pairing: kenny omega x reader

plot: reader has a nightmare that has them whimpering in their sleep.

genre: an attempt at angst and fluff

warning: cheating, implied smut, swearing

word count: 3.1k

author's note: i am so sorry to the people that requested but this is what my sad, little sleep deprived brain wanted to write first. matt fic hopefully coming soon!

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it's been a while since you saw kenny. he's had so much on his plate lately. interviews and podcasts, aew's video game, evp duties, and wrestler duties are only the top of the iceberg for your boyfriend. to make it a bit easier on himself and his body, he told you that he wanted to stay in florida for a while, just so he wouldn't have to travel as much and you agreed. you've been with him since his days with new japan pro-wrestling where you would be separated for a much longer amount of time. a few days without kenny would be a piece of cake.

you counted the days that passed by, hoping to see kenny again soon but his date of arrival to finally come home kept on getting pushed back.

"tony said he's planning on signing someone so there's probably gonna be more meetings. i'll wait for a few days and if he doesn't say that i'm needed, i'll come back home, okay baby? i miss you." a few more days.

"yeah tony needed us to help with paperwork and stuff with the new signee." a week.

"adam and the bucks wanted to hang out, you don't mind, don't you? thanks babe. you're the best." two weeks.

it seemed like there was always another reason as to why he couldn't come home. your suspicions were further raised when other excuses came.

"something didn't go according to plan with the video game, babe. i don't want to bore you with the tech talk so i'll just leave you with that." but you were also into video games? he couldn't bore you with talking about video games. you've spent many hours with him just talking about those things. you didn't push the subject anymore, though and accepted it. maybe he was too tired to explain. a month.

"yeah um, i'm gonna be on wrestling observer radio and a couple of other podcasts. being the champ isn't easy, you know?" he said with a chuckle. you wished him luck, then waited a couple of days. there was no podcast. you checked dave meltzer's twitter, no mention of kenny in his podcast. you even checked reddit, kenny wasn't on a podcast and wasn't scheduled - to public knowledge, anyway - to be on a podcast. nevertheless, you just smiled and nodded and pretended everything was fine. two months now.

you weren't getting anywhere with this so you decided to book a flight to jacksonville to visit kenny. something was up and you didn't know what it was. maybe he's getting sick of you? maybe you're too enthusiastic and he's tired of being around you? maybe you're just too much for him to handle, or just too much, period. you had no idea. you trusted him though, that maybe he's only been that way because he's stressed, that's what you thought was the most likely option. now that you've thought about it, even in the past, kenny sometimes gets a bit.. weird.. whenever he gets stressed. this is probably no different.

my poor baby

excitement filled you once you've landed and the warm heat of the florida sun hit you. nevermind that it was burning you, you put on sunscreen, or that it was humid. you were seeing kenny today!

finally coming to the realization that kenny has probably been acting weird because of the stress on his shoulders, you decided to go to the nearest mall and go shop for things that may help him relax.

you went to shops like bath and body works to buy all sorts of oils, bath bombs, bubble baths, and the such, then went to other stores to buy skincare things like face masks and creams. they always worked for you, making you feel refreshed and like a new person when you've done it. you hoped that it would have the same effect on kenny. you also bought a few candles, just so he had options for what ever he felt like or what ever would relax him the most. there were some sweet scents - which you doubted would destress him but it was worth a shot - citrus scents, floral scents, and a few others. your nose hurt after smelling so much products, but kenny was worth it.

once you were content with your mini spa haul of sorts, you headed to the apartment kenny was staying at, the one he told you about and an apartment you helped him pick. you were so excited to see him, and hoped he was excited to see you too.

thankfully, you didn't get stopped at the receptionist area. you were able to go straight to the elevators and walking to kenny's room since you knew exactly where he was staying. your leg would be bouncing like crazy if you weren't walking and your heart was pounding. you had a weird gut feeling as you walked towards his room. maybe it's because you haven't seen him in so long and you missed him so much?

it shocked you that kenny's room was unlocked. when he was home, he would always remind you to never keep the door to the house unlocked. maybe it's just because he's looking out for you and is scared that a strange man will get into the house while he's not around to help you?

your bag filled with goodies for kenny was heavy and the fingers holding it was hurting. you knew there would be deep indents from the bag layers on but you couldn't help but giggle when you walked into the living room. there were strange noises coming from the bedroom and you realized you must have caught him in a.. private time. there was no judgements though, he's been away from you, his partner, for so long. you couldn't blame him if he needed to take care of himself. it's a normal thing.

