#i will love TAZ no matter what

[catsandfanart47]

A plea for more queer TAZ characters

Since it's pride month i've decide to post my plea for more queer TAZ characters. I think about this around once every week, and i'm pretty sure my friends are tired of me talking about this so I will talk about it on here instead. I always loved the queer characters in TAZ (Lup is an icon) but there seems to be a reasonable decline in queer PCs and NPCs lately. Of course Balance had a ton, so did Amnesty, i'm not aware of any queer PCs or NPCs in Graduation aside from Fiztroy, and Ethersea is a bit up in the air. In my opinion there was definitely some best friends-to-lovers energy coming from Amber and Okasana/Koderia but nothing was said by the Justin or Griffin so it's probably my ships getting in the way of things. I know a lot of people headcannoned Devo as trans in Ethersea which is definitely a possibility but there was still no conformation of this. I think a lot of The Adventure Zone's fanbase would appreciate some more queer characters. As a queer person myself I always enjoyed the representation in The Adventure Zone and hope that Steeplechase has some canon queer characters not just head canons.

[dreamofbecoming]

current mood: thinking about the unbearable tragedy of lucretia tazbalance

[voidfishing]

if graphic novel Julia isn’t at least as big & buff as Magnus I’m going to be devastated

[katealot]

.

[bountycancelled]

EASY PEASY, LEMON SQUEEZY

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

opla sanji x reader

in which sanji teaches you a few basic cooking skills, while you try to ignore how close to you he's standing

genre: delusional oneshot, pretty suggestive, gn! reader, my sanji/taz obsessed ass shining through the cracks

requested: nope, but they're open so feel free♡

a/n: I don't have anything to say besides I'm sorry.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

this was all your fault.

you just had to open your mouth and spill the beans on the fact that you didn't know the first thing about cooking, which led you to the predicament that you were in now.

or was it Sanji's fault for offering to give you private lessons with a tone in his voice that could be mistaken as flirtatious and a wink your way (which in hindsight, you should've definitely refused) and for being a kind, flirty, witty, compassionate piece of work who could cook like a god, who you couldn't help but fall deeply in love with?

no matter whose fault it was, all you knew was that you weren't mentally prepared to spend alone time with Sanji in the kitchen, as you knew that this experience would only aid your feelings in flourishing.

but what you were or were not prepared to do didn't matter, because you were already in the kitchen, standing shoulder to shoulder with the man in question as you washed your hands and he looked at you with his typical honeyed gaze and a slight smile on his face.

"you look extra beautiful today my love, how am I supposed to focus on teaching when you look like that?" he questioned out loud in an airy voice. you shrugged as nonchalantly as you could, cringing internally because you had in fact, dressed with a little more thought today than most days, and the fact that he noticed made you want to bash your head against the counter until you saw blood. how much more obvious could you be?

"okay. so first, I'm gonna need you to dice up an onion for me, alright?" he stood behind you, watching over your shoulder as you peeled the onion and picked up the knife, and you could swear that his lack of distance was genuinely giving you respiratory problems.

"how would you like 'em, chef?" you asked sarcastically, missing the way his breathed hitched at the nickname.

"hmm... super fine." now, the logical side of you knew that vegetables could be chopped very finely, you weren't completely inept in the kitchen after all. buuuuut, the absolutely unsavable side of you, aided by the fact that you could legitimately feel his breath on the back of your neck as he spoke so so sweetly with that accent of his, believed that he wasn't just speaking about the onions.

you shook away those thoughts, and began cutting the onion. you could almost feel his correction before he corrected you, but you were definitely not prepared for his next actions. his hands held your own as he guided your knife movements, his front almost pressed against your back. he whispered praises in your ear, although you severely doubted that your subpar knife work was worth any compliments, but that didn't stop him. a "there you go." here, a "so so perfect" there, even a cheeky little "you're doing so good for me" just to make you squirm.

maybe it was his tone of voice, or his hands (which had now moved away from yours and found purchase slowly moving up and down your arms) or the fact that your hand was so shaky that you were sure you were gonna lose a finger at this point, but you had had enough.

you put the knife down, not bothering to finish cutting the onion, because he could cut his own damn onions if he so pleased, and spoke before your more timid nature could stop you.

"you didn't ask me here to teach me how to cook, did you?"

silence.

maybe you had misunderstood the situation? oh god, oh god, oh god. you readied yourself to apologise for making him uncomfortable before-

"am I that obvious?" you could almost hear his smile as he spoke seductively, his hands moving from your arms to you waist, gently caressing your frame.

"yes, you are. not that I mind." okay, this was not how you were expecting this lesson to go. but it was days like this that you daydreamt about in the comfort of your room.

"I know this is a bit forward, even for me but-" he cut himself off with a soft kiss to your neck, and you felt yourself shudder at the contact. "-I honestly can't resist you any longer-" another kiss, this time to your shoulder. "-would you give my the absolute pleasure to taste you, please?"

if you weren't already against the counter with Sanji behind you, your legs would've given out from under you on the spot. you nodded, not trusting anything coherent to come out of your mouth at that moment, but snapped out of your daze as a confused sound rang through the kitchen from the doorway.

"you busy Sanji? I'm kinda hungry right now." Luffy spoke with a certain normalcy, as if he hadn't just walked in on, well, whatever was about to happen to the two of you.

Sanji chuckled, placing one more kiss to the back of your neck before moving away from you, but not before whispering in your ear once more. "why don't you go to your room and relax for a bit, love? I'm still aching to taste you."

you were in for a ride today.

[devilfruitwriter]

falls in love easily {Taz Skylar}

Summary: Life comes at you fast, and often in uncertain ways, at least that's what you find yourself thinking when it's almost five in the morning and you're waiting for the cast of the upcoming Live Action One Piece Netflix show in their makeup trailer, and you realise you might have finally found your people. (And the way you try not to think about how you might genuinely be falling for the actor who you've been joking about being in love with since day one.)

Need to Know: They/Them Reader. Makeup Artist!Reader. Fluff through vignettes. No use of Y/N.

A/N: 3424 words. Unedited and probably a mess but I love him your honor. Now idk if it's good, but I hope you enjoy it. There's mentions of drinking. Let me know what you think, or if you have any prompts for Taz or any of the rest of the cast! <3

Taglist is always open, please comment or message me to be added! xx

Taz has started bringing you coffee, and damn if you don't love him for it.

"Don't let it go to your head; they love everyone," Emily rolls her eyes but her expression is fond. You stick your tongue out at her, still cradling your steaming take away cup with both your hands, looking between them in the makeup trailer they share with you and Emily's makeup artist.

"Yeah but me the most," Taz sits a little higher in his chair, his smug little smile is levelled at his co-star, though you see his gaze flick to you and the grin you're trying to hide behind the rim of your cup, "that's the point of the coffee, isn't it?"

"You have a few other redeeming qualities," you chime in, struggling not to laugh at the whole situation, especially as Taz makes a show of practically preening at your decidedly backhanded praise.

"Told ya," he's outright beaming now, "loves me the most, as they should."

"As I should?" You hear the disbelief in your own voice rise as you lower your cup, crossing your free hand over your chest.

"Obviously," Taz, however, does not seem phased by your indignance, looking at you with wide, bright eyes, like it's the most simple thing in the world, "you're my makeup artist, if you loved one of them more I'd consider that a great betrayal of our bond."

Emily can no longer contain her laughter.

