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himbos-hotline · 2 years

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fictober prompt two: "nobody warned you about me?" fandom: AEW [fanfiction] Name: I should've known you'd bring me heartache [Almost lovers always do] Word count: 1911 words Ship: one winged cowboys Characters: Adam Page, Kenny Omega, mentions of Doc Sampson Triggers: Unrequited love, Kenny is kinda an asshole here, Very breif mentions of smut but nothing graphic, anxiety, mentions of self harm/ self injury, wounds- mentions of bruises, blood, toxic masculinty Authors note: I know this is late but I got hit by depression which caused a creative block. Until now so I am buring through some. Yeah I really just project onto hanger here. The love isn't rejected. Kenny is just an asshole to hide his emotions. Also none of this is gonna be beta read, so if theres typos or reads weirdly im sorry /gen Taglist: @itsnoosetome @the-house-of-cards

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“What?” he hums, tangling a soft blond curl around his fingers as if he was sewing ribbons of heaven into the clouds themselves. Adam barely feels the tug and suddenly control is the last thing he has, his chin tilts upwards and he gathers Kenny into a kiss that feels like it's outshining the moon. Painted by starlight their bodies shift as one, Kennys name falls from his lips like an angel's prayer, low and bright and shimmering.

Looking into Kenny’s eyes feels like someone pouring salt into his wounds. He runs his tongue against the inside of his lip, ignoring the dull way that it stings. He follows the movement in his mind; left to right, left to right; slow and in time to his breathing. Green eyes focus distantly on his hands, tracing the drying blood that digs itself into his pale skin. It wasn’t a match that neither of them expected and now they sit, opposite ends of the medical room, staring at each other from the corner of their eyes.

Doc Samson sighs, tilting Adam’s head back to survey the wound on his forehead. Gloved hands brush against the fresh clot and blood slowly starts to ooze across his forehead again, brushing against his eyebrows before being wiped away with cotton pads. “A few stitches should keep this closed.” The doctor replies, pinching the torn bits of skin between his fingers.

“Okay..” All Adam wanted to do was curl under itchy hotel covers and nurse a bottle of whiskey as the night rolled past his windows. There’s a dull tug as his forehead is stitched up and soon he’s discharged to the locker room to shower and rest up. He goes to stand before a small voice squeaks in the back of his head and he sits down again, staring at Kenny with wide eyes.

Kenny blinks, pressing an ice pack against his shoulder. “What?” He scoffs, using his tongue to prod at a cut on his lip. Adam tries not to stare as his bottom lip swells slightly but his eyes follow Kenny’s tongue as it toys with the new wound like a lip ring. It's a small movement that Adam has to lean slowly to watch, the bench squeaking under his movements. “Stop staring at me. It's weird.” Kenny complains finally, shoulders hunching forward slightly as if Adam’s gaze was scalding, it sends a pang of emotions through Adam's stomach and he darts his eyes to stare back at his own hands. He hears Kenny sigh and then the sound of boots scuffing against the floor, uneven and stiff.

“I wasn't staring.” Adam complains, slumping against the other side. There's a gentle sigh and then the feeling of an arm wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “You're just a dick.”

“I am not a dick!” Kenny protests childishly, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout that makes Adam puff out a laugh through his nose. Beads of blood begin to bubble out the cut on Kenny’s lip and Adam wants nothing more than to lean forward and kiss them away before they stain his skin. “You're staring again, Hanger.”

“Sorry-”

Anxious green eyes stare at the arm wrapped around his shoulder, tracing bulging veins across the top of his hand; bright blue streams connecting to the river of his wrist, small islands of chewed nails and the sea that made up the rest of his body. His stomach knots awkwardly, suddenly feeling heavy at his swinging feet.

“Are ya done here?” Adam asks eventually, cracking his neck in hope that it breaks the feeling that seems to be slowly flooding his system. It doesn’t work and pain begins to grow behind his eyes, spreading out across his skull in angry waves. He rubs his eyes with his palms, smearing the last of fresh blood against the apples of his cheeks, staining them like warpaint and when stars fall away from his eyes, Adam catches Kenny staring, head tilted to the side. “What?”