you tiptoed to his bedroom, trying to be discreet as possible and wanting to surprise him. you got giddy just at the thought of catching him red-handed with his hand down his pants. you could visualize the way his face would heat up in embarrassment as you laughed at him, but soon enough you would be below him helping him out with his business.

a bad feeling washed over you though when you got closer and heard other noises that accompanied his moans. a feminine voice. he's probably just watching a video, you're being paranoid. but it still felt wrong. the bad feeling in your stomach didn't subside no matter how much common sense you would shove into your brain.

finally, you pushed the bedroom door open with a grin you forced on - you didn't feel like smiling when you got those horrible thoughts that didn't make much sense - "you having fun, ke-" the teasing question died in your throat.

maybe your thoughts weren't so nonsensical after all.

kenny stared at you wide-eyed while the blonde on top of him gathered herself in the blankets, covering her body up. looking into her eyes, it was clear she had no idea what was happening. she clearly had no idea kenny was already in a relationship. there was a lot of confusion there and perhaps the only thing that stopped her from asking what was going on was the way you glared at kenny and his mouth was opening and closing with no words coming out.

you dropped your bag of things for kenny and turned around, heading for the door, but you heard his footsteps as he stood up from the bed. "baby, baby i can explain, okay?"

you chuckled facing him, "don't fucking call me 'baby', kenny. and what is there to explain," you gestured to the woman - still in shock and naked - in his bed.

he couldn't make an excuse, incomplete sentences coming out of his mouth, "i-i, [y/n], it's not- i-"

"you cheated kenny. there's no other way around it. you cheated." you turned on your heel to leave the room, getting your luggage back that you left by the doorframe.

you didn't expect this from kenny at all. sure, there were many people on the internet saying that you didn't deserve him, that he deserved better, prettier, more handsome, smarter, more talented, and there were also times where you believed that, but kenny always reassured you that you were enough, that he wanted you and loved you. even in the instance that he finally wanted to move on to someone better, you thought he would at least have the decency to tell you and probably break up with you properly instead of doing this. it was like you didn't even know him anymore. maybe you didn't even know him in the first place. maybe this is all just a silly game to him. it hurt to think about, but you realize it's a real possibility.

you've reached the lobby now, and you were about to go outside when you feel a hand on your wrist. it didn't take a genius to guess whose hand it was. "don't," was all he said and so you laughed.

"really kenny? after all that, all you can tell me is 'don't'? i may not be as big a superstar than you but i think i deserve better than that." you tugged your wrist free and stepped outside, the humidity that slapped your face made it flush for all the wrong things.

but of course, he stepped outside too, having a firmer grip on your wrist now, not enough to hurt or bruise, but enough to keep you in place for whatever he wanted to say. you weren't having it though.

"i'm sorry. i have no excuse, i cheated," he had his head down in shame, couldn't look you in the eyes after what he had done, or maybe it was simply because you caught him.

"i-i love you through. i love you so much, please don't. don't leave, don't. i-i have so much planned for us, i still want us to get married and travel the world together. i wanna grow old with you, [y/n] please." he begged. he got the courage to look at you now and you saw the tears in his eyes.

still, you stood your ground. "you don't cheat on the ones you love, kenny. you don't hurt them. you don't break your promises. you don't love me," you trailed off then.

"maybe, maybe you did, once upon a time," and that hurt to say, because you love him and it's like he doesn't feel the same way about you. not anymore, at least. it's a pill that's hard to swallow.

"but not anymore. you wouldn't know what love is if it slapped you in the face." you hated yourself for hating the look on his face, the way you still wanted to reach up and somehow comfort him, wipe his tears away. even after what he had done, your arms on your sides still twitched, longing to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be fine like how you had done so many times before. not this time, because before, it was the right thing to do. not this time.

and he couldn't reply to you, he was just staring at the ground crying.

subconsciously, you wished he would say something because that meant you could stay in his presence for a little while longer, it meant that you wouldn't turn around right now and walk away from him, never to return.

but he was wordless. after all, what could he say? anything and everything would practically be meaningless after what he had done and he hated himself for it.

so you turned around and started to walk away.

"[y/n]!" no. this is for the best.

"[y/n] no please, i love you so much, please no," you willed yourself not to turn around, clenching your hands so tightly that you could feel your fingernails dig into your flesh, and it hurt, but it seemed to fade into the background. you were far in too much pain to notice.

