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[adampage]

angel, tbh.

that’s me going what? Who? Me??? 😂

[zackmephisto]

34 & 37 from the emo and scene asks.

34. Do you want fangs?

oh my god aslkvcmsldkvmsdkl okay here’s the thing, when i was younger and before i had braces, my teeth were so fucking fucked up that i legit had fangs. like. they were triangular - but very very dull - and they poked outwards at an angle. it was absuuurd. so do i want fangs again ? no! i already had them and i was bullied!

37. Do you want/have any piercings?

i have two piercings in my ears, i have a hoop in my right nostril, and i have my septum pierced ! and i want to get at least a third earlobe piercing and maybe even that one piercing that’s like at the topish of the ear, idk what it’s called, and i want to get a second nose hoop right next to my first nose hoop

scene/emo ask meme

[doedreamss]

Fanfiction Trope FMK: Adam Hangman Page, Joey Janela and Jon Moxley. ;P

hahaha, I got this same three batch of men from our darling von last night, and try as I might, I can’t swap the answers around (although I still don’t think moxley and I would go from enemies to lovers, or even start off as enemies to begin with, but also, I don’t think I’d be enemies with hangman or joey so he just kind of gets… put there lmao poor mox).  but!!!  I was so inspired by the stuff you wrote for your answer, I decided to write a one-shot for one of mine!!  and it has my two favorite things: hangman adam page and horses.

That’s Our Deal

Ship: Hangman Adam Page x Glitter Sidesplitter (FOC)

Rating: General (there may be some foul language but there’s nothing super troubling I don’t think?)

Length: 2,886 words

“Howlong have you two been friends now?”

 “Idon’t know.  Year and a half?  Twoyears?”

 “Andyou haven’t made a move on him once?”

 “No! Remember?  I made the mistake of being a little extra flirty one time whenwe went out to ride Honey and Bandit and I swear he all but ignored me.  Ithink that was the only time Adam has ever been remotely rude to me and it wasmortifying.  So, no.  I will not risk us losing our friendshipbecause I can’t keep it in my pants.  I’m perfectly capable of just beinghis friend.”

 “Uh-huh,”her tag team partner, Neon (ring name, of course – Nihilistic Neon), peeredover her phone at her with an expression that said she wasn’t buying it. Beneath that look, Glitter (also a ring name – Glitter Sidesplitter) squirmed.

 “Neon,he doesn’t even like me like that.  That’s why he didn’t respond when Itried to cross the line and see if he’d take the bait.  We’refriends.  We’re good friends.  Hell, I’d say we’re best friends,even.  I can call him or text him any time of night just to talk and he’s there. It never feels awkward or forced when we’re together.  We spend almostevery afternoon together out at the ranch.  I don’t think I could handlelosing him if I finally fessed up and told him how I felt.  He’s becomesuch an important part of my life.”

 Neonhad set her phone down and was watching her.  She shook her head slowlyback and forth and sighed.

 “You’vegot it bad, girlfriend.”

 Glittergroaned, pressing her hands against her face and sinking down deep into thecouch.

 “WhenI came and asked you for advice on how to bury my feelings you weren’t supposedto expose them and make me realize I’m fucking in love with him.  It’snever going to happen, Neon.  I’m not the kind of girl Adam’s lookingfor.  We’re friends.  Sometimes life isn’t fair.  Sometimes youdon’t get the storybook ending.  The prince doesn’t get to theprincess.  That whole thing.”

 “Wow…”Neon’s shapely, sharp black brow lifted, and her green eyes steadied onGlitter, slouched in anguish.  “You do remember I’m supposed to be thedoom and gloom one in our little dynamic, right?”

 “Shutup.” Glitter muttered and smiled, shaking her head.

 “Glitz,”Neon sighed, setting her phone down and leaning forward on the couch acrossfrom the one Glitter was sitting on.  “Do you remember a couple monthsback when you had your singles match on Dark?”

 “Yeah?” Glitter frowned.

 “Well,I was in the back, watching the match on the monitors, right?”

 “Yeah…” Glitter didn’t understand where Neon was going with this.  They alwayssupported one another if ever they were in a match the other wasn’t wrestlingin.

 “Adamwas there too.  Watching you.  Remember?  He was right therewhen you came backstage, celebrating you and telling you about all the waysyou’ve improved since you started with the company, how you were selling it tothe crowd…”

 “Neon…that doesn’t mean anything.  He was just being a good friend.  Iasked him to help me train a bit after we first became friends, remember? He was just… congratulating me for all that hard work paying off.”

 “Aye,”a frustrated breath disturbed them both, and Neon and Glitter glanced to seetheir friend, Mariana had entered the room at some point during theconversation.  She waved the water bottle she was holding at Glitter andlooked at Neon.  “¡Ellanunca va a escuchar!” 

 “Hey!–” Glitter started, having enough grasp on Spanish to know Mariana had saidsomething about her not listening.  Before she could stick up for herself,Mariana shushed her.

 “Youcan tell her about how Adam gets distracted every time she enters a room. You can tell her about how Adam starts smiling that dumb smile we all make funof when she’s talking.  You can tell herabout how it’s so fucking clear to the rest of us that they’re madly in lovewith each other, but clearly she knows everything and therefore is not going tolisten.”

 Marianaflopped herself down on the couch beside Neon and lifted her boots, plantingthe heels on the little table in front of them. She gave Glitter a pointed look.

 “Okay,”Glitter shook her head, “if any of that were the least bit true, I’d havenoticed by now.”

