#hookhausen's chips

[hookhausenschips]

Masterpiece (Songfic Mini Series)

Word Count: 1,262

Summary: Tyler comes to terms with his mistakes. Can he be forgiven?

Warnings: very sad, groveling, illusion to cheating

Masterlist

song: Masterpiece by Motionless In White

Hook taglist: @shawtys-things, @gethooked, @hope4more, @redpool, @lovethathookhausen730, @dgcrimson-garcia, @brideofinfamy, @boneyjones7777, @saramusazzi99

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A/N: this is my interpretation of the song!

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Third Person POV

All the stupid lies and the stupid games

Left a vacancy in this picture frame

A prisoner by my own hands

'Cause if I can't have me, then no one can

The rain fell relentlessly outside, matching the tumultuous storm brewing within Tyler's heart. He sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket. Memories of his infidelity haunted him, tormenting him with the pain he had caused his partner, Y/N.

As he stared at the empty space beside him, Tyler's mind replayed the events that had led to this moment. He had succumbed to temptation, seeking solace in the arms of another woman when he should have been cherishing the love he shared with Y/N. The guilt gnawed at his soul, consuming him from the inside out.

I need to heal what I inflict

But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it

As I play roulette with a broken gun

I confess these sins with a sharp and spiteful tongue

But now, as he sat in the silence of his remorse, Tyler knew that he couldn't undo the damage he had done. He couldn't erase the hurt in Y/N's eyes, the betrayal etched into her every glance. All he could do was try to make amends, to beg for her forgiveness, and pray that she would find it in her heart to give him another chance.

With a heavy sigh, Tyler reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed Y/N's number. Each ring felt like a countdown to his own reckoning, a reminder of the consequences of his actions.

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

"Hello?" Y/N's voice was distant, guarded.

"It's me," Tyler replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need to talk to you."

They sat in silence, the weight of their unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Hook could feel Y/N’s energy, filled with a mixture of anger, hurt, and disappointment. He knew he had caused her pain, and had shattered the trust between them with his careless actions.

The long pause on the other end of the line continued for a few more seconds, as if Y/N were debating whether or not to hang up. But finally, she spoke again, her voice tinged with bitterness. "What could you possibly have to say that would make any difference now?"

Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares

In a gallery where the walls lie bare

Tyler closed his eyes, his heart breaking at the sound of Y/N's pain. "I know I've hurt you, Y/N. I'm sorry," Tyler whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I know I've hurt you, and I don't expect you to forgive me. But I need you to know that I regret what I did more than anything."

Y/N remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. Tyler could sense the tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"I never meant to hurt you," Tyler continued, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I was selfish and foolish, and I let my own insecurities and fears drive me to do things I'm not proud of."

But he refused to give up hope. He refused to let his past mistakes define him, to let them destroy any chance he had of making things right with Y/N.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness," Tyler said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn it. I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I'm worthy of your love, that I'm capable of change."

As I modernize my antique ways

True colors can't escape the brush of fate

But his words felt hollow, meaningless in the face of the pain he had caused. Y/N had trusted him, had believed in their love, and he had betrayed her in the worst possible way.

The silence that followed was deafening, suffocating. Tyler held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response, praying for a glimmer of hope in the darkness of his own despair. 

As the moments stretched into eternity, Tyler could feel the weight of his guilt crushing him, suffocating him with its intensity. He wanted nothing more than to turn back time, to undo the mistakes he had made and erase the pain he had caused.

But he knew that was impossible. All he could do now was try to make amends, to find a way to rebuild the trust he had so callously destroyed.

"I don't know if I can ever trust you again, Tyler," Y/N finally said, her voice trembling with emotion, "You've broken my heart, shattered it into a million pieces. I don't know if it's even possible to put it back together again." 

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

On every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Tyler felt a pang of despair grip his heart, the realization of the depth of his betrayal hitting him like a tidal wave. He had destroyed the one thing that had meant everything to him and had pushed away the person he loved more than life itself.

The weight of her words are like a physical blow, each syllable driving home the magnitude of his betrayal. But he refused to give up hope, refused to let his own failures define him.

"I understand," Tyler replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "But please, Y/N... give me a chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust."

Illustrate all my pain

And set it all ablaze

Burn

And set it all ablaze

There was a long pause, during which Tyler held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, finally, Y/N spoke again, her voice softening ever so slightly.

"I need time, Tyler," she said. "I need to figure out if I can ever forgive you."

"I want to believe you, Tyler," she said softly. "But I don't know if I can ever trust you again. You've hurt me in ways I never thought possible."

