Danhausen leaves his Master’s room in the early hours of the morning. It is a cool morning and Danhausen longs for the warm embrace of his Master’s bed again already, even if he sleeps at the foot of it. But Master always tucks him in and places a soft kiss on his head, and he feels safe there.

But Danhausen had been lying awake for the last hour. Were he in his own bed, Danhausen would have tossed and turned restlessly, looked at his phone, watched a few tiktoks or listened to music until sleep overtook him once more. But he dare not wake his Master. So instead Danhausen had crept out of bed in the dark, dressed quickly - Master had him sleep naked, of course - and left his collar behind on the armchair in the corner of the hotel room.

When Master woke up he would wonder where Danhausen had gone, would perhaps punish him, but Danhausen would have been in much more trouble had he woken Master.

Danhausen crept through the carpeted halls of the hotel now, a long walk down the corridor to the elevator. He was dressed rather oddly compared to his usual vampiric attire. He was planning on going to the hotel gym, so he wore a simple pair of black track pants and the only clean t-shirt he could find. A white one, unfortunately.

Danhausen still wore his facepaint, of course, touching it up in the dark since he had not washed it off the night before. Master liked him better with it on. My little ghoul, he would say affectionately.

Danhausen checked his watch. Four a.m. as he approached the elevator. He pressed the down button and wrung his hands as he awaited its arrival. Suddenly, in his peripheral vision, Danhausen spotted a figure approaching. He hadn’t heard any footfalls and so Danhausen jumped in the air, turning to see who it was.

Ah, he thought grimly as a familiar bedhead and jawline came into focus. Normally, seeing Hook sent Danhausen’s stomach aflutter with excitement, but at this early hour (and given Danhausen’s current, unusually heightened state of anxiety) he was the last person Danhausen wanted to see.

The younger man had an amused look on his face, seemingly pleased with himself from scaring Danhausen so much. Danhausen scowled at Hook.

“What are you doing up so early?” Danhausen asked.

Danhausen could have already figured out the answer for himself. Looking Hook up and down he saw that Hook was wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts, trainers and a plain t-shirt. He was likely heading to the same place Danhausen was.

“Gym,” Hook grunted simply, “You coming?”

Hook raised his eyebrows at Danhausen, smug smirk still planted on his face. Danhausen thought he might like to kiss that expression away, but no- he must not allow himself to think like that.

The elevator dinged just in time to save Danhausen from his impure thoughts and Hook stepped in casually. Danhausen followed and pushed the button for the second floor gym, hands returning to their natural state clasped in front of him. He stood beside Hook in the elevator, who leaned against the handrail lazily. Danhausen hunched slightly, shoulders tense.

“You know,” Danhausen said quickly as it dawned on him how this must look, “Danhausen was already going to the gym before he saw Hook.”

Hook looked at Danhausen incredulously. “Sure,” he drawled.

At the gym things didn’t get any easier for Danhausen, whose thoughts were getting the best of him. Unfortunately these were the thoughts that had kept him up all night; the very thoughts he had come here to sweat out like an exorcism.

Danhausen decided that he must not work out too close to Hook. The gym was a large place and they were the only two souls wandering it at this early hour, so Danhausen found the weights and began to work on his upper body, while Hook started with what appeared to be some light cardio. Danhausen tried not to watch, instead watching his own form intently in the mirrors.

After a while Hook crossed the gym floor and found Danhausen again. Danhausen’s eyes were drawn to him as he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow, but he must not let himself look. He took some heavier weights off the rack and began to focus intently on what he was doing, hoping that if he pushed his body far enough his brain would not have enough power left to think about Hook.

Stupid Hook with his pretty smile and his stupid sexy body. And he was even uncursable! Danhausen couldn’t stand him, but he also found himself obsessed. How had Hook become immune to Danhausen’s curses? And how had Mister Taz birthed such a beautiful man? It defied logic.

When Danhausen had completed his set, he racked the weights and took a moment to rest, breathing heavily.

“You’re stronger than you look,” Hook drawled.

Not strong enough of mind, Danhausen thought in reply.