 Flickersand flashes of memories came speeding at her, like the way Adam grinned themoment they crossed paths with a smile that lit up his face and made herstomach do somersaults.  But he smiled ateveryone, didn’t he?  He was a genuine,kindhearted soul.  She remembered the fewtimes they stood near one another in a room, Adam sometimes gently touched her,let his fingers brush her arm or her hand or even, once, her thigh.  But it could just be natural reflex, sheargued.  If he was trying to touch herintimately, she’d know.  Everyone wasjust reading too much into something and Glitter wasn’t interested in ruiningthe friendship she and Adam had.  Let therumors keep flying.  She’d learn to buryher feelings her own damn self.  Somehelp her friends were!

 Herphone buzzed in her pocket and, giving it a quick read, she leaped for thechance to escape this lunacy like she was drowning and had been thrown a lifepreserver.

 “Well,this has not been insightful at all.  Youguys are all fucking crazy.”  She flashedher characteristic ‘mad grin’ she was known for in-character.  “It’s time for me to go take care of Honey.”

 “Havefun with Adam!”  Neon called teasingly ather back just as the door swung closed.

* * ** * *

Glitterglanced askance at Adam, who sat astride his bay frame overo gelding, Bandit, notfor the first time that afternoon since they’d met up at the stables.  He was in his head, which left her plenty oftime to study his profile, handsome as a devil, and wonder if what Neon andMariana had said was true.  Did Adamreally light up when she entered a room? Was it because they were such good friends – she’d dare to say bestfriends – or was it because he felt something romantic for her too?  The only person who had the answers was Adam,but the only way to know them was to ask. If she asked flat-out if he had feelings for her and he said no, thefabric of their friendship would change.

 Sure,they were both grown adults and could laugh off the misunderstanding… but she’dalways be left aching, and he’d always know she cared for him in a way he didnot care for her.

 As ifhe felt her eyes on him, Adam turned and frowned when he caught her watchinghim.  He always had those soft, almostsad, worried eyes, but when his brows dipped a little more the emotion seemedto increase by about a tenfold. Sometimes it made her want to say nothing, just wrap him in her arms andpull him in close and hold him until he was smiling again.  Right now, however, she felt like she’d beencaught red-handed and blushed, glancing away quick.

 “Everythingalright, Glitz?”

 Glitteradjusted her seat in the saddle, the leather creaking gently with Honey’s gentlypaced walk.

 “Yeah,I’m alright.  You?”  She forced herself to look at him and triedfor a casual, inquisitive look.

 “Yeah…I’m alright.”  He was still frowning ather skeptically.  He hadn’t bought it.

 Adamreadjusted his seat and cheated his torso toward her.  His palm rested on the saddle horn and hisother hands loosely held Bandit’s reins. Today was just a pleasure ride, letting the horses stretch their legs alittle bit without working them hard in the arena, so they were currently beinggiven their head.  Neither Adam norGlitter needed to pay much mind.  Honeyand Bandit had been ridden miles throughout the farmland and forest surroundingthe ranch she and Adam boarded them at and were therefore familiar with theterrain.  They were more than happy tobehave, walking side-by-side through the orchard and flicking their ears tolisten to the human’s conversation as Adam and Glitter talked.

 “Areyou sure you’re alright?  You’ve beenacting kind of funny ever since you got here. Glitz,” he paused, tipping his cowboy hat back a little so the afternoonlight hit his face and those blue eyes showed an ache that immediately made herheart seize.  “Hey,” his country drawlwas soft, ���you know you can tell me everything, right?”

 “Ofcourse, Adam.  You know I’d never hideanything from you.”  Guilt twisted herbelly and made her feel sick.  She’d toldhim so many of her deepest, darkest secrets over their hours and hours of conversation,never once hiding a single detail.

 “Wellalright,” he said with a fair amount of skepticism drenched across his tone.  “Just remember you can tell me anything.  That’s our deal, ain’t it?”

 “Yeah,”Glitter said, and forced the smile on her face. “That’s our deal.”

 Glitterfaced forward in the saddle and gathered Honey’s reins.  

 “Raceya to the creek?”  She asked, giving hima glance and then, before he could say yes or no, she squeezed with her knees,adding gentle pressure to Honey’s sides and cracked the reins against her thick,muscled neck.  “Yah!”  She shouted and Honey responded to her energy,gathering her legs under her and lurching forward.

 “Hey!”  Adam yelled at her back.  Glitters laugh was stolen on the wind, herhat nearly flying off her head if not for the string that held it around herneck.  Her black hair tumbled and tuggedback, and she leaned forward, squinting against the air blown past herface.  

 Honey’sstride ate up the ground in a blur, but the pounding of hooves close behinddidn’t take long.  Stretching out herneck, Honey threw more of her energy into the run, picking up her hooves and lurchingas far as her stride would take her. Glitter hollered and cheered her on, feeling the mare’s energy like astorm.  Honey was a young mare andsmaller than Adam’s paint horse gelding, Bandit.

 Thehuffs and puffs of Bandit’s breathing soon became louder than the poundinghooves, and Adam pulled him up alongside her, their horses’ nose-to-nose asthey ran.  Glitter and Adam looked at oneanother and he smiled that wild, happy smile he sometimes got when they didthings like this, free and away from the pressures becoming a weekly televisedwrestler gave them.  Just the pair ofthem, horse nerds at heart, out riding in the wide-open countryside.

 Thetilled farmlands fell away to hills that dipped into valleys just before theline of ponderosa pine trees and firs. The horses began to pull up their gait, careful of the uneven andunpredictable terrain.  Glitter knew thecreek was coming up as soon as they crossed a few lengths of forest and leanedforward, encouraging Honey with a hopeful shout.  Adam held the reins in one hand and snappedthem on Bandit’s neck, hollering, one hand holding his hat firm on his blondcurls that whipped back in the wind.