You take a moment to ponder and sip the coffee he'd brought you, mulling over his words.

"I've known Emily longer," you pointed out, though Taz shook his head, managing to keep his composure and keep up with the bit.

"And I've worked with other makeup artists in the past; what matters is the here and now," he says with an almost believable sincerity, "and here and now, I love you the most, and I buy you coffee, and I'm gonna be real sad if you don't say it back." Endeared by his antics, the words tumble from you -

"Of course I love you the mostest -"

"- the mostest! -" he echoes under his breath with a pleased kind of triumph.

"- the mostest? -" Emily, however, has her whole face scrunched up, muttering amid her laughter like she can't quite believe she'd heard you say that.

"Of course I love Taz the mostest -" you doubled down, now outright grinning, "not that it should have to be stated; this is a well established love affair we've got going on here, was that not clear?" Gesturing between yourself and Taz, who's once again looking particularly pleased with the bit, the two of you share an amused look before both turning to Emily in the makeup chair beside you both. She gives you both a thin, amused smile, her laughter having died down.

"Oh it's clear," she smirks at him, "considering that even Kiki won't swap trailers with me -" though there's no real malice behind it.

"You have not asked Kiki to swap with you," Taz rolled his eyes good-naturedly, "you love us."

"And we love you," you assured her, playing up the saccharine quality of your voice once more.

"But not as much as you love each other," she pointed out.

"Obviously," Taz nodded, right as you agreed;

"That goes without saying."

(Later, when you ask him how he takes his coffee, he cracks an eye open where he's relaxing as you're laying his wig for the day, slight smile on his lips, telling you that's not how this works.

Music fills the little trailer in the in-between moments, loud enough that Emily and her own makeup artist can't hear the specifics of your conversation. You give pause, waiting for the spirit gum to dry, echoing his words back to him as a question, amused at his apparent courteousness. He nods, now watching you, as if confused by your question.

"How am I meant to let you know I love you otherwise?" You snickered, playing off the earlier joke. It did the trick, however, as he huffed a quiet laugh of his own. Still, he tells you how he takes his coffee, and you, triumphant, turn to the counter for your next product.

"Or you could just say," he adds after a moment, and you can't help but freeze. You don't even need to be looking at him to hear him grinning - this moment is doing strange things to the affectionate feeling in your chest, but you do your best to ignore it. Turning back, his eyes are closed again, settled back in his seat, waiting as patient as ever.

"That's too easy," you hope he can tell you're smiling too.)

----

"I'm so sorry, love," Taz is leaning against the side of your trailer, cigarette in one hand, and blue, plastic lighter in the other, "my lighter's dead, you don't happen to have one?"

After being called in even earlier than usual to assist with Jeff's Buggy makeup for the shoot today, it takes you a moment to catch up. It takes you a moment, and a yawn, but you reach into one of the side pockets of your backpack.

"Yeah, gimme a sec," you mumble through your yawn.

"Fuckin' love you," Taz mutters gratefully, shoving his own, empty lighter into his back pocket, "I know it's a filthy habit but -"

"I don't judge," you shrug, finally handing over the lighter that had been buried in the bottom of the pocket. Instead of heading in, however, you joined him, leaning against the trailer, tipping your head back to look at the lilac sky as it began to turn gold.

The quiet spark, pop, sizzle of the cigarette isn't an unfamiliar sound given the industry you work in. Taz thanks you quietly as he hands back the lighter, and you give a tired smile in return; you had an energy drink and probably a coffee waiting in your trailer but you would rather take these few moments of peace where you could get them.

"I thought you vaped," you mused after a moment. Taz makes a noncommittal noise as he breathes out a lungful of smoke.

"Left it in the accommodation," he admitted. He offers the cigarette, but you shake your head, "probably smart, like its a bad habit, yeah, but also I don't exactly know where this came from, I found it in the bottom of my bag, it's..." he gives a thin, self deprecating smile, "questionable."

"Sounds like a you-problem, my guy," you tell him, shifting over to lean against his shoulder, closing your eyes for the moment. You hear him laugh and agree, and a comfortable silence stretches out between you.

"It definitely is," he agrees after a moment, "can I ask why you carry a lighter with you if you don't smoke? Not that I'm not grateful -"

"That's why."

"What?"

"In case someone needs a lighter."

"That's sweet, that's very lovely."

"I do try," you hum with a slight smile. After a moment, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, continuing to blow smoke into the wind, away from you.

"You doing alright, love?"

"Always," you sigh, leaning into him in the moment, "I'll be alright, I just need to get some caffeine into me."

"Coffee's waiting for you inside," he told you warmly, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"Yeah," you mumbled, before admitting, "I like hanging out with you though."

You can't bring yourself to open your eyes and gauge his reaction, but he doesn't let you go.

(He keeps borrowing your lighter. Sometimes it's those early mornings, sometimes it's on set, during the few scenes where Sanji's smoking; before anyone else he'll come to you. You start carrying your lighter in your pocket just in case.

"So you've just given up on having a lighter of your own?" You teased, lighting the herbal cigarette they were using for filming.

"Why would I need one? I've got you," he smirks back, and damn he's just as charming in character as he is out of it. "Thanks, love," he wraps you up in a one-armed hug, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before the cast and crew is called to stand by for the shot.

Taz is the kind of affectionate you could really see yourself getting used to, and he's definitely taken notice.)

----

Between the wig, the makeup, and covering up his tattoos, Taz's spends just over an hour in your makeup chair, depending on how much of Sanji will be seen on any given day.

"Scenes like today might be my favourite," You're working diligently away, already a half hour into your routine and mind on autopilot as you take Taz's hand to keep it still while you added product to your brush. You hadn't even realised you'd said that out loud until he responded.

"Scenes like today?" His voice is gentle but amused; you can hear him smiling but can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, suddenly feeling flustered that you'd voiced that thought at all. "Come on, love, you can't just say that, what d' you mean by that?" And it takes you a moment of deliberation to decide if you want to answer honestly, applying concealer to his tattoos as you feel yourself grow flustered.

"I like all your scenes," you mutter dismissively, "I feel lucky that I get to see so much of the show being filmed." Which isn't a lie, you're on standby on set to touch up makeup throughout the days, and you love the production and what you've seen of the show thus far... but it's also not the whole truth, and you know Taz can tell.

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and when you look up finally, you can see the way he's smiling, but he's thankfully not looking at you. For a moment, you're glad Emily's not filming until later in the day, her call time not for several hours, so it's just you and Taz, and his playlist to fill the silence. But you make the call to swallow your embarrassment and voice the compliment that had been idling in your mind.

"I like watching you cook on set the most," you say without a hint of hesitation, and he looks to you quickly, almost like he's surprised by your honesty, but you weren't finished, "I know you've really immersed yourself in the role and put in a lot of effort and training; it really shows, especially when you fight and when you cook." There's something in the way he's looking at you that starts to overwhelm you, and you have to break the moment, break eye contact, go back to covering his tattoos or your not sure what you might do. Even your tone shifts, a little flustered, a little awkward, a little jarring after how sure you'd just been, "I, you know, I appreciate you and stuff, but you knew that."

There was a warmth to the silence that followed. When you finally sat back to grab the colour correction pallet, you could see Taz still watching you with genuine affection in his gaze.

"You're very kind," he says softly.

"Nah, it's just true," you huffed an awkward laugh.