Tyler nodded, even though Y/N couldn't see him. "Take all the time you need," he said. "I'll be here, waiting for you."

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece of my mistakes?

As he hung up the phone, Tyler felt a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of his own remorse. He knew that winning back Y/N's trust would be a long and arduous journey, filled with obstacles and setbacks. But he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right, to mend the bond he had broken with his own careless actions.

For in the end, Tyler knew that love was worth fighting for, even when the shadows of regret threatened to consume him whole. And as he stared out into the rain-soaked night, he vowed to himself that he would never again let his own weaknesses destroy the precious gift of Y/N's love.

And in the light of my demise

I see my failures in your eyes

Every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes

[homoeroticgrappling]

HAPPY DANHAUSEN RETURN/HOOKHAUSEN REUNION DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE 🎉 I'm having a pizza & chip watch party with my love (and making noise about it on socials so TK hopefully sees how much people Love That Danhausen) and got Perceived

[theworldofotps]

This is one of the cutest pictures I’ve seen

[saltymid]

by the request of my wife @skelorton who’s very excited that “danhausen is wearing hook’s pants”

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Feb 12 — Dreaming

Hookhausen

Hook keeps having a recurring dream.

He used to have them when he was younger — the usual ones of having his teeth fall out, of not being able to find a bathroom — but he hasn’t had them in years now.

But this one is different and the weirdest part is that it’s not even anything significant.

In the dream, he’s sitting somewhere hard and cold, maybe concrete stairs, and he’s staring off toward a view he doesn’t recognize. It’s outside, that much he’s sure about, but the temperature is pretty mild because he’s in shorts. There’s also someone with him. But no matter how many times he has the dream, he can never see their face. It’s just a blur of features that don’t look like anyone he knows.

The strangest part is how it makes him feel.

He feels happy. He feels comfortable, as though he’s sitting with an old friend and wants nothing more than to be there.

But the more he has the dream, the foggier it grows, until it feels as though he’s sitting inside a cloud with nothing around him. It’s like a forgotten memory.

“Hook!” a voice says, and Hook blinks away from his phone and looks up.

It’s Danhausen. And something tickles the back of his mind.

Hook frowns and Danhausen doesn’t seem deterred.

“Danhausen has brought Hook gifts.”

Hook is sitting somewhere hard and cold, some concrete stairs.

“Danhausen heard that Hook likes chips, so he has brought some for his good friend.”

Hook glances around and Danhausen flaps a hand at him.

“Hook is the good friend,” he clarifies and Hook lets the corner of his mouth curl up.

The view behind Danhausen seems familiar, but not in the sense that he’s been there before in person. It’s as though he recognizes it from a photo he’s seen before.

Danhausen grunts and sits beside Hook, his bags of chips crinkling as he jostles them about.

“Hook must try these,” he says, opening the first bag, and Hook suddenly realizes where he is.

He’s in his dream. The one he hasn’t had for a few weeks. Except that he’s awake now. It’s no longer just a dream.

He blinks at Danhausen, who stares back at him, shaking the bag of chips, waiting for him to take one.

“Hook must eat one to decide if he likes it,” Danhausen insists and Hook finally reaches out.

“Have we — ” Hook starts and then stops, and Danhausen tilts his head slightly.

“Eat the chip,” Danhausen tells him and Hook stares down at the chip he has pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

He figures it wouldn’t be entirely surprising if Danhausen had found a way into his dreams, but it doesn’t explain the comforting way that dream had made him feel. Danhausen shouldn’t do that.

But then again, Danhausen is the one who picked out chips for him, who seems eager to see what Hook thinks of said chips, who has shown up when Hook was hungry and tired and in need of a little pick-me-up.

Hook puts the chip in his mouth and chews and when Danhausen continues staring, he nods in approval.

“Good, yes?” Danhausen asks and Hook nods again.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

“Danhausen knew Hook would like this. Danhausen is glad Hook got his message.”

Hook’s gaze snaps up and Danhausen smiles.

[maddy-madeleine]

Because y'know, now that they're a tag team, maybe Danhausen could make a nice makeup on Hook's face to match his very nice, very evil demonic wickedness(?). "Picture taken one (1) second before disaster."

[kittenofdoom]

Vloghausen ~ Live Laugh Love That Danhausen

[franinconverse]

You could totally see Hook’s heart melt a little when he picked up those chips. Danhausen just wants to be your friend Hook! Let him be your friend!