Danhausen had to look at the man now that he had addressed Danhausen. He found Hook standing exactly where he had stopped when he first walked over. Seemingly he had just stood in one spot and watched Danhausen do his entire set. Very strange behaviour.

“Danhausen is as strong as Danhausen needs to be,” he eventually replied.

Hook looked unimpressed.

“Come spot me,” he said, walking towards a weight bench.

Danhausen’s greatest weakness was that he loved to be told what to do. Master often took advantage of that fact and it seemed that now Hook had discovered this trick too. Danhausen trailed after Hook with a sigh.

Of course Hook decided to take off his shirt while he lifted his weights, and of course Danhausen had to stand over him to spot for him, so now Danhausen was left with the unenviable task of keeping his erection in check while his crotch was less than a foot away from Hook’s pretty face.

Thankfully Danhausen didn’t have much of a dominant side, so he wasn’t thinking about throat-fucking Hook’s pretty mouth. No, certainly not. But perhaps he was considering how that would play out were their positions reversed.

Danhausen licked his lips and clenched his hands tighter in front of him. Hook was nearing the end of his set and his face was screwed up in concentration, his muscles beginning to shine from the sweat that covered his body. Danhausen should like to lick it off.

So distracted by thoughts of licking his younger friend was he, that he nearly forgot to help Hook rack the weights. He reached his hands out and grabbed the barbell hurriedly, muttering his apologies as he did.

Hook sat up on the bench, using his discarded t-shirt to wipe his sweaty body. Danhausen should like to wear that shirt, he thought.

“It’s cool, man,” Hook said easily, shooting Danhausen a look that appeared quite sincere.

It caught Danhausen off-guard to see Hook displaying kindness towards him, and Danhausen was glad for his facepaint as he felt his cheeks becoming flushed. He didn’t think Hook could tell, but from the younger man’s facial expression he appeared to know something was up.

Hook sat on the weight bench for a long time looking at Danhausen. His eyebrows knotted together like he was trying to solve a difficult puzzle, and Danhausen was too flustered to think of a way out of the situation. So instead he just watched Hook’s breathing slowly level out by the rise and fall of his chest, letting the other man dictate the pace of this strange encounter.

Eventually Hook stood up and rounded the weight bench. Danhausen stumbled backwards, concerned that the sudden fire behind Hook’s eyes meant Danhausen was about to get hit (though some part of Danhausen wondered if he would mind Hook’s hands on him, even in such a violent fashion). Hook came up close to him, lips pursed in concentration.

Hook stared Danhausen down for a long minute, raking his eyes over Danhausen’s face. Finally he spoke, startling Danhausen.

“You wanna go get some coffee?”

**

Danhausen sat in a cafe across from the hotel, now dressed in his more typical attire. However instead of his wrestling tights he wore a pair of plain black jeans. He had one leg crossed over the other and his chin on his hand, staring out the window and contemplating a memory that had come to him from last week.

Hook sat across from him but was currently staring into his phone. They had chatted back and forth for a while (as much as you could chat with Hook) and had ended up in a comfortable silence.

Danhausen was watching people enter and exit the lobby of the hotel across the street, but he had not yet seen many familiar faces. It was only six-thirty, so Danhausen didn’t expect to yet.

He was thinking back to a conversation Jon Moxley had had with his Master a week ago, and about the feelings it had brought up for Danhausen. Moxley had been concerned that his lover, Eddie Kingston, was upset with him. It seemed that Kingston didn’t like all the time Moxley had been spending with Bryan Danielson of late. Master had suggested that Kingston might be jealous, but Danhausen didn’t believe in jealousy. Certainly Danhausen had not been jealous when Master had taken a shine to Wheeler Yuta; he had simply wanted for a little more affection in the early days of Master’s relationship with Yuta.

Did that mean that Danhausen was allowed to see others too, he wondered? He looked back to Hook for a moment but put the thought out of his head, reaching for his coffee mug. He took a sip with his eyes back on the street outside, while Hook took a sip from his as he absently scrolled on his phone.