"Don't hit me with that 'nah, it's just true' shit," he snorted, shaking his head, "you're being very kind and I appreciate that," he told you with firm honesty, matching the tone you'd addressed him with just moments ago, "lemme cook you dinner some time, 'cos I have been practicing," he agrees with pride, "and I'd take any excuse to show off, 'specially to you."

"Thought we established that I already love you, you don't have to prove anything to me," you ducked your head as you loaded your brush with product, unable to keep the grin from your face.

"Yeah, but this love-bit is a two way street."

"Okay," you said after a pause, finally meeting his gaze once more, and your smile grows wider.

"Okay?" Matching your excited energy, Taz grins widely at you, and you nod.

"Yeah, dinner, eventually," you laughed, "whenever we both are up for it. I'd really like that."

Something is... different now. Something has changed. Taz can't help but mention, as you're securing his wig, that it's going to be hard for him to think of anything but your kind words during filming today. Sheepishly you apologise, but he waves you off quickly - nothing to apologise for, he assured you.

But something is different.

(The silly, little fantasies you've been having on occasion, or more accurately, have been trying to ignore on occasion, have only gotten worse.

And more domestic.

They leave you feeling that kind of giddy-sick and unprofessional, the kind of daydreams that remind you at two in the morning that you should be sleeping and really shouldn't have a crush on your coworker.

Except you can't stop picturing small moments, like a sunlit, mid-morning, music playing on your laptop, the two of you moving around each other to make breakfast together on your day off. Or sharing quiet conversations and laughter while making dinner and -

When you both finally have a night off, he mentions how he's invited some of the other cast members to join you both. You've never been so relieved and disappointed all at once.)

----

Lines and jokes get messy and blurry; late nights on set, Taz almost falling asleep in your makeup chair as you're removing his wig for the day, nights out that both he and Emily invite you to, and a burgeoning friendship with the rest of the cast, and quiet moments spent in the back of Ubers lamenting how early you all have to get up the next day.

Usually you're the first one to bail, considering you're usually getting calling in even earlier than the cast, but some of the more responsible ones, or the other members of crew who have been roped into these various shenanigans, will split the Uber bill with you. The others all seem to understand why you have to leave early, but still, they're sad to see you leave.

What you tell absolutely none of them is that your self restraint is wearing incredibly thin when it comes to Taz already, and you know you're so close to doing something you can't take back.

Because he gets somehow more tactile when you're all out together; his arm around you, kisses your temple, your cheek, elated to see you whenever you meet up again after any amount of time. The way he laughs, the way he just talks to you, making you feel like you're the most important person in the world in the moment he gives you his focus and attention, and your brain gets all giddy and foggy when he calls you 'my love'.

So you need to leave, before you do too much, or say too much... well, too much more.

("My love -" and there it is again, his voice above the music, cutting through the crowd where he's spotted you.

"Yes, my darling Taz," you greet him with a sunny smile and open arms as an invitation to join you. Beside you in the booth, Emily and Inaki are playing slaps, and somehow neither are doing well, but thankfully they're both enjoying themselves.

Taz slides seamlessly into the booth beside you, pressed up to your side. Immediately his focus is stolen by his castmates' various yells and shrieks and slaps, and he half drapes himself across you and the table in front of you to get closer to their game. You don't even really mind, simply enjoying the moment, his proximity, and trying to figure out how long before you should head home. These three have the day off tomorrow, but you've been called in to assist with the hair and makeup for Mihawk.

"You're thinking very hard," Taz muses, as if remembering on whom he was leaning. Giving him a nudge, you grin.

"Just got work tomorrow unfortunately -"

Emily pats you sympathetically on the shoulder, Inaki immediately shouts that she's cheating, his eyes bright and wide. You push Taz back so he's no longer half-leaning over you to instead offer your shoulder to Inaki; he gives a decisive pat and declares he and Emily even, while you lament that you should probably hit the hay.

Emily and Inaki put their game on hold to say goodbye, Emily hugging you tightly and telling you to message when you got back to your accommodation, before they returned their focus to each other, and trying to pick a new game. Taz slides from the booth, giving you room to get out, and walks with you to the door.

"Surely you're not leaving," you grinned, but he's already shaking his head, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you get out onto the street.

"Making sure you make it to your taxi, or Uber, or whatever, okay."

"My hero," you teased, but still pulled out your phone to order your ride back to the hotel. Taz is humming something to himself that you can't quite pick all the while, "should be here in three minutes," you say softly, turning your attention back to him for the moment. The sight of his affectionate, smiling face has something softening in your heart - "you don't need to stay out here, I'll be fine, the bouncer's -"

"I work hard to my top ranking with you," Taz tried to muster up as much seriousness as he could, but it only served to endear you further, "no way I'm letting something happen in these three minutes and you end up liking some fuckin' bouncer more than me."

What you want to say is 'that will never happen'.

What you actually do is kiss him.)

----

It's not nothing.

This thing between you both is something, but you're not quite sure what. Because at first neither of you talk about what happens on those nights out, or how it keeps happening, but it never feels strange when you see each other at work. Still you tease each other endlessly, and there's something about the way he tries not to laugh when you're doing some kind of nonsense bit while doing his makeup, and how you'd fallen asleep against each other when Inaki invited people over to hang out and watch movies together.

Somehow after the wrap party, you, the main cast, and a few other members of the crew all ended up back at your accommodation. Most had left in the wee hours of the morning, but Inaki's passed out on your sofa, and a few of the other makeup artists had decided to squeeze into your bed like sardines, while you and Taz haven't moved from the wicker armchair on your balcony for hours.

The sunrise paints him golden in this moment you never want to end.

He's halfway through telling a story that has you practically wheezing, and you want to tell him that you'll miss him, miss these moments, miss whatever it is the two of you are, that you might actually love him, but instead what comes out is -

"You bastard, you know you've ruined me for other actors," you're beaming from ear to ear, watching the sun rise, and you hear him practically giggling as he leans against you.

"My grand plan has succeeded then."

"Grand plan?"

"Grand plan," he confirmed with a slight nod, "since I met you and you pointed at me," he points out to the horizon for emphasis, "and you said I was going to do great things with this role, even though you'd barely even met me; I've been gone for you ever since," he admitted with a snort of laughter, as if embarrassed by the recollection.

"You what?" You shifted back, eyes wide with surprise, only to be met with Taz's confused smile, like obviously.

"You've been nothing but a support this entire time, how is this a surprise?" He chuckled; seeing how obviously flustered you were becoming, his smile softened to something endeared, "you make yourself very easy to love, you know that, right?"

So much is running through your head at once, a million things you'd like to say, questions you have, what-ifs you could dwell on, but you don't.

"Oh thank god," you breathe, wrapping your arms around him, "I love you too," you're beaming until you're kissing him, this moment golden and absolutely perfect.

----

Taglist: @annssell @deadsnothere @hobbitsnapes @notdaninotfound @uncertainturquoise

[honnelander]

wedding bands

SURPRISE! 🤗 this is just a quick idea I had and wanted to write…. I still feel a bit weird about this and I might delete this at any point if I want to (just be warned!) if you don’t like real people actor fic, well I’m sorry, then this isn’t for you! please enjoy my other works then! (hate will not be tolerated) sorry, no taglist for this since this is a one-time thing. the picture above is what I envisioned when writing this. enjoy 🤗🫶🏼

WARNINGS: none

word count: 1.3k

pairing: Taz Skylar x reader

summary: Taz wants to marry you.

masterlist

“Let’s get married.” 

