Parts 6 AND 7 of my HangMega/OmegaPage Bullshit! (11/4/2020 & Full Gear 2020)
Man oh man. WOW.. just… Wow. Where the fuck do I even begin?
I went into Full Gear FULLY expecting for Hangman to pick up the win to finally shut up and humble Kenny Omega for a whole but no, he lost. HOWEVER, that man fought like HELL during their match together and it was so so so beautiful🥹
The dynamite before Full Gear really had my heart pulled with the two separate interviews they had for both Kenny and Hangman, with Hangman being in the absolute worse state of nervousness ever, and Kenny just casually bragging about how he’s gonna win this tournament easy peasy (I mean, he did, but still tho…)
And THEN the way that Hangman was the first one to come out and help out the Young Bucks after they got viciously attacked by FTR once again (with the glass of whiskey in his hand which had me CACKLING) and then Kenny casually strolling in to take the credit. But that fist bump he gave to Hangman?? And how Hangman accepted it?? But then quickly told Kenny “don’t you dare turn your back on me??” OOHHHHH MY HEARTTT
Speaking of Oh My Heart, THAT MONTAGE?? HELLO?? Did they specifically choose a breakup song to represent the two of them whenever they were showcasing their time together as both a tag team and whenever they were tag champs?? (Also Hangman.. bring back the hoochie shorts just one time PLEASE)
Their match at Full Gear really did feel like a breakup, or at least.. an exes with benefits match because there was TOOOO many times where the positions they were in made it look like they were fucking I’m not gonna lie, and Kenny pulling Hangman’s hair and nearly kissing him in some spots did NOT help with it at allllll.
Going back to Full Gear, KENNY’S ENTRANCE?? If I was Hangman and I heard the shit they was saying about him in the entrance I would’ve aired that bitch out no cap, making him catch TWO strays during Kenny’s entrance like the fuck??
All in all, I’m still sad about them, and I hope they can get back together soon but A. Hangman needs FUCKA therapy, and less time with a bottle, and B. Kenny needs to stop being so damn conceited sometimes and learn that sometimes it’s OKAY to NOT want to be a damn singles competitor, and to ALSO take responsibility for being the reason they lost the damn titles to FTR in the first place because I’m sooooo sick of just them blaming Hangman for losing the titles when Kenny was the one who hit the V-Trigger on him IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Alright. Now if you’ll excuse and pardon me, I’ve gotta finish watching Full Gear and pray to whatever spirit I believe that that A. The Young Bucks win (so they can calm tf down) B. MJF and Chris go off somewhere and hatefuck each other while Wardlow and Jake sit in the cuck chair. C. See this banger of a match between Darby and Cody, and D. Hopefully have Jon Moxley retain the belt against Eddie Kingston.
(Guys I swear I’m not doing this on purpose anymore it just keeps happening to me)
SCU and FTR was having a tag match for the Tag Team Championships and they had Hangman on commentary. They ask him “do you see yourself going after the tag belts again?” And he was like “Yeah of course! I would love to get back in the ring with Kenny!” Then the other commentators were like “oh interesting because Kenny says he’s done with the tag division and he’s in the singles now.”
“Interesting.. he said that yet he still hasn’t had a match yet has he?” Oh Hangman clocked the FUCK outta Kenny. And speaking of Kenny, that man has been MIA fr fr, and he needs to get the damn Young Bucks under control, over here kicking Tony S like that like god DAMN!
Back to Hangman. The way he was watching FTR in the ring as he was drinking at the booth, getting in touch and deep with his feelings about FTR as he was like “yeah I grew up with those boys wrestling in North Carolina and what not… it’s just.. it’s just a shame that this is where things are now.” Also.. JR why you have to bring up Hangman getting manipulated like that like damn don’t clock HIM. Even Hangman was like “now why’d you have to bring that up… :(“
All in all, I hope they get back together soon and hangman can (hopefully) stand up for himself this go round and basically don’t let both Kenny or FTR walk over him…. then again…. I don’t mind Hangman being pathetically with his apologizes and begging for forgiveness..
This is what happens when you’re a perverted overthinker like me XD.
For the kiss prompt how about #19 with HangKenny? Bonus if it's a chubby Hangman and Kenny is kissing him to help him feel less insecure
*gives doughnut*
Morning Kisses
19: Caressing inner thigh then slowly leaning in to trail kisses
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Kenny can't sleep. Jet lag still gets to him pretty bad and messes with his sleep cycle, but Adam lays next to him with steady breathing.
He glances at the clock, where it reads 5:53am, and he figures he can be selfish. Just a little bit.
"Hey, Adam," he whispers in Adam's ear. "Time to wake up."