Danhausen liked to see Hook like this; comfortable. There was a strange intimacy to the moment that Danhausen felt low in his belly. He liked the things that his body did when he was around Hook; it was so different to how he felt around Master. Over the years Master had broken Danhausen down to his barest components; flesh and bones that Master had carefully kneaded back together, formed like a clay vase. Hook wasn’t asking to have Danhausen in that way. He didn’t want to make Danhausen into something, he wanted Danhausen to become something.

Danhausen thought of Yuta, the man that Master was shaping him into by way of Jon Moxley. It was a beautiful process, one that Danhausen loved to watch unfold because it reminded him of his own journey. But there was something in the challenge that Hook presented, and Danhausen wanted that as well.

Master was AEW; a stable income and a predictable schedule that allowed Danhausen to focus on his craft without worrying where his next paycheck would come from. Hook was the independent circuit; a life of uncertainty and brilliance in the most unexpected of places. In AEW stars were built through strong booking and storylines that paid off over months. On the indies, Danhausen had been made purely by chance; a series of unexpectedly good - and seemingly random - matches that had showed the world what Danhausen was capable of.

Independent wrestling promotions vs large-scale wrestling companies was a debate that would rage on long after Danhausen was retired, but Danhausen was smarter than most of the people having that debate. Danhausen knew that both were beautiful, and he had certainly needed both in his life to become this version of himself.

Perhaps Jon Moxley needed both Kingston and Danielson then, Danhausen decided. So his advice had been good. No wonder Master had been pleased.

As if on cue his Master appeared through the lobby doors then, long brown overcoat flapping gently in the breeze. It looked like a cape, something Danhausen always liked about his Master's attire. His floppy hair blew in the breeze too, and Danhausen allowed himself a small smile.

Trailing behind his well-dressed Master was Wheeler Yuta, perhaps accompanying him this morning because Danhausen had not been there when he awoke. Danhausen’s sleepless night seemed so far away from him now that he could not imagine his Master being angry at him.

Master and Yuta crossed the street and Danhausen realised that they were headed towards the same cafe that Danhausen was sat inside with Hook. They walked past the other side of the window and Yuta waved warmly at Danhausen, who waved back. Master looked at Danhausen. He did not smile but his eyes seemed kind, so Danhausen knew there would be no punishment today.

Hook had looked up from his phone now and was staring pointedly through the glass at Master. Danhausen was unsure what was meant by the look, but he felt a sinking feeling in his gut.

“Should I go?” Hook asked Danhausen unkindly.

Danhausen felt conflicted. On one hand, he did not want Hook to go - ever. But on the other, he did not like Hook’s hostility towards his Master. Danhausen felt strongly for Hook, but his loyalty to his Master was even stronger.

Danhausen shrugged tightly as his Master and Yuta entered the cafe. “Hook will go when Hook wants to go.”

Hook seemed to make a move to leave, putting his phone in his pocket. But before he could, Master was clasping the younger man’s shoulder and boxing him in at their booth seat, with Yuta taking up the spot next to Danhausen.

Danhausen nodded gently at his Master and then resumed his looking out the window. Seeing Hook and his Master side by side was too much for Danhausen; he felt as though his heart might stop at any moment. Was he afraid that the two would have a confrontation, or was he imagining what it would be like to have both of their hands on him at once?

Danhausen remembered then that Yuta had a different lover before Master; Chuck Taylor had once laid claim to young Wheeler before he had defected to the Blackpool Comat Club. Taylor had told Danhausen this himself the night Yuta had painted the letters B-C-C onto his chest in blood, explaining that he hoped Yuta’s tenure in the Blackpool Combat Club would be similar to Danhausen’s own; that he would still be best friends with the Best Friends.

From the rumours Danhausen had heard, it seemed that so far this had been true. That Yuta was free to return to his old flame Chuck Taylor as he pleased, as long as it did not interfere with his pre-existing arrangements with Master. Danhausen wondered if this could be the case for him too, but he dare not ask.

“Beautiful view today,” Master remarked cheerfully, but when Danhausen stole a glance at him, Master’s view was of his two pets sat across the table, not of what lay outside the window.

The waitress came then and Master ordered on behalf of himself and Yuta. He also ordered another coffee each for Danhausen and Hook; his way of saying that he planned on both of them staying for the duration of this breakfast date. Master knew Danhausen’s coffee order but asked Hook for his. Black, Danhausen answered in his head just as Hook answered the same out loud.