You glanced up from your dinner, a delicious meal that Taz had lovingly prepared for the two of you that night, like he always did, your brows furrowing, staring at him to make sure you heard him right. You were probably looking at him like he was speaking a foreign language. 

“Wait- what?” you asked after a few beats of silence. 

Taz, however, continued eating his meal unbothered, spearing a piece of asparagus with his fork, raising it up towards his mouth. “Let’s get married, tonight,” he repeated in the same casual tone, looking down at his plate, like he was discussing something as simple as the weather. “I mean- I love you, you love me, right?” A small laugh escaped his lips as he turned his gaze towards you, his blue eyes holding a spark of mischief within them, a small smirk dancing on the corner of his lips. “Let’s make this thing official,” he said, putting the food into his mouth. 

“Well- uh,” you started, looking down at your meal, at a loss for words. “Of course I love you,” you said quickly, not wanting him to doubt your affections towards him for even a second. “It’s just...” 

“Sudden?” he asked with his right hand in front of his mouth, fork in hand, voice muffled slightly from the food. 

“Soon,” you said at the same time. 

You both giggled at your answers, realizing you were always in sync with one another no matter what on earth you two were discussing.  

Taz swallowed, reaching for his glass of white wine. “Look, I know it’s sudden and seemingly out of nowhere, but,” he picked up the glass, lifting it up and bringing it to him, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and...” he looked at you, his bright eyes scanning your face as he sucked on his teeth for a second with a small smile. “I figured, why not? What’s stopping us?” 

You laughed breathlessly. “Uh, well, for starters, what about time? It takes time to plan a formal wedding.” 

“Who says it has to be formal?” he countered, taking a sip of his wine before placing the glass back on the table. “A wedding doesn’t need to be this big, whole production. It can just be with two people: you and me.” 

“Ok...” you relented slowly, trying to digest the whole situation. You pushed your food around with your fork absentmindedly, resting your head in your propped up hand. “But don’t we need a pastor or something? Or someone who���s ordained? To you know... make things official?” 

He shrugged. “We’ll go down to the courthouse tomorrow, get a judge to sign our certificate.” He picked up his knife to cut another piece of meat. “You know, make it legal and all that.” 

You put your fork down, both of your forearms resting on the table now as you watched him continue to eat. “And our vows?” you asked, trying to stump him. 

Taz continued cutting. “Easy,” he scoffed playfully with a good-natured smile. “We’ll just speak from the heart.” He looked at you, his smile morphing into a smirk. “And I can tell you how much I love you all night, if you know what I mean,” he winked. 

You blushed, averting his suggestive look as you looked to the side as you heard him laugh. You were quiet for a moment, the only sound filling the room was Taz’s silverware hitting against his plate. 

“What would we wear?” 

 “What we have on now,” he replied easily. “No need to get all fancy. We can, uh, save that for our vow renewal in ten years,” he said cheekily, his smile growing, as he quickly raised his eyebrows. 

That roused a laugh out of you, causing you to look back towards the love of your life, meeting his eyes. “Oh, so now we’re already talking about vow renewals?” you giggled. “One thing at a time, Taz.” 

His smile turned tender; his eyes filled with love as he kept looking at you. “What can I say?” he asked softly after a moment. “I’m just excited.” 

As you both held eye contact, you could feel the reality of his proposition become more palpable by the second. Taz was serious, he wanted to marry you.  

And you couldn’t think of any reason why you shouldn’t. You loved him, and he loved you. Taz Skylar was the love of your life and you wanted to spend the rest of your time on this earth with him, however long or short that might be. 

“What about wedding bands?” you asked quietly. 

He broke eye contact, shifting in his seat slightly as he looked to his right. “Yeah, about that- I had a crazy idea, and you don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to, of course,” he quickly started, moving his hands slightly. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Do what? What’s crazier than a last-minute wedding?” 

Taz breathed out a quick, humorless laugh. “Ha, yeah, so, I was, uh, thinking...” 

“Yes?” 

“What if we got our wedding bands tattooed?” he quickly asked, like ripping off a band-aid, his shoulders becoming stiff as he braced for your response. A couple of quiet seconds ticked by, feeling like hours to him. “Now I know it’s crazy and all, but-” 

“I love it,” you said, quieting him instantly. 

He exhaled slightly, letting out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in. His shoulders relaxed as his trepid eyes found yours. “You do?” 

You nodded, your eyes watering as you looked at him with a closed lip smile. “Yeah,” you answered, your voice breaking slightly. “I love it. It’s perfect.” 

You always wanted to have a matching tattoo with him, both of you floating around the idea but never actually pulling the trigger, and what could be a better matching tattoo with him than a wedding band? 

He laughed quietly, a wide smile of happiness and relief overtaking his face and crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked breathlessly. His eyes started to mirror yours, unshed tears pricking at the corners. This was serious now; this was for real. He was going to marry you.  

And he doesn’t ever remember being this happy before. 

“G-good,” he said, his throat feeling thick suddenly. “There’s a shop not too far away, open late. We can go now.” 

You nodded and blinked, a few tears escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks as you tried not to cry. “Ok,” you whispered. 

“Ok?” he repeated in the same soft voice, his eyes full of wonder. 

“Yeah. Ok.” 

Taz let out a breath, his smile as wide as can be, a tear rolling down his cheek. He looked down for a second, placing his utensils on the table before standing up and making his way around the table towards you. 

“Now, there’s only one question I have left for you,” he started, clearing his throat. He came to your left, getting down on one knee as he pulled out an engagement ring from his pocket. “Now I had this all ready to go, in case you didn’t like the tattoo idea,” he said, causing both of you to laugh tearfully.  

You put a hand over your mouth, swallowing thickly, the tears spilling over your cheeks quickly. 

He looked up, the most tender smile on his face, a look of pure, unfiltered love in his eyes. “Y/n, I love you, with all my heart. You are the love of my life and I can’t imagine doing this thing called ‘life’ without you,” his crooked smile deepened. “Will you do me the honor of a lifetime by becoming my wife? Y/n, will you marry me?” 

You nodded quickly. “Y-yes. Yes of course I will,” you answered, letting out a cry of happiness as you practically tackled him in a hug. “I love you,” you cried into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. 

He laughed, enveloping you in a hug as he kissed the top of your head. “And I love you.” 

You pulled away from him slightly to look up at him and saw a tear roll down his cheek. “Now and forever,” you whispered. 

“Always,” he said before closing the gap and kissing you. 

[itzjaza]

OMG! TAZ AS A FATHER UGHHHHH😫🙏

i just wanna say thank you to everyone who has been requesting(only 2 ppl have)

Taz Skylar as a Father:

How you found out you were pregnant: Ever since y/n and Taz got married, the two had been trying to start a family for a while. The two were both so excited about the possibility of becoming parents. One morning, when y/n woke up she went to the bathroom with a pregnancy test, just like every other morning for the past month. When she took it she expected it to be negative, just like every other one, but to her surprise it was positive! After a while of silent celebrating in the bathroom, she went into their bedroom to wake Taz up to tell him the good news. Taz was also excited. He smiled, hugged her, and told her how much he loved her. They spent the rest of the day talking about their future as parents and making plans for the baby. Y/n felt so lucky to have such a supportive husband who was always there for her.