Adam makes a satisfied noise and snuggles into Kenny. "No 'snot."
"It is if we want to sneak in some us time."
Adam hums again and scoots in closer to Kenny, throwing a leg over his hip. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Kenny laughs low. Adam, eyes still closed, tilts his head, inviting Kenny to go in for a kiss. Kenny relents, kissing Adam lazy and deep. He sides his hand under the sheets and between Adam's legs, teasing, glancing touches against the inside of Adam's thigh. Adam's eyes fly open.
"Okay, I'm awake," he says.
"You okay?" Kenny teases. "You seem a little out of breath." He throws the blankets off of both of them and slides between Adam's legs.
"Don't be an asshole," Adam laughs, resting his legs over Kenny's shoulders. He twitches as Kenny slowly kisses up his thigh. Kenny's sure not to go too fast, to draw it out the way he knows drives Adam crazy.
"Wasn't planning on being one," Kenny says, and then Adam's laughter turns into moans.
hangkenny & the song 'i hate myself for loving you'
Over Again - Also on AO3
Kenny and Adam have torn each other apart dozens upon dozens of times. The question now is whether it's worth the work to put each other back together.
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Title from Over Again by One Direction. Don't. Don't say it. Let me be a dork. Here have some angst. I hope this is the direction you're looking for!
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Adam feels tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he collides with Kenny, lips crashing together with less romance and more desperation.
“We shouldn’t do this,” Kenny says, as Adam works his lips across Kenny’s jaw. “Fuck, Adam, I – ”
“What?” Adam asks. The tears are welling in a way he can’t deny now, something more powerful trying to get out of him than can be said through words alone. “Are you gonna act like I’m the only one who wants this?”
“No!” Kenny yells back at him. “I just – I don’t want to want this.”
Adam falls back like he was hit. “What?”
“You think I don’t hate myself for loving you?” Kenny’s eyes are teary too. “Jesus, Adam, all we’ve done is destroy each other, ever since we won the stupid fucking titles. And now – now there’s no excuse to keep tearing ourselves apart, is there?” He rubs a fist across his eyes, but all it does is smear the tears across his face, make it more obvious. It somehow hurts Adam more. “We should – we should end this, now. Before we kill each other.”
Adam thought leaving him for dead in the ring was a fluke, an emotional reaction. Thought it was Kenny’s anger at losing superseding his love for Adam, that it was a one time thing.
“You really did mean to leave me, didn’t you,” Adam almost whispers.
“Yeah,” Kenny says. He won’t meet Adam’s eyes. “I did.”
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Adam leans down as the victory settles over him, as he hears his name announced as the new champion, hand on Kenny’s chest.
“I didn’t ever leave you,” he whispers to Kenny, head dipped so his hair hides his words from the world.
He doesn’t allow Kenny the chance to say anything back, just lets him leave the ring. He celebrates, bittersweet.
~
Adam isn’t going to cry, exactly, but he could throw up. The loss is his fault, he knows, but it would hurt less if it was against anyone else. John won’t look him in the eye, Matt seems to have lost any of the amiability he’d cautioned earlier in the summer, and Nick’s gestures feel empty now that his waist is bare.
He resists the urge to rub at the bruise Kenny left on him, though it would hurt less than the mark Kenny left on his soul.
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They stand in the ring together. The four of them. For the first time in years.
And Adam can’t meet Kenny’s eyes, just in case what he wants to see is missing. He can’t do that to himself. Not again.
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The broom feels a bit like forgiveness in the face of death, as Kenny passes it to Adam in front of the BCC. They haven’t been this close without trying to kill each other much in years, and Adam would be lying if he said he didn’t half expect Kenny to hit him with the broom.
He announces they are the Elite. Kenny doesn’t correct him. And Adam’s a little less anxious.
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“I did some terrible shit,” Kenny says, and Adam can barely believe his ears. “Back in the day. And I don’t know if you can ever forgive me. If we could ever go back to the way things use to be. The singing, and all that goofy stuff we just did. It’s fun, but I just…” Adam hears the ache in the silence. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to fully forgive me. And I’m sorry.”
This feels like the wrong moment to hesitate, like if he doesn’t say something right now Kenny will take it all back. “Yeah, um,” Adam says, “me too. You know, maybe. I don’t know, maybe we won’t get back to – this,” because he can’t say what they were to each other, not when this is all so fragile. “Maybe we won’t. Maybe it’s too late. Um.”
“I um –”
Adam speaks before he can stop himself. “But maybe we can.”
“If it’s any consolation, it’s something I’m willing to work on.”