Once the waitress left the vicinity, Master turned his attention to Hook, laying one arm casually over the back of the booth seat they shared. The movement sparked something in Danhausen, perhaps because the gesture was the same one Master used to invite Danhausen to cuddle in his drawing room in the evenings.

Tension must have been evident in Danhausen’s body, because Yuta’s hand found his under the table and gave him a firm squeeze. Danhausen squeezed back, hoping this would suffice as a thank you.

“How is Mister Taz?” Master asked Hook warmly, fixing him with a smile that Danhausen was unsure was genuine.

“Good,” Hook grunted unhelpfully.

Danhausen knew that this was the type of unhelpful response that would get Danhausen (or Yuta) in trouble with Master. But Master just continued to smile at Hook.

If Hook was uncomfortable with Master’s sickly sweet smile he didn’t show it, holding his cool pose and appearing the epitome of unbothered. Danhausen wished he could maintain that type of composure around Master, but had that smile been fixed on Danhausen he would have been weak at the knees. Perhaps Yuta was having a similar thought, because he was staring wide-eyed at Hook.

Master continued to insist upon making small talk until their food arrived, the topics of conversation becoming increasingly difficult to bear. By the time their food arrived Danhausen was nearly vibrating from his discomfort, feeling as though he might explode. Perhaps it was the single question that kept swirling around in his head, the one he so desperately wanted to ask. Am I allowed? If he did not get some reprieve soon, he may just blurt it out at the table.

Their food arrived just as Master asked, “So what did you two get up to this morning?” with a mischievous smile on his face that nearly sent Danhausen into conniptions.

Impossibly, Hook chose this precise moment to smirk and this precise question to answer with more than a grunt.

“Went to the gym,” Hook replied, for the first time giving Master more than a one-word answer.

Hook looked over towards Danhausen, smirk still firmly in place, as if to imply that something untoward had happened during their morning gym session. Perhaps it had, Danhausen thought looking back on it.

“Ah,” Master said smoothly as ever, innuendo thick in his voice, “So did we.”

Master had ordered a sweet pastry with his eggs benedict breakfast and he pulled the small dessert plate that held it across the table loudly. Taking his knife, Master cut into the pastry down the middle. He took one piece for himself and then pushed the plate pointedly with one finger over towards Hook.

Master bit into the pastry, a thin dusting of powdered sugar coating his lips, which he licked away.

“Care to share, Mister Hook?” Master dared.

[youngbuckisms]

AEW Monster AU

Just some fun little headcanons I had about the AEW roster and what creature/monster they would be. I feel like everyone does the high school/college AUs, so I wanted to try something different! Feel free to add on if you’d like or send me something in my asks!

Darby Allin

— Siren

— he only takes on a mermaid like appearance in bodies of water, but can still use his voice to lure people his way

— is often seen as a ‘villainous’ monster, which makes him insecure to use his abilities at times if he knows he’s around people

MJF

— vampire

— he will correct you on any misinformation you may have heard about vampires and gets very snippy when you say something wrong/offensive

— he doesn’t consume human blood without consent, only pigs blood

Hook

— shapeshifter

— whenever he doesn’t want to be noticed or talked to, he switches to another form to not be bothered

— sometimes he messes with people by implying that his ‘normal’ form isn’t even his real one

Danhausen

— satyr

— whenever he gets scared, he holds onto his horns and crouches down a little

— his ears twitch when you’re speaking to him and he is giving you his full attention

Ruby Soho

— kitsune

— because she is a fox spirit, a shadow of her tail can appear on the wall despite her taking on a human appearance

— she is rather sneaky as well, so don’t let her sweet smile fool you

Britt Baker

— kelpie

— she is most comfortable in water and will never pass up an opportunity to go swim

— unlike sirens and mermaids, she can choose to shape shift in water and will constantly brag about that fact