 Comeon!  Come on!  Come on! Glitter encouraged Honey, her little can-do ranch mare.  

 She’dfallen in love with her the second she saw an advertisement for her, the prettylittle palomino quarter horse with one sock on her back-left leg.  She’d asked Adam to go with her when shelooked at her, because she hadn’t ever owned her own horse, always just tooklessons on horses that weren’t hers. Adam had been so excited and so thrilled she’d asked him to be therewhen she looked Honey over.  He’d beenserious and ready to grill the owner on every question and really check herover to make sure she was perfectly sound and didn’t seem prone to anyweaknesses that’d be a problem later.

 Butthen he’d saw the way Glitter looked at her when he saw her and he’d smiled,elbowed her and said, “Why don’t you go say hi to her?”

 Nowtheir horses were racing neck and neck…

 Honeypulled her nose ahead right at the end, surging forward as if she’d seized anew burst of energy as the winding, babbling waters of the creek came into herline of sight.  Glitter laughed andleaned back in the saddle, pulling gently on the reins and guiding Honey toslow her gait to a walk.  She turned inher saddle to stick her tongue out at Adam once he’d pulled Bandit up.

 “Loser!”

 Adamgrinned and shook his head, whistling low under his breath as he arched a browat Honey.

 “Yougot yourself one hell of a mare there, Glitz.”

 “Iknow!”  Glitter said and turned backaround, patting Honey’s warm, damp neck lovingly.  “If I wasn’t so busy in wrestling, I’dseriously consider putting her in working cow horse competitions.”

 “She’dwin every blue ribbon there is to win, and every trophy too.”

 Theypulled the horses up at the creek and dropped their reins before sliding out ofthe saddle, letting them drink and rest after their unplanned burst ofenergetic fun.  As Honey drank, Glitter gentlyran her fingers through her mane and patted her neck while murmuring littleterms of endearment.  She didn’t noticeAdam watching her from over Bandit’s back, an adoring smile hung loose over hismouth.

 Adamwas already leaning against a tree that grew close to the creek’s edge, thick,muscular arms crossed over that equally built chest.  He’d readjusted his hat and fixed his curlsfrom where the wind had whipped them a little wild.  The brim was pushed back, and Glitter couldsee his handsome face beneath the dappled shade and sun.  Butterflies fluttered in a frenzy in herstomach and she breathed a low breath, desperate to steady herself and keepfrom revealing anything.

 “Hey,what did you want for your prize?”  

 “My prize?”  Glitter questioned, stepping away from Honeyand walking up the bank to where he was lounging upright against the treetrunk.

 “Yeah,for you and Honey winning the race.  Youcan ask me for anything, and I have to give it to you.”

 Wasshe imagining things or had Adam’s eyes dropped to her lips for a second therewhen he asked her that?  Why was herheart suddenly racing a thousand beats per second?  Why did it feel like she was walking on atilt-a-whirl instead of the steady ground?

 “Oh…I…”  She blinked.  Shit, she was staring at his lips.  Her tongue swept the break between hers andshe forced her eyes up to his.  He waswatching her intently and it made her stomach feel like it was doing those highsoaring moonsaults off the ring post that he did.  “I didn’t think there was going to be aprize.  I was just happy holding it overyour head that I was the winner.”  She saidweakly, trying for a casual, nonplussed shrug that probably didn’t come off ascollected and cool as she hoped it would.

 “That’stoo bad,” Adam said, and he looked at her, that strange, piercing look he’d wornfor a moment gone and, in its place, something hopeful and nervous.  His eyes dropped.  Glitter’s gaze followed and noticed he waswringing his hands.  He sniffed hard andforced his eyes back up while hers lifted with them.  “I was hoping you might ask me for a kiss.”

 Hadshe heard him correctly?

 Whileshe stood in front of him, stunned to absolute silence, Adam drew on some sortof courage she was impressed (and a little turned-on) to see he had inhim.  He moved toward her and reachedout, hands gently grasping her arms and pulling her close until they stood toe-to-toe.  She tilted her head up at him, hair tumblingdown her back and hat fallen too.  One ofhis hands slipped and wrapped around her back, encouraging her to press againsthim.  The other gently caught her chinbetween his fingers, turned her head a little and bent to catch his lipsperfectly, softly, sweetly against her own.

 Ittook her all but one second to catch up to the reality that was Adam leaningover her, kissing her deeply.  Shepressed back desperately into him, years of ache and waiting trapped insideher.  It unleashed like a storm, and hertongue slipped into his mouth, and her fingers flew to his plaid button-upshirt and curled tight into the fabric before yanking him close.  He groaned against her tongue as the lengthof her body was pushed against his.

 Theybroke apart only when their lungs were starved and stood, inches apart, warmbreaths shared.  

 “Iwish you would have done that like a year and a half ago,” she whispered onceshe finally felt like she could catch her breath.  

 Theymoved just back enough that their eyes could meet.  He smiled.

 “Metoo, Glitz.”  He leaned forward and theirforeheads gently pressed together.  “Metoo.”

[vonschweetz]

I'm going to go with Joey Janela all the way. The ship sails itself, tbh. LONG LIVE VONELLA.

LMAOOOOOOO Vonela is gonna be such a weird thing that like most people are totally not gonna understand on here and I am here for it lmao. Can you imagine how chaotic the couple that is ME and Joey would be? Every other day one of us would have a concussion or some sort of injury and the other has to take care of them lmao.

[beardedbarba]

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LONI NO. LONI STOPPIT. OKAY ITS TOO LATE IM LOVE.

stop what?