“Nothing….Yeah, yeah I'm ready to go. You?” Kenny isn't sure why Adam stayed or why he chose to wrap him close to his body but there's a longing when he pulls away that paints itself so deeply in his bones, Kenny is sure that Adam’s name is branded into his bone marrow.

He shrugs a shirt over his head and smooths sore hands against the fabric and cracks a half smile when he turns back around, finding Adam still sitting on the bench, blood stained and wide eyed on the bench.

He tilts his shoulders back,sticks his chin out a little and holds out his hand. “You comin Cowboy?”

Adam takes his hand, linking sweaty fingers between colder ones and pressing calloused palm to calloused palm.

It feels real, strangely human. It feels like love.

Adam clings to Kenny’s hand as they exit the medical room. Bruises blossom over their skin, blood dries against sweat-stained skin, pain pulses through them like a poison, the tag titles shimmer against the dull lights of backstage. Pride swirls like sky dancers in their eyes and as they share half glances in the locker room mirror, the two of them smile and feel their hearts merge into one aggressive symphony.

They’re laying on the bed; watching the moonlight dance on the ceiling of Adam’s hotel room when Kenny leans closer and brushes his lips against the curve of Adam's jaw. It's quick and innocent and brings blood flooding across the tips of his ears as it drizzles down his face, painting his pale skin in a rose-like blush. Kenny giggles and props himself up on his elbows.

In the morning, pale skin is kissed by the sun's rays and Adam rolls over, feeling his fingers brush against stained sheets. A whine pulls itself from the depths of his chest and he rolls over slowly, eyes blinking awake in the early morning sun. “Kenny?” He whispers, fingers gripping at the last stray sections of warmth from the comforter that lays tossed at the bottom of the bed.

There’s no trace of Kenny Omega in the hotel room; no clothes scattered on the floor, no body that lays warm and human against his fingertips. He was simply a ghost that existed in the dullness of pain and euphoria stained memories. “Oh.” He sighs, collapsing back into the sheets, burying his face in the pillows.

There’s a small part of him that understands. Adam isn’t what people look for in a partner;.people want men who wear greens and reds, people want men whose voice doesn’t quivver. They don't want the anxious wannabe cowboy who talks to animals more than people and dresses himself in doll-like pinks and bright yellows.

People don’t want Adam Page.

Kenny doesn’t want Adam page.

He presses his face against his pillow, pinning it against his face until colors swirl against the white pillowcase and black dots begin to cloud his vision. His lungs burn for air and Adam takes in hefty gasps when he pulls the pillow away. The sun presses its warm hands against his bare skin and Adam jolts away, placing bare feet against the old hotel carpet.

He showers away the last few stray spirits of Kenny off his skin; shame burning every movement.

Kenny calls him an hour after he steps out of the shower. His voice is soft and buzzes around Adam's head like a bee, it stings his ears and Adam feels like there's spiders under his skin.

“You're unnaturally quiet Cowboy. Whats sup?” Kenny asks, chuckling over the sound of video game music.

“Why did you leave?” The question falls from his mouth like dying petals and it sits on the floor in front of him, draws itself like a chalk outline on the sheets mapping itself around the long since shaken out indent that Kenny had left behind. The phone line crackles and Adam tilts his phone as if trying to make Kenny’s voice fall out of it.

“Nobody warned me about me?” Kenny laughs and it makes Adam feel dirty. “It’s just a thing I do with my partners. We win, I sleep with them and then I go back to my room. It's like a reward. Afterall, I did get the pin yesterday I think I deserved something.``

“Oh…right.” He’s picking awkwardly at his phone case, nails tapping against the plastic annoyingly. Adam wishes his hands would still, that his brain would whirr up sentences. But he feels like he's shutting down.

“You’re just something to do, Hangy.”

Adam doesn’t say anything. Just feels his lungs still in his chest and feels his mouth go dry. His teeth feel on edge as if someone had brushed them with barbed wire and cotton pads. The line clicks close and Adam tilts his body forward, pressing aching fingers to his temples. His blunt nails scratch against the stitches that peak out his hairline like a curious snake. He curls a finger and yelps at the pain that floods his system.