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liveblog containment post for aew rampage 5/27/22

i was out and about for lunch when it was live and then took a big nap

matt sydal vs bryan danielson! cool wrestlers alert dang matt sydal's gear looks good. nice outfit. its got a good balance of negative space. great design. note to self: insert pic later

see look! its good

ok that bit with danielson on his knees? yoooo

also? im glad sydal's hair isnt wet. im going to have to send an important update about this to my friend who is a lapsed wrestlefan man i never understand how sydal can do a standing backflip and then end up facing the way he faces at the end of it. acrobat heck yes!!! flip onto your feet!!! oh shit!!! the jumping roundhouse kick thing into getting caught into flipping danielson down?? heck yes me watching matt sydal and bryan danielson standing on top of the ring corner: gay sex is so complicated reverse powerbomb :O cool match but also rip

ooooo danhausen and hook recap promo

what the, what are the hardy boyz doing here LMFAO OH MY GOD? GANGREL??? OH MY GOD THE MATT FACTS? THE OVERLAY???? INCREDIBLE good shade being thrown omg??? not gangrel!!! he doesn't deserve this violence!!!!!!! yay the hardy boyz are here cutler the bump boy ok i really hope gangrel was talking to the hardy boyz like "oh i thought they were you. i got confused"

theyre adding MORE matches to the ppv? now we got darby vs kyle o'reilly on there??? theres a billion matches already!! oh i remember something about there being a big sports game going on on sunday and tony khan not wanting to start the main event until that ends... i guess itd be easier to choose to run that match or not run the match depending on how the schedule is looking than tell everyone to dynamically adjust their match durations

max caster vs dante martin! omg caster u cant say that about darius!!! rude!!!! nooooo that isnt your job aaaa boo the gunn boys LMAO they totally missed that shot-- whoever is in charge of switchin' cameras mustve been mid-sneeze or somethin glad they had the instant replay set up tho what a sick move by dante dude im always surprised at how big max caster is. every time what is it about him that makes his size deceiving... does he just not hold himself like a big guy? is his head too big proportionally to the rest of his body? does he just have short and stout legs unlike most tall guys who are, like, 75% leg??? what IS it he lost and my friend yelled in anger. sorry your boy cant win matches on tv. welcome to my world

samoa joe vs adam cole promo I Do Not Want Adam Cole To Win This least controversial opinion ever, probably. but still

DAN LAMBERT ALERT 😑😣 oh look scorpio sky got his lakers belt oh looks like they didnt forget about the second tnt belt ... yeah sure have disrespectful sloppy sex on all the championship belts. hate this i think kazarian being exasperated with them is funny but it can't make up for the rest of this

ruby vs statlander promo! look-- i dont think statlander, who was a sudden emergency replacement for the tournament, is going to win this. even though she should. she really should get something, because she rules. this promo almost convinces me that she could have a chance of winning this match though also?? ALL your friends betraying-- statlander the best friends never betrayed you. wh-- why. first youre not an alien and now this. if i didnt see chuck wearing his aloha walter shirt on tv i would think they were trying to retcon the best friends from television existence. im not going to turn into a catastrophizing wrestlefan but what about my favorite stable HUH? WHAT ABOUT THEM

THAT SCORPIO SKY TAG IS ON THE PPV TOO?????? ARE THERE THIRTEEN MATCHES ON THIS NOW OR WHAT

struggling to appreciate this ruby vs kris match because im still worked up about gimmicks where are the goofball women. where are they. where are the joshis why they are not around. jade is a mean buff strong lady, must we have two mean buff strong ladies and zero goofballs? bring back the joshis whoa-- are they really gonna make statlander win this? no they-- no they wouldn't design the tournament to be won by an emergency replacement ok there it is jesus the boos. like yeah i agree but still damn they should not have put statlander here in a bit part to lose, shes too popular. but like, i guess they kinda got caught between a rock and a hard place, because its like "oh we have an open spot here that we need to fill immediately-- who is available? who is good? who is popular?" and statlander checks all those boxes. but maybe they have other plans for her? like, if they want her to go and get jade's title or thunder rosa's title later, they would want to diversify their title allocation across different wrestlers right? so... patience? i dunno. i feel like kris statlander has such a bad run of luck because like, man. that velvet/hirsch/statlander feud never gettin an ending or resolution...