[cowboyshit]

I L O V E Y O U for the alphabet asks, pls!

😭💖 YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!!

I: in love?

No, but also… maybe KIND OF yes?? It’s… very complicated. But basically no. I am… not. I just have a long-running, confusing toe-the-line relationship with someone and the way I feel about him is... way too deep.

L: longest relationship?

Four years long, if we’re talking romance. Fourteen years long if we’re talking platonic soulmate.

O: one wish?

To finally get a pattern down to push out the original writing I want to do, get on the ball with self-publishing and finally be able to quit a long, long professional career that exacerbates my mental health issues and makes things way, way harder on me than they need to be.

V: violent moment?

Hmm… okay, I’m going to kind of tip-toe around this question (just because I come from an abusive childhood and most of my violent moments are from that, but I don’t want to talk about those because they could potentially be triggering for other people). Let me think here, let me think… I tend to avoid violence at all costs (because of my childhood) and I sincerely cannot think of a time I’ve been violent… oh! Okay, here’s kind of a funny one. So like I said, I am completely NOT a violent person and avoid conflict at all cost. One way to get me to resort to blind violence? Tickling. If you tickle me, I go OFF. So when I was seventeen my boyfriend and I finished feeding the cows at the ranch we rented pastures from for the breeding herd (we kept the show steers at my cousin’s grandma’s house, but the breeding herd - the bulls, cows, and calves - were kept at a separate ranch) and we got back into his truck. My cousin was with us, so I scooted to the middle seat while she took passenger. My boyfriend wrapped his arm around me and started tickling me. I started screaming and kicking and trying to punch, but he convinced my cousin to hold my legs down and he was so much larger and stronger than me that he held both my arms with one hand and KEPT tickling me. I couldn’t breathe and I was panicking, so I did what I had to do. I bit the FUCK out of his forearm. Broke skin. There was BLOOD. My teeth marks were a perfect black bruise on his arm for like a week. LOL the ass never tickled me again that’s for sure. 

E: easiest person to talk to?

Aside from the hangman gang in the discord chat, or the friends I’ve made here that I talk to frequently, the main person in my life that’s easiest to talk to is my best friend. She knows the deepest, most intimate parts of me and is probably the only person who knows me the best out of anyone in my life. I can talk to her about anything and everything. We can have the deepest conversations to the silliest, and even all at the same time. I have never met anyone that I’ve bonded with so closely as I have her.

Y: your last hug?

I’m pretty sure it was my best friend actually!

U: three biggest wishes?

Okay I already talked about the job/writing one so… let’s see here… after that falls into place, my next wish is to move, then to get a dog again, and lastly to travel and experience LIFE more. I’m tired of feeling so… stuck and forgetting I have the power to change that.

[eddiemunsonspantschain]

Unusual asks: 4,5,6,7,8,9,11,16,31,32 and 39

4.do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

Just like you I don’t know honestly. All my characters have a piece of me in them. Either an aspect of me or they’re like a fictionalized ideal of me. So I’m always connected to my art. 

5.how many accounts do you have?

I have a personal but...I honestly have only been using this one and I’m wondering if I should use that personal again to give people a break here.

6.how many pairs of shoes do you have?

Like...7? Something like that. I have a lot of heels and everyday shoes I have like 2 pairs of Docs and a pair of Nike sneakers I just wear all the time. I want sooo many more Docs tho. I love ‘em.

7.opinion on… (specify to the person you’re asking to)

Nothing was specified soooo my opinion on coffee is that it’s great. Tea is good too but I love coffee more. Pumpkin spice especially. Tho with Christmas vastly approaching I do like peppermint mochas too bc mint and chocolate is -chefs kiss-

8.how many accounts do you follow?

33 great people

9.favorite brand of clothing?

I always just went for what I like I buy but for the first time I have an actual brand that I like to buy things from and that’s Blackcraft Cult. It’s all great gothic clothing.

11.what unusual talent do you have?

Mm,I can touch my nose with my tongue? I also have dreams where something will happen either directly or everything will have it’s own meaning and it tends to connect to something that happens a few days later or sometimes weeks later. And I just know what’s gonna happen. Or a situation connects to those things that have their own meaning and it suddenly makes sense.

16. if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?

I always have a million tattoo ideas. I have a whole ass sleeve idea honestly but for a simple answer (Cause I’ve given long ones already) I do wanna get the Supernatural Anti-Possession symbol. Supernatural became a family thing. My whole family watched and now my mom and sibling LIVE in Lawrence.

31.you can change one thing about your life right now.  what are you changing?

I can only pick one? Bc I’d change a lot. I guess I’d change how I look health wise. Tired of being overweight and everyone else having an opinion on it.

32.how old do you get mistaken for?

Usually about 24/25. Around that spectrum.

39. describe your aesthetic.

Very much the vampire goth chick. Or like a witch who got turned into a vampire. My bedroom and outfit look like Halloween and Lestat in Queen of the Damned threw up on it. 

[whorangecassidy]

vanilla latte and herbal tea for the cafe asks please?

Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games?

drinkin games baybee, i got 80 aych dee so i can never pay attention to board games long enough to finish them skhfj

Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

vanilla citrus!! do they even make vanilla citrus candles anymore i swear to god i have one

[adampage]

I literally JUST figured out your icon was Sonic in a cowboy hat and now I'm giggling nonstop over that fact. Just thought I'd tell you that.

that’s me boy!!!!!

[vonschweetz]

👻

First impression:

What the actual fuck how are they this good at writing?! And how the hell does she write so fast?!?!