[hookhausenschips]

Burning Rubber

Twelve

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3,412

Summary: Lando and Azha go through even more drama which leads to the ultimate decision for their relationship.

Warnings: Lando is a fucking idiot, stubbornness, emotional cheating?, yeahhh

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A/N: Happy Wednesday, We're back baby!

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Azha’s POV

“No Erica, I don't want a new trainer. Chase has been with me since day one.” I said as I sat on my private jet heading to Vegas from Munich. I heard her sigh over the phone, “Azha, you have to have another one.” She tried to argue as I shook my head. “No. I don’t. If they’re so adamant about it they can find a new driver for the season.” I spoke before hanging up, I’m sure Kiara was the one to call her.

Erica was my “brand” manager so whatever brands sponsor me or anything that has to do with publicity from a professional standpoint, she’s the one in charge of that aspect while Kiara is my personal manager. “She’s only trying to help,” Liana whispered as she looked up from her book. I groaned, “I’m over it. How much longer until we’re landed?” I was thankful my sister flew out when I called her mid-breakdown about Lando and the whole situation. I was close to losing my mind. “20 minutes tops,” she replied before going back to her book. He continued to blow up my phone but I couldn’t bring myself to answer, I was emotionally exhausted from it. I mean fans know the truth already so why is it such an issue to show our love freely, who fucking cares what other people think about it, It’s our relationship, not theirs or so I thought.

Ah, Vegas let’s make better memories because last time was such shit. “There she is!” I heard as Liana and I deboarded from the plane. I grinned seeing my brothers and I then dropped my luggage running then jumping into their arms. “Damn, that was the force of a linebacker.” Jirani groaned. I laughed, “I missed you guys.” But before they could reply Liana spoke up beside us, “Alright enough, I’m starving for some real food you guys can catch up later.” The three of us looked at each other as she climbed into the SUV. “Man, she is your clone with that attitude.” Ja Khel spoke as we all climbed in after putting the luggage in the trunk. My soul felt a little lighter being with them after the time I just had.

Later that evening

“She’s beautiful.” I gasped as my brother showed me the new wrap on my car. It was a gray with an iridescent butterfly. Not too much but also not too little, perfect in my eyes. “Had a feeling you would like it. Wanna show it off at the local pit meet?” Ja Khel asked as I turned to look at him. “Do you even have to ask?” I replied but before I could get to my car he stopped me, “You know just because you’re going through a tough time doesn’t mean you have no one to talk to alright? I know how you are, don’t let this eat at your head. There’s nothing you did wrong for life to go this way, it’s just a part of the path.” He then hugged me before going to his car. I sniffled, dumbass I don’t cry over no guy why would you do that right now I thought to myself as I started my car and followed him to the meet. Maybe I wasn’t ready for another relationship like I had thought.

Arriving at the meet felt like I was home. The atmosphere and energy plus the smell of burnt rubber rising from the asphalt. I felt at peace amongst the storm of emotions happening in my head. I pulled up next to my brothers and parked next to them. I noticed they were both talking to someone so to bide my time I decided to check my face in the mirror. Thank whatever makeup god for tubing mascara I thought to myself as I touched up my face. Getting out I was greeted by the sound of loud engines and tires skidding against the pavement. I walked to my brothers but froze when I realized who they were talking to, Sterling and Jelani. 

I could feel my heart rate skyrocket as I started to look around to see if Nova and Sariyah were near. “They’re not here, you don’t have to worry. We haven’t seen them in a long time.” I heard a voice speak up to my right. I turned and it was Sterling. I smiled weakly and nodded, “Hey Star.” I whispered. “Hey Skye long time no see.” He greeted me. 

I felt awkward considering I had left the group with really no explanation and cut contact even though there was no issue with the guys. As if reading my thoughts he placed a hand on my shoulder, “We get it, you wanted to separate from the negativity in your life so with that you had moved on to bigger things. We’re not mad at you about it, we would’ve done the same. Get out of that head of yours, we’ll always be family. Now come on I know Jelani and Zamari are going to be happy to see you again.” I nodded as he placed his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the small group. “Hey guys I found a straggler,” Sterling said as they turned to look at us. My eyes fell on both Jelani and then Zamari. After a bout of silence, Zamari tugged me into his arms, and my body relaxed. “Good to see you kid.” He spoke into my hair as I hugged him back. 

Then I was pulled into Jelani’s arms, “Don’t ever go that long without saying anything. Glad to see you’re doing good, Skye.” He whispered. I nodded and noticed as he pulled away that the necklace that held the ring that Sariyah gave him when they got engaged was missing. He chuckled lightly, “We broke up after your accident. I don’t care what happened between you guys that’s between women but almost killing you is something I won’t stand by.” 