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a follow-up of sorts to that angsty junglehook bestie-break-up fic, in case it was TOO MUCH PAIN for you (i respect this, because it was for me, too lol)

His apartment is quiet, save for the television steadily going through infomercials. He should have turned it off hours ago, and didn’t. Now, he’s too focused on his phone to give much care as to what’s playing in the background. None of it really matters, anyway.

Danhausen’s shoulder aches. He frowns, rubbing at it. He opens up the message thread that dropped off in September. It’s not the first time he’s done this. In fact, he used to do this daily, and then weekly, and each time, he lacked any idea of what he ought to say. Now, though, things feel different.

He types, do you understand how it feels now? Deletes: too harsh.

Types, Hook never should have trusted Jumping Jungle Jerry anyway. Deletes: too blunt.

Danhausen chews on his thumb. Part of him doesn’t want to text, an ugly part of him he doesn’t like. That would be deserved, wouldn’t it? The texts had gone so very, very cold with no warning, and Danhausen had been left to pick up the pieces. He ought to walk away. This, they might say, is a taste of one’s own medicine.

But something in his chest stings. He doesn’t like that option. He’s not built for that level of bitterness, that quantity of spite. Not for this; not for Hook. Not for the only person who ever really burrowed down deep beneath Danhausen’s skin and stayed there, long after he’d disappeared.

He types, If you want, Danhausen can call you. Deletes: too kind.

He is aware that this moment will be a chain reaction. What he does now will set the tone for weeks and months to come. If he ignores it, then life will continue on as it has been for nearly a year. Danhausen has made it this long, hasn’t he? Why should the future be any different?

But he’s also aware that this could fundamentally change the trajectory of his future. If he chooses to be the bigger person here, now, he stands to gain everything.

An olive branch, then; something just long enough to be grabbed, only if the other wishes to.

Danhausen types, Are you okay?

Hits send.

++

His room is quiet. Thank fuck for that, honestly, because his head is throbbing. Fucking Jericho and the fucking metal steps, and now he’ll be nursing a headache for who knows how long. At least he won’t need stitches, though bleeding all over the floor was never part of his plan for the evening.

Darby sits on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He probably ought to go to sleep. Toronto is kind of a shit show. But he’s stuck with his phone in his hand, contact pulled up - the number he’s not even ever used, but still has, just because.

He should have seen this coming. Everyone should have seen this coming.

He types, you stupid son of a bitch you let MJF get in your head. Fuck, that’s too harsh: deleted.

Tries, congrats on destroying everything you had going for you. Fuck, that’s way too harsh: deleted.

He doesn’t know how to send a message like this. He doesn’t even know why he’s trying, except that he does, and he hates it. He hates that he gets it. He hates that he was the only one MJF didn’t bother trying to manipulate, for whatever reason, but that Jack was too trusting to immediately disregard everything the man said. He hates that Jack, living primarily on self-doubt, fell prey to MJF finding the most vulnerable part of him and pressing down on the bruise.

And Darby gets it, gets the fear of being alone. He’s got a countdown going until it’s his turn. Might not look the same, but all roads end up at the same spot.

He types, i know this isn’t really who you are but what you’ve learned. Oh hell no, that’s giving away far too much: deleted, with speed.

Why did he end up being the only one left standing, at the end? How have the pillars fallen like dominos? Shit, he’s the worst sort to use as a role model, too.

Finally, in the absence of anything else, Darby writes: Are you okay?

Maybe Jack will answer. Maybe he won’t. But at least Darby can say he tried.

He sends it.

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Prompt - "I haven't exactly done this before."

(ANON I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE HERE FOR BUT I HOPE IT WAS THIS AND ALSO I HOPE YOU AREN'T TAZ, LMAO; nsfw, under the cut)

Hook's hands still after he slides down, knees hitting the carpet. His fingers tremble ever so slightly along Danhausen's waist, a whisper along the bare skin there. His eyes flicker up, half-hidden beneath the tangles of his hair, and oh, if that isn't enough to curl Danhausen's toes in his boots. He can't believe he's been given this, honestly; can't believe that he was chosen to end up here, on the receiving end of such a gift.