During the pregnancy: Y/n was going through all the normal pregnancy symptoms, like morning sickness and a growing belly, and Taz was always there to take care of her. He would make sure she always had her favorite snacks, rub her feet when they started to hurt, and even take over all of her household chores. As the months went on, Y/n's belly was growing bigger and bigger. Taz was so proud of his wife, and he could barely wait to meet their little one. He started preparing the nursery and researching all the things Y/n would need once the baby arrived. He was determined to be the best father he could be. As the due date approached, Taz became more and more protective of his wife. He would make sure she always had everything she needed, and he would never leave her side for too long. Y/n appreciated his care and attention and knew that she was in good hands with Taz.

The due day: Y/n and Taz were ready to become parents. The due date was fast approaching, and they were both nervous but excited. Taz had prepared everything, from the nursery to all the essentials that they would need. Finally, the big day arrived. Taz took Y/n to the hospital, and they both breathed a sigh of relief as they got into the elevator. Once they reached the delivery room, the doctors and nurses immediately got to work. Y/N was feeling a little pain, but Taz was there to hold her hand and comfort her. As the hours went by, Y/n's contractions became more regular and intense. Taz was by her side, holding her hand and encouraging her. When it was finally time to push, Taz rubbed her back and helped her breathe. When the baby was born, it was a beautiful moment for both Y/n and Taz. They both couldn't stop smiling and looking at their little one. Y/n cried tears of happiness, and Taz was so proud of his wife. Taz was there for Y/n during every step of her labor, and he continued to be there for her and the baby.

How he is as a father: Taz is a loving and supportive father to his child. He spends time with them, reading stories and playing games, and is always there to comfort them when they are upset or scared. He helps them with their homework and drives them to their activities. He is a hands-on dad who is always looking for ways to make life better for his family. Taz is also a patient and understanding father. He listens to his child and tries to understand their point of view. He never yells or punishes them without first talking through the situation. He wants his child to feel safe and valued, and to know that he is there for them no matter what.

[99hook]

Barely Breathing | Three

The aftermath of Tyler cheating

Warnings: angst, smut

A/N: third and final part to this series with @madhatterbri. y/n gets her revenge but probably not how you would expect

Tyler basically moved back in at his parent’s house after the breakup. He still had his penthouse but he didn’t want to be alone in it.

All of the reminders of you would haunt him if he went back. The dresser drawers that were cleared out of all of your stuff you took when you left and the photos of the two of you decorating the living room was something he just didn’t think he could handle right now.

He sent you text message after text message begging for a chance to explain everything but he assumed you must have blocked his number when days went by without a single reply.

It wasn’t until one night as he was sitting outside with his dad puffing on a cigar and having a glass of whiskey that his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he had to take a double look at the screen when he saw your name floating on it.

“Y/n wants to talk tonight.” He says, looking over at Taz with wide, hopeful eyes.

“I told you to give her some time to blow off steam. Still don’t agree with what you did, but I’m glad she’s giving you a shot to explain your stupid actions.”

Taz had been hard on him about the whole ordeal. He had no idea that Tyler cheated on you until he confessed it the night he showed up drunk at his door.

He didn’t scold him that night, because it was obvious that Tyler wasn’t in his right mind, but the next day and every time you came up in conversation, he made it a point to tell him that he made a big mistake.

“Yeah.” He sighs as he puffs on the cigar, exhaling some smoke above his head. “I’m gonna regret that for the rest of my life, honestly. I’m just glad she’s even talking to me again.”

“You should.” Taz adds, sipping on his glass. “Know what else you should do?”

“What?”

“Take your ass home and put on some new clothes. Shower, shave, fix yourself up. You’ve been moping around in the same clothes for days and I haven’t seen your hair wet since you got here, so I’m pretty sure you ain’t had a shower either.”

“I took one yesterday.” Tyler attested. “But yeah, I need to change. Guess i’m gonna go.”

He put the cigar out and finished the last bit of whiskey in his glass before he got up from the chair. Just before he was about to leave, his dad stopped him.

“Son, listen to me. If she gives you another shot, you better not blow it this time. You got a good girl who loves you and treats you good. Start acting like it.”

What Tyler didn’t know, was that good girl that left his house that night was nothing close to the girl who was stepping back in.

You had been completely broken down by what he did. It haunted you every single night. You went through all stages of mourning it felt like, but landed firmly on one that felt way better than sitting around crying over him.

You were angry. The more you thought about it, the more rage made home inside of you. The years you spent together and all the things you went through being completely disregarded for some girl he couldn’t keep his hands off of made you despise him even more than anything else anymore.

You just wanted him to feel the same pain you had to suffer through, and no matter how many texts he sends saying that he misses you and he’s just so damn sorry, you knew he wasn’t the level of sorry that he should be.

Tyler took his time getting ready. He had butterflies in his stomach for the first time in a long time. He kept glancing at the clock but time was going by so slow, he was just anticipating when you’d be knocking at that door.

He picked up a bouquet of roses on the way back. He didn’t know if you’d accept them but he felt like it was the very least he could do to thank you for giving him a chance to talk to you.

He was nervously messing with his hair when he heard the faint knocks at the door, and had to take a deep breath before he opened it.

Seeing you again was something that made his heart feel like it was getting squeezed by stone hands in his chest. You looked good. You didn’t look like you were going through a breakup by any means. He wondered if you had to take your time getting ready to hide what you really had been feeling like or if you were really just fine like you seem.

“Hey” he breathes out as he opens the door. You send him a barely there smile and step in. You spot the roses on the kitchen island and roll your eyes before he sees it.

“Those for me?” You asked, feigning a smile.

“Yeah, they are.” He walks over to the bouquet and passes them to you, thankful and relieved when you take them from his hand.

“My way of saying thank you for giving me a chance to explain things.” He says.

You set the bouquet down and shake your head.

“I’m not here to talk about what happened.” You tell him.

“You’re not?” I thought you-“

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips and instantly felt his hands on your hips, pulling you into him as close as you could possibly get.

When the initial shock wore off, he kissed you back with a newfound intention that suddenly hit him.

You stepped out of your shoes and made quick work of getting his shirt off, only breaking the kiss to pull it off before you locked your lips with his again.

It was painful to think about another woman kissing him like this, but you had to force those thoughts away before you ruined everything for yourself.

Running your nails down his abs made you wonder if her nails traced the same path. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair didn’t feel as soft between your fingers when you knew another set of hands had been in them too.

It solidified everything for you. You knew you’d never be able to forgive and sure as hell not forget.

Tyler’s lips trailed from your jaw to your neck as he unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your arms. He leaned back to look at you, his eyes filled with pure, undeniable admiration but yours were just dull, the life completely sucked out of them.

He was so caught up in the moment that he wouldn’t have been able to tell that you were just a shell of who you used to be standing before him.

He leaned down and wrapped his arms underneath you, swiftly picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom. Feeling the bed beneath your bare back as he gently laid you down was a strange feeling. You never expected to be in that bed again after that night.

He peppered some kisses to your collarbone as he slid your pants down, along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable underneath him.

“You are so gorgeous.” He whispered in pure awe. It had only been a couple days but he thought he’d never get to see you like this again.

You grabbed his arms and pulled him down to you, his eyes adverting from your body to your eyes in an instant. You could practically read his mind. Every thought he was having and every feeling rushing through him.

You hated that you still loved him, because you could see full well that he was probably falling even harder in love with you in that moment, and maybe if you didn’t love him, it wouldn’t hurt you.