I looked at him in confusion but he shook his head as if to say we’ll talk later. We all began to walk around looking at some of the cars and catching up on each other’s lives. As I sit in my car I think back to my conversation with Jelani. Did Nova and Sariyah have something to do with my accident? Why would they be that spiteful or that hateful enough to do that? Surely not. Sighing, I pulled my phone out and went to Instagram and just began to scroll aimlessly until I came across a post on a gossip page. I rolled my eyes seeing that it was a picture of me while I was in Bahrain. I won’t let this situation mess with my head. I locked my phone and decided to join the other cars in the pit driving around. Before entering through the gate Ja Khel secured the GoPro to my car so I could get some footage to post after I leave Vegas. I could hear the cheers from the crowd once I made it to the center of the pit. Shifting in my seat, I waited for the go-ahead to start. Muscle memory kicked in as I guided the thousand pounds of metal and carbon fiber around the small crowd. I was finally home.

Skip a couple of days

As I drove through the familiar streets of San Diego, the weight of unresolved emotions hung heavy in the air. As I rapped along to Nuketown by Ski Mask the lyrics of the music seemed to echo the chaos within my mind, drowning out the incessant buzzing of my phone with its relentless stream of messages. Lando's name flashed across the screen once again, but I couldn't bring myself to respond. Not now, not when my heart still felt raw from the tumultuous events that had unfolded in recent weeks. The pain was still fresh, the wounds still raw, as I navigated the winding roads of my own emotions. Today was the start of the F1 season in Bahrain, I wish things were different. 

Ria's text had been a stark reminder of the reality I faced. Lando's decision to prioritize Magui's feelings over mine had left me feeling betrayed and abandoned. But perhaps, in hindsight, I realized that I had placed too much weight on a relationship that had yet to fully bloom. Maybe I wasn't ready for that next step after all.

As I pulled up to a red light, I stole a glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror. The face that stared back at me seemed unfamiliar, a mask of stoicism masking the turmoil that churned beneath the surface. I couldn't afford to let my emotions consume me, not when there was still so much at stake.

With a heavy sigh, I refocused my attention on the road ahead, letting the music serve as a temporary distraction from the chaos within. But try as I might, I couldn't shake the lingering doubts that gnawed at the corners of my mind.

Hours passed, the sun dipping below the horizon as I continued to navigate the streets of San Diego. With each passing mile, the weight on my shoulders seemed to grow heavier, the burden of unresolved emotions threatening to engulf me.

As darkness descended upon the city, I found myself drawn to the familiar sights and sounds of the underground. It was here, amidst the roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber, that I felt most alive. Racing had always been my escape, a temporary reprieve from the chaos of the world around me.

Pulling into the dimly lit parking lot, I was greeted by the sight of familiar faces and the hum of excitement that filled the air. The pit meet was in full swing, a cacophony of revving engines and enthusiastic cheers echoing through the night.

Stepping out of my car, I was enveloped by the warmth of camaraderie as friends and fellow enthusiasts welcomed me back into their midst. For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to bask in the sense of belonging that washed over me, pushing aside the doubts and insecurities that threatened to consume me.

As I wandered through the crowd, I found myself drawn to the familiar faces of Sterling, Jelani, and Zamari. Their presence offered a sense of comfort amidst the chaos, a reminder that I was not alone in my struggles.

Sterling's reassuring words echoed in my mind, a gentle reminder that I was not defined by the actions of others. It was a sentiment that I clung to fiercely, a lifeline in the storm of uncertainty that raged within.

As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to the adrenaline-fueled rush of the racetrack, the thrill of competition offering a welcome distraction from the turmoil of my thoughts. Behind the wheel, I felt alive, the roar of the engine drowning out the doubts that plagued me.

With each lap, I pushed myself to the limit, channeling my frustration and anger into the raw power of the machine beneath me. In those fleeting moments, I was free, liberated from the constraints of my insecurities.

But as the night drew to a close and the adrenaline began to fade, I found myself once again confronting the harsh reality of my circumstances. The wounds of betrayal still lingered, a constant reminder of the pain that had brought me to this moment.

As I made my way back to my car, I was met with a sense of resignation, a weary acceptance of the challenges that lay ahead. But amidst the darkness, there flickered a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, I was capable of finding solace in the things that mattered most.