Your nickname in my head:

Snark/Ash

Closeness ratings [1-10]:

10/10 would befriend again

Do I like you:

Fricken love you with all my heart and more.

You are my:

Sister I always wanted. You basically seen me at my worst and watched me as I picked myself back up. You’ve seen where I came from and what I went through and never judged me about it. You’re also my absolutely writing collaborator and muse, we’ve talked about so many plots and writing and you just bring the creativity I need in my life.

[eddiemunsonspantschain]

I’M BABY YA’LL. SOFT AF. I FUCKIN CAN’T. YOU DID THEM BOTH SO WELL!!! YOU GOT ALEX SO RIGHT! ESPECIALLY WITH HOW THINGS ARE GOING WITH HER AT THE TIME. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH JNFAKNVFA

I SAT HERE LIKE ‘JUST KISS ALREADY GDI’

Fake Fic Title: Hot Chocolate Mustache

OKAY SO…. I’ve been reading @rampagewriting amazing fic Don’t Fear The Reaper, ( x click it, you won’t regret it ) and it inspired me to write this.. It’s just kinda… My own thoughts as to what might be going through Alex and Chibs’ minds at some point during the story. I asked @rampagewriting if it was alright if I wrote this, I just really hope that everyone likes it… Even though it came out a little bit angsty (there’s kinda tentative flirting her too, sorry I couldn’t give you Chibs lap like you did for Opie! I wanted this to fit Alex as closely as it could to the way you see her.) Anyway… So this is me, attempting to write a thing for Sons of Anarchy. And this isn’t the last you’re going to see of SOA on my blog, either.

TAGGING: @rampagewriting | @andie01 | @vonschweetz – I didn’t tag many people this time because Idk who out of my followers likes SOA and there’s no one listed on my tag list doc for that category.

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[beardedbarba]

Loni Havoc. That's my nickname for you.

I wonder why, though :p

[cowboyshit]

1, 5, 10 - with Christmas Catharsis and Hangman, 20, 25 for the fanfiction writer asks, please?

Thank you SO much babe!!!! ♥♥♥ LBR I love talking about my fanfiction akjsdkjsdkj 

( FANFICTION WRITER ASKS )

1: how old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?ohh, I was fourteen!! I only know/remember this because it was pirates of the caribbean fanfiction and it was literally the NIGHT after I got back from seeing it in the theaters lmao 

5: if you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?COWBOY AND THE MUSTANG!!!! HANDS. DOWN. Oh, there’s so many reasons tbh and I could go into an essay about why, but I’ll condense it down for this answer. The main reason is that I really, really enjoy writing horses in any capacity, but the second reason is that it’s become the story I always wanted to write. I always DREAMED about writing a romance story where horses played a large part and what I’ve come up with next for cowboy and the mustang is SO exciting and I am DYING to write it. so far, all four parts add up to 25k words according to ao3. last year I told myself I would finally stop stalling or doubting myself and write a romance novella that’s at least 50k words… and with what I have planned next, I think cowboy and the mustang just might be that novella. plus, writing about cowboy adam, writing adam bonding with horses, and writing adam as a single father to a little girl ajdfksdlksakmjdslksd I just really, genuinely love this story so, so much. It’s very near and dear to my heart and when other people tell me THEY enjoy it to it just…I can’t even begin to explain how much it means to me.

10: in Christmas Catharsis, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?honestly I had no alternative ending in mind! christmas catharsis, as the hangman gang knows, was a random inspiration I got two days before my smutmas fic was due to be posted. the story was one of those that just POURED out of me. it demanded to be written. I knew I wanted to keep it in the same day and write it (basically) moment-for-moment, because of how important their connection was. it’s supposed to be a magical, heavy, all-pressing weight pushing on them and forcing them closer and closer together despite all the reasons they may want to keep apart (particularly noelle). I knew I wanted to end with a little joke, just to help break how emotion-heavy the ride was, and I actually came up with adam’s stupid “oh I have plans srry haha sike my plans are with you!” joke about halfway through writing the ficlet itself.

20: are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?hmmm… none that spring up immediately to mind, but I know there are certain ones I wish I would have added a little more to.  maybe ‘the cowboy hat stays on’ I would have liked to have added more to?? sometimes I think if I could revisit that fic there’s a LOT I would rewrite.

25: have you ever cried whilst writing a story?okay… I know this is supposed to be about fanfiction, but… I have not yet cried when writing fanfiction (although my recent comfort fic got me a little bit when adam broke down) BUT just recently while writing with my best friend we wrote something that makes me full on SOB and I wish I could talk to people about. I had to take breaks when writing because I was crying so much and I haven’t even had the heart to go back and read it. It’s a poly trio, where the girl (my character) is in love with two brothers who are the president and vp of a 1% motorcycle gang. the three of them have been the best of friends for years, a perfect little family unit. my girl had previously confessed how she felt to both men and they decided that until she made up her mind which one she wanted to marry and be with, neither of them could have her. they don’t know about being poly at the moment. so anyways, in this chapter we just wrote, my girl and one of the guys broke down and caved to their attraction and started kissing. when they broke apart the guy thought that meant my girl chose him, but she said no. she still loved them BOTH equally and she could NOT have one without the other. well, on the club side of things, their peaceful town has been getting wild and there’s been a lot of death and danger close to home. the guy decides (he’s the president) that’s it. this isn’t safe. they’re all suffering and he’s afraid a target will come on her if anyone figures it out so he tells her… that’s it. he’s sending her away. for good. she’ll go and live her life and be happy and free of the club drama. and her heart fucking BREAKS. she full on breaks down sobbing and FUCK i ship these character soooo hard that it just… it hurts SO BAD. anyways, the vp brother comes home and finds his brother (the president) silently crying, runs into her room and finds her SOBBING and he just holds her and his brother comes in and tells him he’s sending her away. she wants them both and it’s not safe anymore. the vp brother breaks down SOBBING holding onto her begging his brother not to take her (he used to be addicted to drugs but he got clean thanks to the girl and he’s terrified he’ll have to go back to using once she’s gone). eventually they come to the conclusion that it is the best thing for her and she leaves them and fuck it HURTS. obviously they won’t be able to take it and a lot more drama is going to happen but EVENTUALLY they will be a secret poly trio and they will be HAPPY DAMMIT anyways if you’ll indulge me I’m gonna post a small part of it:

Leaving was going to keep her safe, but who was going to keep them safe?  Reagan squeezed tighter around Teddy and sobbed harder into his chest, knowing there were no answers she’d like.  She knew if something happened to them, even knowing there would be nothing she could have done if she was here, Reagan would feel guilty for every breath she took that they couldn’t.

Because it wasn’t just her whose heart was breaking.  It was all of them.  All three of their hearts were shattered, forced apart.  The only difference was Reagan could be sent away without anyone following her, without the entire club falling to pieces because of it.  Teddy and Eli were still going to have to be here, where reality had turned scary, and they’d be in danger’s way every single day.

It both hurt worse, knowing they’d be hurting, and comforted her, because at least she wasn’t crazy to feel as heartbroken as she did.

“I wish I could take you both with me,” she said, pathetically, muffled into Teddy’s chest as the three of them just held each other in the silence that chased their cries.  She found that a piece of her hated that the first (and likely only) time she had them both, wrapped into their joined embrace, was for this reason.  She hated everything that’d happened, but most of all she hated that she was powerless to change it.

That this had to be their answer.

Teddy kissed her, and Reagan pushed back into the kiss as hard and needy as she felt, so he’d always remember not only what she’d said, but how much she’d meant it.  She was never, ever going to stop loving him.  She could leave no room for doubt.

Then Eli kissed her.  Feverish.  Desperate. As if he wanted to put his lips everywhere and know what every piece of her tasted like before he lost her forever. Reagan tumbled into Eli’s passion, wrapped up in him and dizzy by the time Teddy called him back.  Her hands fell out of his and instantly felt achy with cold.  She clasped them together, and her lips pressed and quivered, and the view of them blurred and danced, and their home behind her, and the life she’d always thought of as the perfect one.

“I…”  she didn’t know what she could say that’d already been said.  There wasn’t anything.  She just didn’t want to admit the time had come.  She needed to leave.  That was all that was left.  Her tongue swept her dry lips and tasted their tears and their kisses.  She sniffed and forced herself to turn away, reaching to wipe at her cheeks and walking too quickly to the driver’s side of the car.

For Teddy, Reagan made herself get into that car.  She always believed Teddy was right and there was no better proof of her reverence to his word than her acceptance of his decree, even if it was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do.  Reagan threw no more fits.  Reagan didn’t try and argue around the solution.  She reached up, adjusting the review mirror, swallowed back the tears at them in the sight of it, and pushed her boot down on the gas pedal, driving away and trying not to think about how much smaller they were getting as she did.

[eddiemunsonspantschain]

You + Zak Bagans. I can just HEAR the sarcasm between you two in the car going to a ghost hunt and I'm LIVING for it. Plus, you both have several interests / things in common BUT... there's enough differences there to really heat things up and make then interesting if you feel me.

dljfsa he and I would be such little shits together it’s not even funny! I also agree. He and I got a lot in common but not everything. In short,Zak is my perfect other half. Thank you and goodnight lol

[writtingrose]

30 Day Writing Challenge;

Hello all! I am stealing @kittysilver86 idea and doing a 30 Day Writing Challenge; Kink’s Edition!

Please remember, I write for Elias, Seth, Drew, Finn Balor, Otis, Jordan Devlin, Becky, and a very selective few others. I’d you’re not sure, please message me and ask!

To claim a spot; send me an ask with the prompt and you’re wrestler! I will not start until ALL DAY’s are filled. All fics will be 500-1000 words. If some of these don’t make you comfortable, that’s fine. I’m comfortable writing them and want to give my followers a wider girth. 😊

1.) Spanking -Jordan for @new-zealand-chic

2.) Hair pulling - Jordan for @princess00wifi

3.) Bondage - Drew for @sithstatlander

4.) Threesome - Drew/Becky for @biforbecky2belts

5.) lingerie - Elias for @xxghostnappaxx

6.) Role-play (include the roles) -Elias for @xbreezymeadowsx

7.) Orgasm permission/denial - Seth for @undiscovereddisneyroyalty

8.) Voyeurism - Otis for @xwicker-manx

9.) Exhibition - Finn for @sophiewolfheart-blog

10.) Dominance - Drew for @sithstatlander

11.) Breeding(knocked up) -Elias for @sjwrites22

12.) Temperature (hot/cold) - Elias for @haigrr

13.) food - Fergal for @new-zealand-chic

14.) Knife -Seth for @biforrollynch

15.) blindfold - Undertaker for @kittysilver86

16.) DD/LG -Becky for @rosyredapples

17.)consensual non-consent - Undertaker for @kittysilver86

18.) Anal - Finn for @theworldofotps

19.) Biting - Seth for @theworldofotps

20.) collar/collaring - Drew for @biforrollynch

21.) Double Penetration - Drew/Finn for @baronsbelleevangeline

22.) Sexting - Elias for @biforbecky2belts

23.) Degrading - Finn for @theworldofotps

24.) Overstimulation - Jon Moxley for @kia1996

25.) Teasing - Elias for @xwicker-manx

26.) Master/Slave - Pete Dunne for @undiscovereddisneyroyalty

27.) Toys - Aleister for @biforbecky2belts

28.) Masturbation - Pete Dunne for @xxghostnappaxx

29.) Virginity - Drew for @beckyann6879

30.) shower - Roman for @sophiewolfheart-blog

@theworldofotps @biforbecky2belts @biforrollynch @snarkandsarcasmwrites @xladyxfatex @neversatisfiedgirl @kalliravenne @beckyann6879