It was just another thing to force out of your mind as you grabbed his length in your hand and guided it to your entrance. He swallowed harshly before he pulled back some.

“Wait” He says, sliding his tongue over his lips. “Are you sure you want to do this like this? I don’t want you still be mad at me after we’re done. I would rather talk about everything first and then, if you want to, we can do this.”

“I’m not mad anymore, just fuck me please.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything more when you pulled him down by his chain, locking your lips with his again. He melted into you at that moment, his fingers sifting gently through your hair as his lips moved with yours in perfect harmony.

You felt him push into you and let a soft moan slip out, wrapping your legs around his waist to push him in deeper.

His hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers together, softly holding it above your head as he slowly thrusted into you.

It was too soft and sweet for you, though. The way he was peppering kisses to each inch of your face and the slow, languid movements. That’s not what you needed, so you reversed the roles and ended up on top of him, pinning his hands above his head as you took full control.

His lips lingered over your neck, he wanted to catch your kiss but you didn’t let him.

He was taken back but pleased with the sudden dominance, he didn’t object to it. His eyes stayed trained on you as he watched you take every inch of him, doing your best not to collapse down on top of him when he started arching his hips high off the bed.

You screwed your eyes shut so you didn’t have to watch him. It was a harder task than you expected it to be. Hearing the sounds of his low groans and heavy sighs, the occasional whisper of your name leaving his lips, it was pulling at your heart strings and that was the last thing you needed.

You made the mistake of letting go of one of his hands, and he immediately brought it to the back of your neck to bring you down to his lips. You tasted whiskey and fresh mint on your tongue, the kiss so filled with passion and desire that it made your head spin.

You broke away and straightened up on top of him, letting his other hand go and you allowed it to grab your hip, guiding you.

His lips parted and you felt him twitch inside of you, already knowing what was coming so you picked up the pace to get him there faster. You didn’t care enough about yourself.

He surprised you when he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and placing soft, sloppy kisses to your neck as he thrusted up into you.

“I love you so much, yn” He whispers against your skin. Words that didn’t mean anything anymore.

His hips stuttered and you quickly got off of him, not trying to risk anything under the circumstances. He must have expected you to catch his release but you didn’t, and instead let it drench the bedsheets while you slid off the bed and found your clothes scattered on the floor.

He watched you for a moment before he got up and headed into the bathroom. When he came back, you were fully dressed and fixing your hair in the mirror.

“You’re not staying the night?” He asks with a small voice. You caught his expression in the reflection before you turned around to face him.

“Why would I do that?” You asked.

“I mean, I would love it if you did.” He says, starting to walk towards you, but you step closer to the door.

“No, Tyler. I’m not staying the night with you. I’m never coming back here again, either.”

“What?”

“I hope you enjoyed your last time ever fucking me. Hope that girl was worth it.” You forge a taunting smirk before you walked out the bedroom.

He was hot on your heels but you didn’t turn around until you reached the front door.

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” He asks, his eyes filled with pain and despair, just how you wanted to leave him.

“Did you seriously expect anything else? You cheated on me, babe. You deserve everything you’re getting.” You shrug before you open the door and step out, making the man you once planned to marry just a boy from your past.

[gethooked]

Lacrosse girlfriend ~ HOOK imagine

Reader going to one of Tyler’s lacrosse games. - requested by @carlybow

Author’s note: I know not a single thing about lacrosse so if I get something wrong don’t come at me. Besides that, enjoy!

Tyler and you have been dating since 7th grade. You guys are now seniors in high school. During 8th grade, Tyler decided he wanted to give lacrosse a try. You were happy he was trying new things but were upset that you guys would spend less time together. But you told him you would support him anyway.

He made the travel team that he tried out for. The sad thing was that all of his games were on the weekends. You couldn’t make any of the games because you would babysit. You babysat for the moms in the neighborhood that couldn’t find anyone else to watch their kids. Since you were so good with the kids they asked you if you could babysit them on the weekends for them, you agreed.

After all of his games, he would call you and tell you what happened and how good he did during the game. No matter what happened you were happy for him because he found a new interest. You told him you wish you could go to the games but you were babysitting on the weekends. He understood and would tell you that he would make sure his mom and dad took videos of him for you to see. They ended up doing just as their son asked and sent you the videos, this made you happy because you love watching him do what he loves.

It took you until your guys senior year to go see him play. Your freshman year you got a job after school to start saving up for money for college. And you still babysat on the weekends to help your mom with the bills. He understood this but didn’t have to worry about you making it to his games since they were playing on TV. You got to watch him and babysit, besides during the weekdays which you weren’t really excited about.

But your senior year you stopped babysitting on the weekends, but worked on the weekends instead. Luckily, it was a Friday and you didn’t have to go into work until Saturday night. Friday happened to be senior night and you knew you had to be there to support him. The only downside to this was that you did not know a thing about lacrosse. Tyler tried to teach you what things meant and how to play but you couldn’t pick it up as fast as he did.

They introduced all of the seniors and their parents first before the game started. Once they said Tyler’s name you cheered for him and when he saw you blew him a kiss. Which he blew right back to you. After they got done introducing the seniors, the game started and Tyler’s parents sat next to you. Taz knew you didn’t understand that much about lacrosse so he would do his best to explain it to you and tell you that Tyler was actually doing good.

Tyler would score four total goals during this game. Each time he scored you got up and cheered for him. Each time he scored he would point the stick at you and make a heart to you at the same time. It made you happy knowing he was doing what he loved to do. At the end of the game, Tyler’s team ended up winning by 13.

His parents started heading out to the diner you guys were going to eat at to celebrate. You waited for Tyler to get dressed so you guys could go together. As soon as he got out of the locker room he walked over you. He engulfed you in a big hug, gave you a kiss. “It only took you five years to come see one of my games!”

You rolled your eyes at him and told him to hush and be thankful you even came. He actually was thankful and was just teasing you. You knew this and gave him a kiss back. He walked hand in hand with you to the car carrying his bags. He dropped his bags off on the ground by the trunk and helped you in the car.

Once you got in he went back and put his things in the trunk. Then got himself in the car to head to the diner. As you guys were driving, you told him how proud and happy you are for him. You told him that once you guys graduated high school, and he still played lacrosse you would try your best to make it to most of his games. “Thank you, my love, I honestly think I played better with you in the stands compared to when you're not.”

Taglist: @99hook @carlybow @saramusazzi99

[jeysmullet]

may i request a part two for the Hook dating Jeff Hardy’s daughter fic, if you feel like writing a second part? it was amazing!!

Atleast they know.

Hook X Female Hardy!Reader

Warnings:fluff, dads being hilarious.

Y/n Hardy.

I swiped the key card against the pad before pushing the handle down and opening the door.

"You staying here tonight?"

I questioned my boyfriend while walking towards the bed.

"Yeah. Darius said he was taking his girlfriend back to our room, so i really don't have a choice."

I heard him laugh.

I shook my head laughing before crouching down to my suitcase and grabbing some shorts and a shirt.

I walked over to the bathroom and cut on the light.

"Y/n."

I heard Tyler say from the bed.

"Hmm?"

I hummed in response to let him know i was listening.

"Do you think we should tell our dads or let them figure it out?"

"I will find it personally hilarious if they find out on their own."

"Yeah, you're right."

I heard him say before seeing him strip down to his boxers in the corner of my eye.