With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, I set out into the night, the echoes of the racetrack fading into the distance as I embarked on the next chapter of my journey. Though the road ahead may be fraught with uncertainty, I knew that with each passing mile, I would come one step closer to finding the peace and closure I so desperately sought.

Lando’s POV

As the sun shone over the bustling city of Sakhir, I found myself immersed in the frenetic energy of race day. The Bahrain Grand Prix loomed large on the horizon, a pivotal moment in the young driver's burgeoning career. But amidst the excitement and anticipation, my thoughts were consumed by the weight of unfinished business.

With the beginning of the F1 season already starting, I knew that I couldn't afford to let distractions derail my focus. Every minute spent dwelling on the past was a minute lost in the relentless pursuit of victory. And yet, try as I might, I couldn't shake the lingering guilt that gnawed at the corners of my mind.

As I made my way through the bustling paddock, my thoughts drifted back to Azha, the woman who had captured my heart in ways I never thought possible. Our relationship had been a whirlwind of passion and intensity, a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows that had left him reeling in its wake.

But amidst the chaos of my own emotions, I knew that I had made mistakes. My decision to prioritize Magui's feelings over Azha's had been a grave error in judgment, one that had cost him dearly. And yet, even now, as I grappled with the consequences of my actions, I couldn't shake the lingering hope that it wasn't too late to make amends.

With a heavy heart, I resolved to set things right, confront the demons of my past, and forge a path towards redemption. But first, I had a race to win.

As I climbed into the cockpit of my McLaren, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. The roar of the engine drowned out the doubts and insecurities that plagued him, replaced instead by a singular focus on the task at hand.

With a flick of the wrist, I ignited the engine, the deafening roar of horsepower echoing through the air. As I navigated the twists and turns of the circuit, every corner, every straightaway, brought him one step closer to victory.

But amidst the chaos of the race, I couldn't shake the image of Azha from my mind. Her absence loomed large, a constant reminder of the void that had been left in my heart. And yet, even as I pushed myself to the limit, I knew that winning the race would mean nothing if I couldn't find a way to win her back.

As the checkered flag waved and the cheers of the crowd echoed through the air, I stepped out of the cockpit and went to congratulate the young Ferrari driver, Ollie Bearmen, for his first race. But amidst the celebrations, my thoughts were consumed by one thing and one thing only: Azha.

With the race behind me and victory within my grasp, I knew that it was time to face the truth. I couldn't continue to ignore the pain I had caused, nor could I allow my ambitions to overshadow the importance of repairing the bond I had broken.

With a determined stride, I made my way to the paddock, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but I also knew that I was willing to do whatever it took to make things right. 

Third Person POV

As the news of Azha and Lando's breakup spread like wildfire across social media, the world watched with bated breath as two hearts collided and shattered into a million pieces. For Azha, the decision to end things had been agonizing, a painful realization that their love was no longer enough to overcome the obstacles that stood between them. And yet, even as she pressed send on the final text message, a part of her couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake.

Meanwhile, Lando found himself thrust into the spotlight once again as rumors swirled about his alleged rendezvous with Magui. The gossip pages spared no detail, their headlines painting a damning picture of betrayal and infidelity. And amidst the chaos, Azha's name was dragged into the fray, her pain laid bare for the world to see.

Unable to bear the weight of her emotions any longer, Azha took to social media to share her side of the story. In a heartfelt post, she bared her soul to the world, laying out the painful truth of their breakup for all to see. And yet, even as she poured her heart out in a public forum, a part of her couldn't help but wonder if Lando was doing the same.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Lando's post appeared on social media, his words a poignant reflection of the pain and regret that gnawed at his soul. In a heartfelt message addressed to Azha, he expressed his remorse for the mistakes he had made and his unwavering commitment to making things right. And yet, even as he hit send, a part of him couldn't help but wonder if Azha would ever forgive him.

As days turned into weeks, Azha and Lando found themselves locked in a delicate dance of longing and regret. Despite their best efforts to move on, their hearts remained tethered to one another, their love refusing to be extinguished by the passage of time.

For Azha, each passing day brought with it a new sense of clarity, a renewed understanding of the depth of her love for Lando. And yet, even as she yearned to reach out to him, to beg for a second chance, she couldn't shake the fear that history would repeat itself, that their love was doomed to fail.

Meanwhile, Lando found himself consumed by thoughts of Azha. Every corner of his mind was haunted by memories of their time together, each one a painful reminder of the love he had lost.

In the quiet moments between races, Lando found himself scrolling through old messages and photos, his heart heavy with regret. He replayed their conversations in his mind, searching for clues as to where it had all gone wrong. Had he been blind to her pain, deaf to her cries for help? He couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different if he had only been more attentive, more understanding.