"What is it?" Danhausen asks, a little out of breath; he cords his hands through Hook's unruly strands in a move that he hopes is allowed, hopes is acceptable. He wants to touch Hook. He wants to feel him.

Hook's mouth quirks to the side when he huffs out a self-conscious laugh. "I, uh, haven't exactly done this before."

That stills Danhausen's hands from their ministrations. He freezes. "What?"

"Um." Hook runs his tongue over his lip, red and swollen from Danhausen's attentions earlier. Hook had tasted like salt, tiny remnants that burst along Danhausen's tongue from the fries they'd shared. "Is that...is that okay?"

"Hook doesn't have to," Danhausen tries, thoughts racing to catch up. "Danhausen doesn't—"

"No, I want to," Hook says. His grip on Danhausen's hips tightens. He's nervous; he doesn't have a lot of tells, but Danhausen has started to pick them out, notice the way they slink onto his motions. He rarely sees Hook nervous. To think he is the reason for the emotion breaking free and rattling in Hook's limbs is, frankly, overwhelming.

"I want to," Hook repeats, softer. Almost a whisper, almost reverent; Danhausen is struck all over again: why me? Of all people to choose, of all the possibilities, and Danhausen is the one here with him, looking down at how blown his pupils are, how wet his lips are, how eager his eyes are shining. Maybe Danhausen will never get quite this lucky again. Maybe this is the peak, the high he'll end up chasing the rest of his life.

Hook keeps their gazes locked, a dusting of pink along his cheeks. He slides his tongue out across his lip, dipping into the corner, and Danhausen tracks the movements unconscious, abdomen clenching. "Just, uh, give me some direction?"

"Okay," Danhausen promises. His hands are already fisted in Hook's hair: that will serve.

Hook smiles, languid and sharp and excited, hovering at the edge of the same anticipation. And then he leans in, brushing his mouth to the tip of Danhausen's cock enough to drag a groan out of Danhausen's throat, teasing with his tongue in slow circles, experimental, learning the lay of the land. It never even matters that he ends up almost gagging himself a few times, that he has to pull off a few times to cork his jaw around to avoiding locking it, that he chokes when Danhausen comes because he wasn't entirely ready for it—it's the best head Danhausen has ever gotten in his life.

And Danhausen pays it back in spades once he's come back down, gets Hook's heels kicking against the sheets of the hotel mattress, wrenches delicious moans out of Hook's lungs and swallows him down into the same hazy, giddy release, marveling the entire time that he's been chosen to be the one to know the keening whines and the needy hands and the stuttering muscles when there are so many others who would kill for the same opportunity.

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ALL OF THEM jk jk 1,19, and 29

How many words have you written this year?

Jesus Christ oh my god I don't want this number. Hold on, I have to go.... get a calculator LOL. 189,628 not counting Tumblr fics. 50k in the past month alone, YIKES lol

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Oh god eventually someone is going to get me to write the Hook/Danhausen/Orange Cassidy VERY INAPPROPRIATE IDEAS that are fluttering around my head, so I'd say it's probably something in which writing will require me to go into witness protection or something. WOOHOO.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

CAN I EVEN CHOOSE, OH MY GOD. Okay, a few that I went back and found and loved:

"...kissing him back like the very world depends on it.

It could: Glenn has seen smaller things move mountains."

(I knew where I was going with that fic, and writing that line made me hate myself and cry a little LOL)

""Marle, I think El Nido is a Black Omen. It's a split in the timeline. And we're the only people who know it didn't use to be there.""

(I am SO PROUD of the way I wove Cross into the Trigger world in that fic, and this one I am BEYOND proud of working into the mechanics.)

“Danhausen got a call,” he replies, slowly. “From Ricky Starks.”

(Outsider POV is such a HUGE favorite of mine, and the fact that I got to work in hurt/comfort with a "person knew exactly who to call to get the door open" DELIGHTED me.)

"There's someone out there who fits perfectly into all the hollow crevices of his soul, only Hook doesn't know who they are. Has skated across meeting them and left behind the ghost of possibility that echoes in his ears."

(idk why but I really loved the way these lines turned out.)