When i was finishing changing and finished washing my face, i left the bathroom turning off the light before walking over to the bed.

I pulled the covers back before getting into bed, and pulling the covers up.

"You nervous for tomorrow?"

I asked Tyler as he laid his head on my chest.

Tomorrow is when Tyler defends the FTW Championship against Jack Perry.

Ever since he found out he's been so nervous about it. He feels like if he loses, he'll let everyone down. Which we all know isn't true.

"Yeah, I mean what if i lose? Will my dad be disappointed? I feel like i'll disappoint everyone even you."

He spoke softly wrapping his arms around my waist, pushing his head deeper onto my chest.

"Ty, you could never disappoint me. You could never disappoint your dad, if you could hear all of the stuff he brags about with you. He's gonna be proud of you no matter what. I'll be proud of you no matter what. I promise you."

I spoke running my hand through his hair, moving it out of his face when it falls in it.

"I love you Y/n."

I heard the boy speak before hearing soft snores.

"I love you too, Ty Ty."

I whispered before leaning over to cut the light off, before letting sleep takeover.

TIME SKIP

Y/n Hardy.

Location: Arena.

I was sat in catering talking to Skye Blue and Renee.

"I'm excited for tonight's matches, they all seem good."

Skye spoke sipping out of a bottle of water.

"Yeah, i'm ready for the FTW Match."

Renee agreed with the girl.

I saw Skye turn and look at me out of the corner of my eye, so i looked up from my phone towards her.

"Speaking of FTW, why was Jeff and Taz so happy yesterday? Did you finally tell them you're dating a certain champion?"

Skye wiggles her eyebrows at me with a smile on her face.

"No, not yet. They know we did go on a date yesterday tho."

I shrugged placing my phone on the table.

"They knew?"

Renee asked shocked.

"Yep, Taz thinks he finally got me to agree to a date with Tyler."

Skye and Renee shook their heads laughing at what they were just told.

The three of us continued talking until i got a text message.

"Can you come to my locker room rq?"

The notification read.

"Hold on y'all, i'll be right back."

I told the girls getting up.

I heard them say okay before i started walking towards the locker rooms.

I was walking until i got to the door that read, "Hook".

I knocked on the door before opening it.

"what's wrong?"

I ask him as soon as i saw his face.

"I'm nervous, i'm scared."

"Baby, i told you it's gonna be okay. Win or lose tonight, we're all gonna be here to support and love you. I promise. Come here."

i said holding my arms out, making him walk into them.

We just hold each other until we heard a knock on the door.

"Hook, you're on in 5."

We heard a producer through the door.

I turned back to him and smiled.

"You got it."

i told him before standing on my tippy toes a bit and kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled before heading over to the door.

"I love you."

i heard him say.

"I love you too, good luck."

I smiled before i saw him disappear behind the door.

Time to go watch my man.

TIME SKIP

Y/n Hardy.

Location: Arena.

I watched the monitor as Jack grabbed the FTW title and hit Tyler across the head.

I gasped watching Tyler fall to the mat before Jack scooted towards him putting his body over his.

1

2

3

"HERES YOUR WINNER AND NEW FTW CHAMPION, JACK PERRY."

I watched as Tyler was laid out on the mat.

Jack finally walked backstage with Tyler following a minute or 2 after.

As soon as Tyler saw me, he walked over to me walking into my arms.

I held him until we heard voices coming from behind him.

He turned around backing away from me seeing our dads standing there.

“Well damn.”

My dad said.

The 4 of us bursted out laughing.

“Wait so all that trouble just for y’all to be together already?”

Taz asked shaking his head smiling.

“Surprise!”

I said laughing.

The 4 of us spent the rest of the night going out to dinner and catching our dads up on our relationship.

While at dinner, Tyler decided he was finally ready for our relationship to be public. So he made sure i was okay with it, and he posted us on instagram.

The picture blew up, people were congratulating us, some fan girls were kinda iffy but most of it was support.

While we were nearing the end dinner, i got a text notification from Skye.

“Girl, check Taz’s twitter.”

The text read.

i furrowed my eyebrows and swiped on my phone until i got to the blue app.

I opened the app and all i saw was retweets of the picture and people talking about it.

I went to the trending and saw the two of us were trending.

I smiled shaking my head before putting my phone down and laying my head on Tyler’s shoulder.

I love my life.

🏷️: @kcloveswrestling @hooks-martin

[adaodinson]

Rant about the Taz Skylar situation and celebrities in political matters in general

So, I’ve seen a lot of opinions regarding this matter and I wanna share mine.

I believe we’ve reached a point in which we feel entitled to knowing celebrities’ opinions on every matter and make a lot of assumptions when we don’t get them. People forget celebrities, especially actors, are NOT working on political fields and what they give out are OPINIONS. They are regular people who base their opinions on what they read, see, hear. Just like all of us.

Sure, if a celebrity shares an opinion you don’t agree with you have every right to unfollow them, but we need to remember that, in the end, their words are not to be taken as facts or put in pedestals.

Taz could have many reasons not to share his stance on the genocide, and this doesn’t mean that we can assume which side he is on.

I understand the “neutral is taking a side”. But I don’t believe it applies in this case. Taz was not trying to make a political statement, not even proclaiming himself as neutral. People are the ones assuming this. We have no way of knowing what he actually thinks and he has every right to keep that to himself. If this is enough for you to want to unfollow him, go ahead. That is respectable. But we can’t force him to give his stance on the matter when his job could be compromised.

Also, he is actually raising money to help several causes. Including the people affected in Palestine. Which I’m sure is a lot more than most people who comment are doing.

Celebrities can’t share their stances and views on every single matter. And we can’t force them to. We shouldn’t. If you ask and they decide not to answer, there’s a reason. Just because they don’t openly say what they think doesn’t mean they’re not doing something to help. If we applied this way of thinking for everything, then we’d all have to have active and open opinions on EVERYTHING. And that is unfair as well as unrealistic.

If Taz or any other celebrity openly decides to talk about this matter and they turn out to be zionists, of course I will be one of the people unfollowing them and removing my support. But I will not assume what their stance is if they don’t share it, even if I would love to know. Because I’m not entitled to knowing.

Taz is just a person. And what he thinks is his own. If he decides to share, then we can decide if we want to support him or not. But until that happens, stop forcing him to give out his opinion.

Because celebrities’ opinions ARE NOT THAT IMPORTANT. Yes, they can be powerful, they can influence. But only if we take them so seriously.

[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.”

[night-market-if]

B1 Potential Spoilers

!!!!!!

Me (sometime during CH5): Hmmm, is Taz(my MC) the Night Market…I think he’s the Night Market.

Later:… Oh. My. GOD…Slap my knee and call me a penny..I KNEW IT. I felt it in my bones. I can’t even pinpoint why I suddenly got the feeling, but I did. 😭 Plus When I really paid attention to Bels nickname for us, it didn’t help the feeling at all (though I’m not sure if you did that on purpose or not dear writer)

Bel: ‘Heart’

Me: *dramatic gasp* Does she mean heart as in MC is the heart of the Night MARRKKETTT!??

—

Original I wasn’t planning to continue this. I like a good amount of personality variety in IFs, which I noticed wasn’t what you planned for the game, so I let the story go. It wasn’t for me and I hadn’t planned to try it out again.