But try as he might, Lando couldn't escape the gnawing feeling of remorse that consumed him. His mistakes weighed heavily on his soul, a burden that seemed too heavy to bear. He longed to reach out to Azha, to beg for her forgiveness, but he couldn't shake the fear of rejection that held him back.

And yet, even as he grappled with his demons, Lando couldn't help but hold on to a glimmer of hope. Deep down, he knew that his love for Azha was true, that no amount of time or distance could erase the bond they shared. And so, with each passing day, he vowed to do whatever it took to win her back, to prove to her that he was worthy of her love.

But as the F1 season pressed on, Lando found himself torn between his duty to his team and his longing for Azha. The demands of the racetrack left him little time to dwell on matters of the heart, and yet, even as he raced towards victory, his thoughts remained firmly fixed on the woman he had lost.

As he stood on the podium, bathed in the glow of success, Lando couldn't help but feel a pang of emptiness. The cheers of the crowd faded into the background as he found himself longing for the one voice he couldn't hear – Azha's. He knew that no amount of trophies or accolades could fill the void that she had left behind.

And so, as he embarked on the next leg of his journey, Lando vowed to keep Azha in his heart, to carry her memory with him wherever he went. For even in the darkest of moments, he knew that her love would be his guiding light, leading him back to the woman he couldn't bear to lose.

But amidst the chaos and the pain, there remained a glimmer of hope, a flicker of possibility that maybe, just maybe, their love was strong enough to overcome even the greatest of obstacles.

[fly-guys]

Hook 🗣️ fell 🗣️ first 🗣️

He fell in love first?! Do tell

[resylesy]

IT WAS A TRAINING MONTAGE 😭 

[piracypiranha]

I think the reason I'm so hyped for Hookhausen is because they really are the weird kid and the quiet kid becoming friends.

[smartycvnt]

Watching horror movies with HookHausen hc? please

Every so often, you find yourself in a horror movie mood, and so, you decided to ask Danhausen if he wanted to do a movie night

You had an outstanding date with Hook pretty much every week, so you decided to just merge these two things

Danhausen gets a wide variety of movies ready for the three of you to watch

He sends you to the store to buy chips, and Hook helps you carry it all back to the hotel

Hook cuddles up next to you on the couch while Danhausen sits on the floor like a kid watching their cartoons

He is excitedly rattling off factoids and little things about the movies that neither you nor Hook knew

Hook jumps a few times when you get to the more modern movies, and you pretend not to notice

Danhausen eventually joins the two of you on the couch, where the three of you fall asleep

You fall asleep first, followed by Danhausen, and then Hook

If Hook wakes you up in the middle of the night to check on you, you pretend that it's just because he wants to make sure you're not scared.

[5secondsofmoxley]

Here it is guys. The bits and pieces of the hook fan fiction I wrote in a note on my phone. Spacing is very weird because of that. Also, I’ve been on tumblr for 7 years and still haven’t learned how to post right so bare with me 😂 The story needs work and hopefully I’ll get to that at some point. Maybe once I learn how to indent on tumblr 😂

He stuck his hand in the bag, grabbing another chip, acting like his attention was on his phone. He couldn’t help but to keep drifting his eyes up across the room.

There she sat, laughing at John Silver filming a bit for BTE. God, she’s gorgeous, he thought to himself. But he could never bring himself to speak to her. And he had plenty of opportunity.

She’s one of the friendliest people there, hell maybe even the friendliest person he’d ever met. She could make a wall talk back to her. It doesn’t help that she’s also super funny. Anytime she walks by him, or anyone for that matter, she always smiles and sometimes says hello. She always says hi to him though. That he knows for sure.

He hadn’t realized he’d been staring at her, until her eyes caught his. His hand froze in the chip bag, not knowing what to do. She made it harder for him when she gave him a small smile and a wave. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and he just barely got his hand up in greeting. Managing to give her a smile back, he quickly looked away, wondering how long she’d caught him staring.

“Danhausen thinks you should go over there.” Hook jumped in surprise, looking to his left and finding Danhausen munching on the same chips he had been snacking on.

Furrowing his brows, he titled his head and asked, “how long have you been there?”

Danhausen glanced down at the chips, and back to hook. “Since your third time staring at her. You got two minutes in before she caught you.” Danhausen shoved another chip in his mouth.

