pairing: kenny omega x reader

prompt: carrying the other one in their arms

genre: general

warning: violence i guess? they wrestling

author's note: my first request from tumblr, how exciting!!

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you weren't really supposed to be there, technically, but they were your friends - maybe a little more than that when it came to one of them - and you supported each other.

kenny and the bucks had a match against roppongi 3k and as they always do, they were tearing the house down. you were throughly enjoying being ringside for your boys. you always knew being ringside at a match breathed a different sort of energy than it did watching the match backstage, and that was the reason why you insisted on being their personal cheerleader on this particular match. it wasn't like it was a foreign concept either. you were a bullet club member, they were bullet club members, it wasn't exactly unheard of, but still, the bucks and especially kenny - bless his heart - still protested against your idea.

"you could get hurt out there, [y/n]"

"rocky and the boys are safe workers but things can be unpredictable, you know that!"

"we just don't want you to get hurt."

but you were just as stubborn as your boys. you reminded them that you were a wrestler too, and their comments all fell on deaf ears.

"just promise you'll be careful and alert out there, [y/n]" kenny softly murmured, knowing that you weren't backing out. the bucks sighed in defeat with their hands on their hips, but you reassured them. "i promise."

in your defense, you were able to stay true to your promise for the most part but things happen!

you were busy smack talking a fan - it wasn't something you usually did but this fan was different. he kept on shouting obscene things throughout the whole show and you've simply had enough, telling him to shut up - and you weren't aware of the things happening around you. you didn't realize that matt and nick were going for a stereo suicide dive and you were in the splash zone.

when it connected, one of the guys hit you, not with full force, but still with enough force to push you down and make your head collide with the steel railing barricade. hard.

the only thing you were grateful for was - you assumed - the fact that the obnoxious fan was kicked out, you weren't able to hear his yells anymore, but maybe that was because of your head pounding and your ears ringing.

you could faintly hear one of the bucks swearing under their breath as well as the bell ringing, and just as fast, you feel arms going under your knees and neck, picking you up bridal-style.

"you promised me you were gonna be careful." kenny's voice was clearer now but you just groaned and buried your head in his chest, not caring about the sweat pouring from him.

when you guys got backstage you looked up at him and gave your excuse. "some guy in the crowd wouldn't shut up". it didn't seem like he accepted it though, as he chuckled and shook his head at you.

it sounded like he mumbled a "you're adorable." but you couldn't be sure if it was your brain tricking you. surely not, right? yeah, you and him harmlessly flirted every and now again but that's all it was, right? harmless flirting? you couldn't be sure.

soon enough, you were in the trainor's room and being placed on one of the beds there. following protocol, kenny and the bucks left as you were examined for any possible injuries.

the doctor asked a few questions, poking and prodding at your head and you answered honestly. there really wasn't anything to worry about. at this point, you just had a bit of a headache and a little dizzy, two things that were completely normal after the bump you've taken and the doctor agreed with you, only giving you some painkillers to help.

when you left the room, kenny immediately enveloped you in his arms. "you had me worried there for a sec." he breathed out. you hugged him back, before reassuring him for the second time that night. "i'm alright kenny, no harm done."

he pulled back from your embrace, only to kiss your forehead, something he's never done in the past and because of that, you quirked an eyebrow at him.

a blush quickly rose up his chest and to his face as he scratched the back of his head. "do i really need to spell it out for you, [y/n]?" another eyebrow raise confirmed what he asked in the affirmative.

he looked away from you, the blush heavily increasing in pigment. "i like you, [y/n], okay? i don't just flirt with anyone." he trailed off.

the grin on your face was humongous though, and you asked him out to dinner, something he (adorably) stammered to agree to.