He thumbs over bruises and half expects his hands to come back soot stained and filthy and Adam is almost surprised when he’s met by the same pale skin he always sees.

Dirt feels like it sticks under his skin and Adam feels like he needs to turn his skin inside out. He retreats to the shower, turning it to its hottest setting. The water blanches his skin a red and he tries to not focus on how familiar the red looked on his skin. How it almost matched the red that painted his face as Kenny whimpered his name, pressing his face into the curve of his neck.

Water turns red, then pink, then clear again as Adam creates a canvas of wounds over his hips. A private artwork done by a shattered artist that will never be put on display. It tingles and he rolls his head back against the wall as he drops his implement of creation.

He turns the water off and stays leaning against the wall, blinking through a curtain of dark hair and chilling water droplets that trace their way down his cheeks. The feeling of disgust is still there, burning like a wildfire in his heart.

His reflection stares at him from the foggy mirror across the hall. Judgemental eyes blink at him and Adam wants nothing more than to slam his balled up fists against his reflection face until the glass shatters and he's as unrecognizable as he feels. Instead, he just grabs a towel and drops his chin, walking past the mirror as if it was a judgemental parent.

He dresses, long sleeves and loose jeans and smiles thankfully when room service changes his sheets, joyfully relieved when the cleaner doesn't spot stray stains against the white.

The cart wheels squeak as she pushes it out his room and finally alone, Adam curls back into bed. He closes his eyes and pulls his legs to his chest.

Maybe he had warned himself about Kenny omega. Maybe he should have held his heart closer to his chest, drowned it so deeply in alcohol that it painted his bloodstream amber brown and sap like in his veins. Maybe he should paint his body in gloriously disgusting scars until he’s being held together by strings of tendons and the last ribbons of muscle.

Maybe destroying himself would make Kenny’s heart call back to his swan song.

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thegeminisage · 6 years

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SUPER SPOILERY REVIEW OF STAR WARS

im putting it behind a cut, but if cuts aren’t working for u and you see a fuckton of text, SCROLL PAST IT. those are spoilers!!!!!!

OK HERE WE GO LAST CHANCE BIG SPOILERS AHEAD

the good (lots of this):

every single scene with carrie fisher in it

that they didn't KILL leia god i'm so relieved

her little fakeout death w/ the recovery at the end i ugly cried that's how relieved i was

i’ll note that for that one second i really thought she had drowned in moonlight

seeing her fly back to cheat death was so fucking good for a moment it was like carrie gave death the finger and was with us again

here’s a nice review about how this was accidentally the kindest and most loving goodbye to carrie and leia i agree with all of it

also rose is amazing i love her so much from her starry-eyed hero worship of finn converting to straight up stunning him a second later down to her saving him at the last second

like she's in a lot of pain but she does what needs doing - even giving away her pendant (tho i'm relieved she got it back) - even crashing into finn when he's being an idiot!

finn is still very much himself, by which i mean he's fully 1000% "bye y'all lmao" when shit gets hairy

the comedy!!! god it was SO FUNNY poe’s call with hux the little porg bird thingies luke trolling rey like 11/10 on humor it never felt too badly timed and honestly in such a serious movie and in such serious times i think we all needed that? like, there's never a wrong time to try and lighten your load, yk

all the space stuff was done well in general actually - like the alien race on the island, the icy fox creatures, they were nice star wars-y lil details and really added a LOT to the feel of the movie

the music as always was 10/10

it really sort of kind of is the last of the jedi?! (more on this later but at least the temple burned)

REY AND POE FINALLY GOT TO MEET

speaking of poe, his mother/son relationship with leia :')

luke skywalker high key Did That he really did face down the whole first order with nothing but a light saber

luke getting to see leia and his droids one last time ;_;

also, R2 hitting below the belt by playing the Original recording of leia that was one of the 3 times i cried (the other two being when leia survived the space thing and when luke showed up to meet the rebels & leia)

bb8 was honestly so wonderful & when poe was like HEY happy u guys are alive wheres my droid! it honestly gave me life