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: won’t you stay with me; adam page

Notes:

this was originally posted on my main snarkandsarcasmwrites and it was sent to me by @mrscrain-x7​ on there. This is an alpha x omega au that never really got off the ground but I have been... high key tempted to actually plot out and do something with, so we shall see. Idk. Ya know, if anyone /thinks/ I should... I’m open to hearing that.

Summary:

Adam finds his Omega and is almost instantly smitten. Part 1 of 3.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Katya

Warnings:

heavy hinted at Alpha & Omega dynamics at play here. Fluff. That’s about it honestly.

Katya hated the way it felt; her skin burning and crawling and at the same time, feeling tight. The feeling that the air was somehow thicker. The sweating and last but certainly not least, the horomones.

Horomones equalled supreme horniness. Meaning that even the most mundane thing suddenly took on an almost erotic nature.

She kept catching his scent, only for it to be gone by the time she finally got a chance to leave her work area and try to locate it backstage.

She hit the thermostat and glared. “There’s no way this is set to cool. It feels like a fucking sauna in here.”

“It’s set to cool.” Britt Baker spoke up from the doorway as she stepped in, eyeing Katya curiously. “Is everything okay?”

“Hell no! A certain little problem decided to present itself tonight.”

“Certain little problem.” Britt mumbled only to quietly exclaim, “Oh..” and then an even lower “Oh.. That’s not good.” as she shook her head. The next thing Katya knew, she was being guided down into the chair sitting in front of her mirrored workstation and Britt was going to grab her a bottled water from catering.

All of this meant one thing and Katya found herself both thrilled and slightly horrified by what was taking place.

Her Alpha was in the building somewhere. Her true Alpha.

That’s the only reason all of this kickstarted. It had to be. There wasn’t any other logical explanation for it.

She fanned herself with a copy of the night’s program and her head fell back as she closed her eyes. The door opened and then it closed quietly.

“Britt?”

No one answered and then this rank scent filled the room. Katya swallowed hard and sat up.

MFJ stood there in his knockoff Burberry scary, smirking.

…. JUST FUCKIN GREAT. NATURALLY, MY HEAT STARTS AND NOW I’LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH EVERY UNMATED ALPHA ASSHOLE BACK HERE…. DAMN IT, WHAT’S TAKING BRITT SO LONG, I WONDER?...

He moved closer, Katya wrinkled her nose and sprayed her favorite perfume; a vain attempt to drive out the way MFJ’s scent was almost totally off putting. The whole scenting thing…. It was by far one of the bad things about being an Omega.

When he stood next to her and he leaned down, sniffing at her, she gulped. “What?”

“ I thought you might need some help with your little problem, Omega.”

“Not from you, no thanks I’ll pass.”

Rather than leave, he continued to stand there, staring down at her with an almost amused smirk, almost as if he seriously thought she were confused and hadn’t meant to tell him no.

“I meant it, sir.” Katya tried her best to sound as firm as possible, even though she felt her stomach churning, her hands beginning to shake a little and she knew damn well that at the end of her sentence her voice wavered ever so slightly. She’d never really enjoyed confrontations.

Or being cornered.

“Sir.. I like that.” he responded, only leaning in even closer, a finger curling beneath her chin which she attempted to shrink back from as best as she could.

“I’d like it if you left.” Katya repeated it, luckily for her, it was firmer this time. She wanted him gone, she was going to have to really act like it, which meant being rude, being louder than she normally would. Whatever it took to get the guy away from her.

“Sassy… I like that too.” he was leaning down and Katya was shrinking back. The guy clearly had that typical sense of Alpha entitlement and no clear sense of personal boundaries. Those two things coupled with his overwhelming and totally unappealing stench, well… It was a safe bet that she wasn’t getting closer. No amount of money in the world would get her closer.

He stared her down a few seconds; again, she got the distinct feeling that the jerk was not used to hearing the words “no, i’m not interested, not even slightly”. It wasn’t a surprise.

Britt cleared her throat from the doorway. “Get out, MFJ.”

“Oh? And whose gonna make me?” he seemed to scoff at Britt as if to challenge her. Britt stood straighter, stepping closer to where the two of them stood as if she were going to do something.

Katya turned, stared him dead in the eyes and pointed to the door. “ Go.”

“You’ll be begging for me later. Especially when none of the other Alphas around will even give you a second glance.” he walked out the door and Katya took the bottled water from Britt, uncapping it and drinking down half, choosing to let MFJ’s parting words go ignored.

She tensed when the scent she’d been driven crazy by all day long filtered into the room and despite her best efforts not to, she found herself whimpering and staring at the doorway longingly.

All Britt could do was laugh and shake her head and mumble audibly, “Thank God I’m a Beta and do not have to deal with this.”

“I wish I could say that right about…” Katya trailed off as the scent grew closer and closer. She sat down the bottled water and bolted for the door just in time to throw it open all the way and be hit with a wall of that almost mouthwatering scent that belonged to her true mate.

And the second she realized just who it was, she slammed the door shut and leaned against it heavily, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh.My.God.”