Hook quickly snatched the bag away from Danhausen, giving him his infamous glare. He couldn’t stop his cheeks from blushing further. “I was not staring. And don’t touch my chips”

“Danhausen thinks hook’s crushhausen likes him back.” Hook’s head snapped up to his friend in interest.

“Really? You think.” Hook paused for a second. “She’s not my crushhausen. I don’t have a crush on her.”

Danhausen smirked at him. “Sure you don’t. Don’t worry, Danhausen will not tell anyone. Or try to curse her. Maybe she can join hookhausen. The fans seem to love her. She can bring us more of the monies.”

Hook rolled his eyes. “We’re not asking her to join our team.”

“Then maybe she can join Team Taz. Danhausen thinks they could use a femalehausen to dominate the roster.”

Crushing the now empty chip bag in his hand, he looked up to his painted friend. “So maybe I have a crush on her.” He sighed. “Which is why I cannot be on a team with her. I can barely say hi when we pass each other. How I would be around her everyday?”

Danhausen looked at Hook confused. “But you are around her everyday.”

“Not like that. It’s different seeing each other in passing versus actually having to work directly with each other.” He couldn’t help himself but to glance her way again. He was disappointed to find her walking away with the dark order. His heart sped up when he caught her glance over her shoulder at him. He just barely caught the smile on her face as she looked away quickly.

When he heard his friend chuckle, he turned his attention back to Danhausen.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad.” Danhausen laughed.

Hook rolled his eyes, standing up from his seat. “C’mon. We’ve got a segment to get ready for.”

✨shortly later✨

Hood over his head, he bounced on the balls of his feet, punching the air in front of him. He rolled his neck back and forth, trying to get in the zone to head out to the ring. But it was hard for him to focus with his friend going on and on about plans to get hook with his “crushhausen.”

“What if I did curse her?” Danhausen asked, rubbing his hand on his chin.

Hook looked over at his friend, confused at the suggestion. Sighing, he asked, “and why exactly would you curse her?”

“Well, Danhausen wouldn’t fully curse her. Because you would get in the middle and save her. Since I cannot curse you, you would be unaffected and effectively save her. Surely, that’s a good conversation starter.” Danhausen lit up the more he thought about it.

“Aren’t you guys friends?” Hook asked, pulling his earbuds out, fully focusing on his friend.

“Yes.”

Hook stared up at the ceiling for a moment, completely annoyed. “Why would you try to curse her then?”

Danhausen froze for a moment. “Danhausen can figure out an explanation. Maybe I wanted the monies. Or maybe she-“

“Stop.” Hook interrupted. “You’re not cursing her. Or attempting to. And you’re not meddling.”

Danhausen’s face dropped. “But don’t you want to be with her?”

Hook went silent for a moment. Obviously, he thought to himself. But fearing the rejection he was sure he’d get, he figured he’d just settle for admiring her from afar. Before he could reply, a production team member came up to them.

“You guys are on in five. TK needs you at the tunnels.”

Squaring his shoulders, he put his game face on. Finally focusing back on the task at hand, he pushed his crush to the furthest depths of his mind. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t go very far when he and Danhausen ended up passing a certain girl on their way to the tunnels. She was just leaving, having spoken with Tony about her match later on.

Catching his eye, she smiled at him. “Have fun out there guys. The minute the tron showed you guys were up next, the crowd has been going nuts.”

“That’s good for us!” Danhausen exclaimed. “Fans that love us give us more monies.”

She giggled at that, putting a hand over her mouth to try to hold back some of the laughter. “It’s not all about the monies. You gotta have fun too.”

“Fun is good. Monies is better.” Danhausen said.

Her smiled widened at that. “Well, I gotta go talk to Kiera about our match later. I’ll catch you guys later.”

“Bye!” Danhausen said, nudging Hook to get him to speak up.

Hook glared at him before quickly turning back to her. “Later,” he mumbled, turning towards the face tunnel. If he hadn’t turned away so fast, he would’ve caught her blush and smile, before scurrying off.

✨after the show✨

“Everyone is going out after the show.” Hook’s hand froze in his luggage, Danhausen interrupting him from packing his things.

“You’re coming with Danhausen. It will be good team bonding.” Danhausen sat down next to Hook’s bag. Hook watched as his partner proceeded to reach into his bag, stealing from his chip stash. Hook rolled his eyes at that.

“Clearly, we don’t need team bonding if you’re comfortable enough to just reach into my bag. Maybe you should get your own stash.” He zipped up his backpack, then returned to packing up his suitcase.

“Okay, well if you don’t want to go for Danhausen, I know a different reason you’ll want to go.” Danhausen stood up from the bench, walking to the table across the room to grab a water bottle.