YODA!!!!! i was so happy to see him :')

rip snoke u dumb bitch lmao

kylo ren didn't get redeemed!!!! suck it r*ylo shippers

the bad (barely any of this):

kylo ren came THIS CLOSE to getting redemption and rey was full on suckered into this fuckboy's drama-angst and i think she'd be smarter than that like they did her dirty and actually i'm sure the r*ylo shippers are delighted, which: disgusting. he only tortured her! no big deal!!!

i Do Not Like the subtle implication of a rose/finn/rey love triangle. like, mostly because i hate, hate, HATE love triangles, ESPECIALLY ones that pit two women against each other, but also, people will get very ugly over this if we go this direction. please lets dont, can’t everything just be gen, Please Lets Dont

the nitpicky (by which i mean, not too bad exactly, but could have been way better):

that codebreaker guy flip-flopped alliances too many times. first we liked him, then hated him, then liked him, then hated him—one or two misdirections is plenty, past that you're just overdoing it

they did phasma dirty she deserved more Depth rather than to be some throaway villain i expected finn to empathize with and spare her at the last second, But No

not thrilled poe spent most of the film kinda sitting around and not interacting with finn or rey or bb8 ecept thru comms—mixed feelings on his plotline in general, it was good he learned some stuff but bad that he sort of had to carry the idiot ball to do it, and it's emotional whiplash to spend the whole movie thinking he's right and when he suceeds he'll show them all! and then have him very much not do that and present it as character development - there should have been some sort of audience awareness that he was making bad choices, but instead they just made purple haired lady look like a bitch until the last second

also not thrilled rey didn’t get to interact with anybody but luke and kyle ron like :/ cmon i miss her and finn!! i wanted to see her finally INTERACT with poe!!!!! not just meet him!!

rey's parentage technically thematically makes sense but it was executed so weirdly and without confirmation that it was the absolute truth that i don't know if it's For Real and it didn't gut punch me like it was intended to, i think

i was expecting them to go "the force belongs to all of us, no more jedi!!" until the very last second when they kinda chickened out and it was okay i guess but also :/ mixed message!!! i suspect they can't do that bc marketing lol

there were a lot of fakeout deaths and it really stressed me out they might have gone too hard there

the side trip to the city felt a Teensy bit unnecessary like im all for rose's development i LOVE ROSE but if they could have found themselves there rather than gone out of their way to go i would have bought it a little more

i don’t like rose mortally wounding herself/risking her life for finn with the immediate romantic implication after like...let her do that OR smooch on finn or like even do both at different times in the movie but Don't do both at the same time like No Man Is Worth Your Life, not even finn, the Only good man!!!

there was one tiny moment of queerbait for finn and poe which........dont

like i almost wonder if the lil smooch was to try and discourage the finnpoe shippers like for some reason when writers hear about fandom shipping two dudes their reactiosn are always 1. give one of them a gf 2. separate them like why bother with romance plotlines at all it always gets ugly i hate it

i was slightly confused when luke died i didn't realize it was happening til it was over like overall im at peace w/ how he went out especially considering theres definite room for force ghost stuff later but was he like looking at himself near the end? maybe i missed something but i like thought he saw something in the sun and i was like oh shit the first order came to blow him up! and then the suns were covered with clouds and i was like ??? and then he was looking at himself and there were two suns and then he vanished! and like i got that he died and why he died but was was the thing in the sun did they shoot the planet destroying canon did he hallucinate the other sun it was all just very ???????

OVERALL:

4/5 for the above mentioned reasons. i would have given it a 5 if not for that kylo ren bullshit like they’re doing rey so wrong with that it’s my main beef with the movie

my favorite from the first was finn but this time it’s rose (sorry finn)

my least favorite as always is kylo ren

#/#//#///#////#/////#personal #star wars #star wars spoilers #spoilers #tlj spoilers #the last jedi #the last jedi spoilers #im sorry thats every tag i know i hope nobody gets spoiled by this........

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