“What? Did you figure out who he is?” Britt asked, staring at the other woman intently, waiting on an answer.

Katya took a deep breath and muttered mostly in shock, “I think it’s Adam. God, I hope it’s Adam. It has to be him. It has to be…”

“As in Hangman? Holy… Wait, I thought you were saying he was sexy as hell…. I thought you’d be excited?”

“ Oh, I am… Just have… Literally no clue how to even begin to tell him?”

“Girl.. Pretty sure that as an Alpha, he knows.”

“I doubt it.”

“They always know, Kat. Especially when it comes to their Omegas.”

Out in the hallway, Adam stood, staring at the door to hair and makeup, a hand wound in his hair as he tried to puzzle out whether the scent he’d been practically running down just now, because he sensed the distress of her, -your Omega, and he’d had no choice but to at least try to locate her.

The door was shut.

The scent was strong, almost enough that his mouth was watering. He lower the hand currently rubbing the back of his head and wiped the back of it across his mouth, taking a deep breath and sniffing the air.

She seemed calmer now.

Still, the fact remained, whoever she was, she was right behind that door…  Kenny nudged his side, nodding to the door. “Well?”

“She’s in there, no doubt.”

Nick spoke up. “ I could’ve sworn I saw Britt go in there.”

The door opened and Britt said something to whoever else happened to be inside and then she walked out and right past Adam. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Kenny gave a look as if to ask Adam if Britt were the source of the scent he’d been chasing over the course of the day and Adam shook his head, staying where he stood and staring at the door.

Whoever she was, she was still inside the room.

“Fuck it. I’m not standin out here all day. I’m not a wimp.” Adam stepped forward and just as he did, the door opened again.

And he was promptly hit with a wall of vanilla, heavy and sweet.. He bit back a groan as he fixed his eyes on her.

His true Omega.

She couldn’t have been more than 5’1, maybe not even that tall.. The sweater she wore hung down to her thighs and it’s sleeves covered her fingers, the thing was clearly way too big for her. Her jeans were full of holes and fit almost like a second skin and she was wearing a pair of those boots that were fuzzy on the inside, but Adam couldn’t help noticing that despite her being dressed for the weather, a fine mist of sweat gathered on her skin. One quick scenting revealed exactly why this was so and before Adam could stop himself, he gave a low growl that was closely followed by an almost needy whine. He felt himself getting harder and harder by the second and he took a few deep breaths, desperately trying to calm himself the fuck down.

It wasn’t working, naturally.

Nick and Matt followed his gaze and chuckled quietly.

“Her name is Katya. She’s going to be doing hair and makeup, I think. Matt talked to her on the elevator earlier… Right before you got all hostile because you smelled her on him and flipped out?” Nick was trying his hardest not to laugh. Matt smiled and shrugged. “She was kind of quiet. Standoffish. Like she’s not a real big people person.”

Kenny was snickering by now. “Kind of reminds me of someone else we know when he chooses to be that way.” he mused, earning him a middle finger from Adam who finally managed to tear his eyes off her. His mind was racing. Because now her scent held curiosity.. Longing.. A little nervousness too.

Her eyes met his and they stood there, in the middle of the crowded hallway, staring at one another. When she fanned herself, Adam chuckled and rubbed his chin, giving a smirk and a slight grin as he waved.

Okay, so maybe he was trying to be a smartass.

One of them had to do something, so he figured it might as well be him, so he started to walk towards her.

… she’s fucking gorgeous… keep it together dumbass…

… mine…

… all mine…

Katya watched him walking towards her, frozen in place. She whimpered as the scent of him got stronger and he got closer. The closer he got to where she stood, the more she fidgeted under his intently focused gaze.

She swallowed hard as he came to a stop in front of her, licking his lips, leaning in carefully. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she felt his nose just barely brush against the side of her neck and heard him mumble something, mostly to himself and in shock.

“ Uh hi?”

“Hey.” It took a few seconds, but Adam finally got the word out. He found himself staring at her, totally unable to stop doing so. Not that he really wanted to anyway.

“Was everything okay just now?” the question was out before he could stop himself from asking it. She bit her lip and shrugged, staring back up at him. “MFJ decided to grace me with his presence. I think Britt scared him away.”

Adam’s gaze momentarily flitted over to Britt, who was standing with Kenny and the Bucks, and he chuckled. “Yeah, she can be intimidating. But you’re okay, right? I mean if he messed with you at all…” his eyes fixed on her, full of concern.

“I’m fine.”

“I know the guy freaked you out a little, darlin.”

Katya swallowed hard, staring up at him. Everything inside her wanted to ask if he knew what she did, but she didn’t dare. When he spoke again, he pretty much answered her question.

“I’m your alpha. I’m gonna pick up on that.” Adam reached out, tucking some hair that fell into her eyes back behind her ear. It occurred to him that she’d been worried about whether he knew or not too, it was the main reason he said what he did. She was apparently twisting herself in and out to come up with a way to say it or ask him if he knew.

He didn’t want her worrying.

“Oh, I… I wasn’t sure how this worked.”

“You’re gonna be fine, darlin. Just let me take care of ya, yeah?” Adam moved a little closer. When she didn’t back away and instead, came closer as well, he slipped both arms around her waist, stared down at her. “ Just wanna keep you close… That’s okay, right?” and he barely restrained the quiet groan that came when she moved even closer, nodding up at him, swallowing hard. She took a ragged breath of her own and answered quietly, “Yeah, it’s more than okay.”

He gave a bright and goofy grin, raising his hand, stroking the hair at the back of her head. God, he thought to himself, all I wanna do is fucking.. Touch..  Hold… Kiss.. Among many, many other things…