Adam fights the smile, the hope that wells in his heart. “Me, too.”
“It’s, uh.”
“Me too.” Adam winces, wishing he hadn’t interrupted.
Kenny has what might be considered a smile in his eyes. “It’s what friends, do, right?”
Adam pretends that doesn’t feel like a knife just dug through his chest, the word friends. They never were truly friends. But, if that’s all Kenny’s able to give him anymore, it’ll be worth it.
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Adam speaks before he can stop himself. “For me and Kenny it was always different. I don’t know if we were ever really friends.” He won’t let himself mess this up. “Certainly not best friends. But, after everything we’ve been through, I think I’ve come to realize that we’ve always been something more than that.” He pauses for the shortest of moments, hoping Kenny hears his meaning, hears what he’s really saying with those words. “Something more important. And that’s family.”
He glances at the camera, and wonders if Kenny is watching.
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Adam is wondering if somebody redefined “friends” when he wasn’t paying attention, because Kenny’s got him shoved up against a line of lockers and is kissing him like the world might end if he stops.
“Hey,” Adam says, breath catching in his chest, “Kenny, hold on.”
Kenny pulls back, hands gripping Adam’s biceps almost hard enough to hurt. “What?”
“I – you want this?” Adam asks. He wants to pretend he doesn’t feel bewildered, baffled. But he does. “Me, I mean?”
“What?” Kenny asks. He stares at Adam, blue eyes searching. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Um,” Adam mumbles. “Yes?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kenny says, but he’s laughing as he shakes his head. “Of course I want you. I always have.”
Adam can’t meet his eyes. “I think always is a stretch.”
“It’s not,” Kenny says, voice going soft and sweet, the way Adam’s always melted for. “Even back then, the two of us, that’s what I really wanted.” He rests his forehead against Adam’s, inhaling deeply. “I think I knew I would hold you back.”
“You wouldn’t –”
“I would have.” Kenny stares him down. “Adam, I’m – I’m not a kind person, not really. Not always.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t have let you go for the belt, Adam. I would have been selfish about it. I would have – I would have sabotaged it all more.” Adam’s fighting to hold Kenny’s gaze. It’s not easy. But it feels important. “We needed to figure out who we were without each other. Otherwise we never would have grown.”
“You can’t know that,” Adam mutters. He doesn’t feel safe enough to hope.
“Doesn’t matter now, does it?” Kenny asks. He reaches out and catches Adam’s fingers in his, gentle. “All that matters is if you want to try again.”
Adam thinks of all the reasons on either side of it. They have the ability to destroy each other again, but they survived last time. They could pull the Elite apart at the seams, but they survived that last time, too.
He realizes there isn’t any damage left for them to do that they haven’t already done. Not to each other. Not to their friends. Not to themselves.
Adam steps into Kenny’s face and kisses him, letting the familiarity crash over him. Kenny’s arms pull him close. They still feel like home.
“Okay,” Adam murmurs against Kenny’s lips, the taste of tears and hope on his tongue. “Again.”
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Mini Playlist:
I Hate Myself for Loving You - Halestorm
Dearly Departed - Marianas Trench
Who You Are Without Me - Kate Voegele
Over Again - One Direction
18 ☆ { waking } them up with oral, ☆ { pulling } their hair
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Moonlight
Adam's having a pretty great dream - something a bit nebulous, floating through the stars with the moonlight curling around his body and sliding across his skin. One particular tendril slides around his dick, stroking intentionally. Adam hadn't expected moonlight to feel so wet and warm, but it is, and he wants more of it.
He doesn't know how much time passes, but he's aware of light in his eyes and warmth on his skin suddenly.
And a wet, slurping sound.
He blinks his eyes open and is slammed with sensation, eyes rolling back in his head for long enough that he has to shake his head out to figure out what's going on.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbles. Kenny looks up at him and winks, smiling around the head of Adam's cock.
"Had - had a dream," Adam gasps. He slides his hand down and tangles his fingers in Kenny's hair, a mild tug he knows Kenny likes. "Thought this was moonlight."
"You thought you were getting a blowjob from moonlight?" Kenny asks, looking incredulous. "You didn't automatically think it was me?!"
"It was a dream baby, breathe," Adam says, hand still in his hair. "You gonna stop?"
"No," Kenny huffs, "but I can't believe you had a sex dream while I was blowing you and your brain went 'oh, moonlight' instead of 'oh, my boyfriend.'" He shakes his head and slides his mouth back on Adam.
"Are - fuck, do that again - are you cussing me out with my dick in your mouth."
Kenny reaches up and flips him off.
Adam's still laughing when he comes down Kenny's throat a few minutes later.