But idk what type of Voodoo you put into the Night Market, but for some odd reason, it was like your story wouldn’t stop calling to me. I have literally been thinking about this game for months. Like no joke. Last week I decided to try the demo one more time, I still felt unsure but I woke up this morning and had the urge to buy it.

I’m glad I did. I love this so freaking much!! I cried on two occasions, smiled on others, got angry at few more but- I enjoyed every bit of it💕

I love this response!!!!!

It does me such creative good to hear things like this. I know my IF is not like the more popular IF's out there. And at first, I didn't think that mattered because I was ambitious and I had a story to tell. But, it's apparently kind of a turn off for a lot of people and that's been weighing on me. Because as an author, I think you always get into your own head. Should I be doing something different? Should I change? It's a tough field to navigate. So, to have examples like this? It's so encouraging.

I want to tell a story that sticks with people. I know I may not have stats and the character variation that some others IF's have. But I just wanted to tell a story in the end. And I wanted to tell a story in a way that allowed a lot of people to feel like they were a part of it.

Thank you so much for giving me a chance. I am hoping to get so much more content out in my career and cannot wait to hear what you think. :)

[scribefindegil]

If you're up to sharing, do you have any examples of works for your narrative chart? These seem incredibly tasty to think about but I'm not sure what sorts of things to look for

okay here are some v. eclectic examples of Narratives That Are At Least A Little Bit Alive because that's what I'm thinking about right now, with explanations:

Princess Tutu: Absolutely the most extreme version of both "is alive" and "wants to eat you". The Narrative is a literal guy pulling all the strings behind the scenes! And he sucks! All that matters to him is The Story and not only does he view all the characters within it as puppets, he's dead-set on manipulating things until the story turns into a tragedy.

Stranger Than Fiction: (I don't know how many people have watched this movie, but I love it) The Narrative is alive and it will stop at nothing to turn this guy's life into a beautiful tragedy--until the author realizes that her protagonist is real and has to decide whether or not to interfere with her own story to save him! Could argue that this is further right but because it's the author and not the character fighting it, that pulled it further towards Love for me.

Discworld Witches: The Narrative in every Discworld book is alive, but the Witches books are Stories About Stories in a very specific way. The Narrative knows what it wants, and it's going to fight back, and all of the protagonists are positioned against it (because everyone knows the witch in the story is Bad, right?)

Midst Podcast: The Narrative is alive but it is just having a funky good time. True neutral on the X axis.

Community: Really hard to categorize because like. The narrative is alive but it's also self-imposed. Whether it loves you or wants to eat you varies SO MUCH from episode to episode and between characters within any given episode. But I feel like the show as a whole is ABOUT trying to build a narrative that loves you (as a way to love yourself and the people around you). Skews heavily to the right post-Season 3.

TAZ Balance: Most ttrpgs (actual play shows and irl games) are going to be somewhere in this quadrant just due to the nature of the medium. They're about the characters because they don't function if they're not, and also there is someone literally building The Narrative in real-time! But Balance really leans into both aspects of this and I love it.

MP100: He is the protagonist of this story!!!!! The narrative is only slightly alive but the love is off the charts.

[karmathenightowl]

TAZ STEEPLECHASE EP 41 SPOILERS and Possibly What Ifs Discussion

Damn, okay there's a lot to unpack here

So my "Montrose Pretty is Devon Denton" theory is incorrect

BUT with the reveal of Montrose being Eggard Denton (Kenchall's dad), not only does everything click based on information brought to us in previous episodes but it also paints a rather heartbreaking implication of his role in the Denton family and Steeplechase as a whole.

Now it all makes sense that Montrose is a Denton for his knowledge about theme park attractions. From the lore of Ephemera (even his excitement and passion for it) to the existence of Jungle Island. There's also the moment he says "Sorry, Carmine" during the finale of the Gallspire heist when dressed up as Jessie the Infinite Spectre Fairy.

Now here's where things get very interesting.

I don't know if I'd call this entire next section a theory but mostly samples of What Ifs I have in my head. Hear me out:

Let's start with Kenchall. Back in Ep. 17 when he requests Poppy's Angels to steal the Gallspire, he notes that:

"If he (Eggard) had been born— if he had muscled his way up there, I’d be running the company right now. But instead, Carmine’s stupid monarchy passes from first born to first born. So, now next in line after Evelyn is her shithead son, Devon.

Then there's his brief conversation with Orwell and upon being asked what his childhood was like, Montrose responds:

"It was...quite lonely."

Then the theme from The Future is You plays in the background.

In the now debunked theory I made a while ago about Montrose being Devon Denton, someone replied the possibility of Eggard having a rough childhood because of living under Evelyn's shadow due to the fact that she was the next successor of Steeplechase. This neglect is what probably prompted Eggard to run away from home, probably fake his death since Kenchall stated that Eggard died "10 ish years ago" and start a whole new life as Montrose Pretty.

But despite that, it seems like he still yearns for that familial connection, bonding he never got with his real family. So why not try to make some connections with a new family, i.e the family from The Future is You.

There's also Episode 40, in which Montrose faces Carmine with his mask off.

Carmine says "I have to ask…do I know you?" and lights from inside the rocket point at Montrose.

Montrose replies with "Hello Carmine. I have decided to wear my true face for this special occasion."

I'm intrigued with how Episode 42 will play out with Carmine's realization of Eggard, if there will be any at all.

I want to cut back to Kenchall for a bit and preface this theory with a smaller one that may be a FAR stretch but I can explain.

We know Kenchall is far from being a good person. What if he had high expectations from Eggard, wanting the role of future park successor next in line so badly even though he knows that his father can't obtain that and pass that on to his son.

But also, what if Kenchall didn't care.

This is going to sound nuts, but if this is true, I see Kenchall as sort of a Veruca Salt type of person. This idea of Kenchall probably being a spoiled brat and having a father wanting what's best for his son and loving him despite this. Being in the Denton family known for their theme parks and innovative talents within the Dentonic Corporation, seems likely that Kenchall would be the sort of pampered kid that could get whatever he wanted. But all that doesn't matter. He clearly wants to take over the park, as stated in episode 17. Justin stated that Kenchall was seen as the black sheep of the family, but what if that was a lie? What if Kenchall made that up so others could see him as an outcast of the family when in actuality it was his father who was the real outcast.

What if Kenchall has a one sided resentment towards Eggard for something that wasn't even in his control i.e becoming successor to Steeplechase due to him being born mere minutes after Evelyn.

Then we come to today's episode at the end, with Montrose (now with his mask off) going to Kenchall at his APC. He says, "Its been ten years. We have a lot to catch up on."

Kenchall doesn't recognize him, saying "I don't know you."

Montrose retorts that he does, and says this:

"I have a lot of explaining to do, but I know you of all people will understand the great lengths I have gone to try and cease control of this park, this corporation, that I missed out on by mere minutes. I need the time to explain this to you Kenchall. Do you understand?"

In raising him, what if it made Eggard heartbroken to see Kenchall unhappy. In wanting to please him, Eggard decides to find his own way in obtaining control of the park to pass down to his son. And the implication that Montrose/Eggard has done all of these heist jobs for the possibility of pleasing his son makes this sound very sad in the grand scheme of things. He even risked his life multiple times, from eating a pin, to having his hand be fused with two elephant tusks.

But from what Kenchall has done to him, Beef, Emerich, and countless others, this perception may change. Maybe Eggard wants control of the park but doesn't want his biological son involved in it. I mean, he did adopt Todzilla after all...