"[y/n]!" there were hands on your shoulders now, and you jolted awake, sitting up so fast you almost got whiplash. his reflexes, bless, was the only the only thing that saved you from accidentally head-butting him.

you didn't know why he looked so worried and concerned for you until your hands instinctively went up to your face. it was wet and you realized you were crying. hard.

a sob broke out of your chest before you even realized it, and you tried to take a deep inhale, but your nose was all clogged up. it only put more stress on your confused, sad, in distress self.

kenny gathered you all up in his arms and you buried your face in his chest, getting it moist with your tears. the dream, although still fresh enough to sting, wasn't the reason you were crying right now. you weren't sure of the exact reason yourself, but you held on to kenny's arms all the same, and he kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back in an attempt to make you feel better.

when you calmed down, he loosened the way you were tucked in his chest so that you were still close to him, but you were leaning back into his arms now, and he could look at you clearly -- as clear as he could at two in the morning with blackout blinds preventing the moonlight from pouring into the room and the bedside lamp not being on.

"are you okay?" it was obvious that you weren't so kenny bit his lip and looked away for a moment. "what happened?"

you pulled your knees to your chest, arms stacked on top of them, then brought your chin to rest on your arms. "nightmare," was all you said.

it felt stupid in every sense of the word. you were a grown adult now for heaven's sake! you shouldn't be getting this level of startled and scared by a nightmare. it shouldn't go to the level of your partner having to wake you up, terrified for your sake, but it just felt so real and the thought of losing kenny was one you hated more than anything. and you absolutely despise cheating as well.

"do you want to talk about it?" you knew he meant it, that he was actually giving you an option of not talking about it. you weren't being forced, he just wanted to do whatever he could to make you feel better, and he didn't quite know what that is yet.

you peaked at him for a second before looking down. "i don't think you'll like it," you liked to think that you were pretty secure in your relationship so you would really rather not to talk about it, but you also knew that it would be flat-out unhealthy to keep it all inside, knowing how much it affected you.

"why do you think i won't like it?"

your voice was small when you replied, "because it's stupid,"

a motion from the man in front of you made you look up at him. he was shaking his head. "if it affects you, it matters to me. i won't think it's stupid."

"okay," you said slowly before telling him all about your nightmare.

simply retelling it made you tear up and cry again. you actually had to stop speaking in the middle of it because of how much you were crying.

like he said, kenny didn't think it was stupid. he hated it though, that's for sure. it was downright cruel of your mind to have you dream of that. he was sure that if he had a nightmare like that, he would react in a similar way you did too.

by the end of your storytelling, both of you were laying in bed, your head on his chest and his arms around your frame in a comforting manner.

"i'm sorry you dreamt of that, baby. that sounds so bad," he shook his head, lightly tightening his grip around you.

"you know i wouldn't do that to you though, right?"

"yeah i know," you avoided his eyes, drawing invisible patterns on his chest instead so you wouldn't notice the gravity of the situation. you felt a bit fragile and sensitive right now, you didn't want to cry again or anything like that.

kenny grasped your tracing hand into his own, laying them on top of his heart. you didn't know whether he meant to do that or not -- he probably did. you know how extra this man is.

"look at me,"

and you did, meeting his pretty blue eyes in the dark. they held an emotion you couldn't quite put your finger on. he looked sad? but also determined and there was so much love there.

"i would never, never, cheat on you. i love you and i could never hurt you like that. you're the best thing that ever happened to me. i love you. i can't.. i won't risk losing you, okay?" any insecurities you had melted away. he looked so sincere as he told you that, how could you ever doubt or second guess him? you couldn't. he could make anyone believe anything with that gaze he's looking at you with.

you breathed out an "okay," before he settled, adjusting himself on his back, as well as you on his chest, looking to go back to sleep. you weren't against that. you felt exhausted.

after a few moments with his eyes closed, he spoke again. "you had me worried for a second there, baby. you were writhing and crying and whimpering in your sleep,"

"i tried to hold you again, but you kept on pushing me away. you were talking in your sleep too, but you were just.. whispering? muttering? i don't know. i couldn't understand what you were saying,"

his lip was between his teeth and his eyes were shut tight like he was about to cry himself. "i didn't know if you were awake or asleep. i mean.. i know you're asleep but.. i was panicking, i guess? didn't know if.. it was you consciously pushing me away.. if you.. decided you didn't want me anymore." his voice was so quiet that if you weren't paying attention, you probably wouldn't have caught it. you then picked up on the fact that he realized if his voice was louder than it was, it would break along with the dam.

you hugged him as best as you could in your current position. "i scared you, i'm sorry."

he let out a huff of a laugh. "you're the one who got a nightmare, and you're the one apologizing? no way,"

you felt him press a kiss on top of your head again. "sweet dreams, baby."