Hook’s head snapped up, following Danhausen’s movement. “She’s going?”

“Of course she’s going!” Danhausen explained. “You know better than anyone how outgoing she is.”

“What does that mean?” Hook zipped his suitcase up, putting on on the ground to get closer to his friend.

“Danhausen told you, she likes you.”

“You’re insane.” He rolled his eyes again, turning away from Danhausen to head to the door. Pulling it open, he was stopped in his tracks when he saw who was on the other side of the door.

“Hey,” she smiled at him, glancing down at his suitcase. “Did you wanna stop by the hotel first to drop off your stuff or head straight to the bar?”

Hook stared at her confused, then glanced over his shoulder to his friend. Seeing the look on Danhausen’s face, he knew his partner had something to do with this.

“Danhausen was just telling Hook about going out.” Danhausen walked up behind Hook, putting his hand on his shoulder. “Danhausen invited her to tag along in the car ride. She rode to the arena with Anna, who’s going straight to the hotel with her boyfriendhausen.”

“Do you mind me coming along? If it’s a bother, I can catch a ride with someone else. I know you don’t usually go out with everyone, I was kinda surprised when Danhausen said you were tonight.” Hook could tell she was nervous, as she started fidgeting with the handle of her suitcase.

“Nah, it’s fine.” He ran his hand through his hair before adding in, “Danhausen convinced me we needed team bonding. Didn’t really give me a choice in the matter of going out.” She giggled at that, and his heart skipped a beat at the sound.

“Well, I’m glad he convinced you. Tonight will be fun.” She smiled at him, tilting her head down the hall. “Let’s go!”

✨at the bar✨

How is she doing it? He wondered to himself. How is she having so much fun sober while I’m two drinks in and miserable. God, I need to smoke.

“What are you doing over here by yourself moping?” Danhausen interrupted his thoughts.

Hook sighed, twirling the glass in his hand to hear that satisfying clink of the ice. “I don’t like big groups like this. If the lads were here, it’d be a different story.”

“You know everyone here.”

“Yeah, but not like that. I’m not close with everyone. I keep to myself.”

“You like to party. Danhausen has seen you.”

“Yeah, when I’m with my friends.”

“Danhausen is your friend.”

Hook sighed, chugging the end of his drink. “Yes, you are. That’s about it.”

“She can be too. Put in the effort.”

“What would I even say to her?”

Danhausen turned to look at her, before turning back to his slumping friend. “Well, she just lost her third game of pool. Do you know how to play?”

Hook shrugged his shoulders, giving a slight nod.

“So, go offer her some help. Ask her if she’d like a partner.” Hook glanced her way, catching her pouting at Adam Cole taunting her for her defeat. He couldn’t help but find her pouting completely adorable.

“But-“ Hook started, being interrupted by Danhausen almost immediately.

“No buts. No thinking. Just go over there.” Danhausen pulled him out of his seat and shoved Hook in her direction.

Hook quickly caught his step, before heading over to her while trying to act casual. With all his effort, he couldn’t get his heart to slow down even the slightest bit.

“3-0! Undefeated bay bay!” Adam laughed, putting the pool stick down on the table.

“I told you I suck!” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I can’t even play 8 ball on iMessage.” Rolling her eyes, she glanced to her left and was surprised to find Hook approaching.

“Need a hand? I’m pretty good at pool. We could team?” Hook reached back, rubbing his neck anxiously.

She smiled at him, before turning to grin at Adam in victory. “Yeah, why don’t we have a nice game of two v two. You won’t be bragging by the end of that!”

Adam laughed, glancing down at his watch. Before he could say anything, Britt approached him. “Ready to get going? We got an early flight home tomorrow so I can make my appointments.”

“Aw, you’re lucky, Britt’s saving you from having your winning streak ended.”

Adam laughed at that. “Trust me, kid, you’d still lose even with a partner. Rain check for that game.” Adam wrapped his arm around Britt. “Night, guys.”

Hook and her watched as the couple walked away. He felt defeated as he watched his chance with her go out the door, no longer having a need to play pool.

“He was right, ya know.” His eyes snapped in her direction, finding her already looking back at him. “I’m really bad at pool. We would’ve lost.”

“So, maybe it’s good he’s leaving.” Hook leaned past her, grabbing the stick Adam had left on the table.

She tilted her head in confusion. “Are you going to kick my ass in pool now?”

He laughed at that. “No, I’m going to teach you how to play, so we can kick Adam’s ass next time.”

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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 🩷