memories
pairing: kenny omega x reader
plot: kenny making the reader cry.. by being the best boyfriend ever
genre: fluff
warning: n/a
word count: 3.5k
author's note: hey.. so i kinda.. lost control? nonnie, i am so sorry, but this ain't a drabble eisjwjsjne. i'm willing to rewrite it if you want?
also god this request?? amazing. i daydream about this all the time. anon, i think you and i share a braincell. anyways, my end goal here is to have y'all (and me) saying god i wish that were me.
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it's a whirlwind in the room that you are currently in, three of your best friends running all around you and touching, fixing up your attire and hair, making sure that there wasn't a strand out of place.
"how's that? too tight? can you breathe? it looks good. you good?"
"this damn section of hair! cooperate! it's a special day!"
they pulled, tapped, smoothed out, pushed everywhere. there were hands all over the place, all making sure you looked picture perfect on your special day.
your stomach felt queasy all the way through, not in a getting cold feet type of way, but more so in a "i can't believe this is finally happening" kind of way. you've always wanted this to happen ever since you met kenny. you've always known he was the one. whenever you talked to your friends about him and told them that you wanted to marry him, some of them laughed it off, telling you were naive or "it's impossible to tell that at the stage you're in, [y/n]. give it some time before proposing to the man!" but there were times where you knew. where you get that good feeling in your gut and you just know.
this is one of those times.
"okay, i think it's done." you couldn't recognize whose voice that is, your mind clouded by your thoughts. all you knew was that you're in front of a mirror and they were giving you some space. time to see how you looked like? whether you think they did a nice job?
you stared at yourself for a while, not exactly recognizing the person stood in front of you. this stranger's smile was bright, their eyes filled with emotions and a love for life. their cheeks were a light shade of red. you couldn't tell whether it was makeup or natural pigmentation.
"c'mon, [y/n], don't leave us hanging here." there were nerves in their voice, clearly scared by your lack of words and just wanting to know whether they gave you your dream look. the voice was shaky as they said that.
turning your head to face them, you gave a bigger smile. "i love it,". they let out a sound of delight, clapping their hands together before hugging you. "oh [y/n], i'm so glad!"
they sniffled before turning so you were both facing the mirror, and their arm was still squeezing you. "i can't believe you're getting married now. it seems like just yesterday you tripped and landed on your face while playing tag."
you rolled your eyes, lifting your hand to gently swat their arm, but they were faster. they grabbed your hand before pulling you towards the door gently, getting something - you couldn't tell what it is. probably something you're gonna need later when you're finally reunited with him - from the table and dragging you towards the door where you're gonna make your appearance.
they gave you the thing they got from the table then held your wrists in their hands. "okay, i need to go to my seat now. you got this okay?" they leaned over to peck your cheek and hug you for the nth time that day. "this is my last time hugging a not-married [y/n]." you could see that there were tears in their eyes as pulled away and began walking to the guestroom.
then it was just you. to say that you were internally freaking out would be the understatement of the century. there was nothing to put your focus on except the plain beige walls in the hallway. there was no painting or sculptures or anything of the sort. just an undecorated beige wall with white accents.
your hands began to become clammy and cold and you shook off them, reminding yourself that there was nothing to be scared of, nothing to be anxious about. it's just your kenny, your best friend kenny. the kenny whose always got your back through thick and thin. the kenny who fought for you through all the troubles that came with your relationship, whether it be usual relationship drama that every couple went through or about his busy schedule. it was just the kenny you wanted to spend your entire life with since you got to know him. there was nothing to be scared of.
slow, familiar piano music filled your ears as two people - hotel staff? - came into your line of sight and smiled at you. "it's a big day, i hope you're ready." they held the doors, then opened it for you. the music got louder and you marveled at the sight in front of you. sure, you had envisioned it before. you and kenny were the ones to plan the wedding so you should have expected this but this is beyond amazing. your imagination did it dirty.
your friends and family stood up as you made your appearance, the gasps and smiles they involuntarily - they couldn't help but smile at you - shot your way only made you happier, but that's not what makes this moment important, it was the man at the end of the aisle, standing at the altar waiting for you. you beamed at him as he looked at you with teary eyes, using his index finger to wipe the tears out of the corner of his eyes. his best friend was beside him, putting a supportive, anchoring hand on his shoulder. he too, has been in this position before and knows how special this is to the both of you. you couldn't hear him speak, but saw his mouth moving, the smile creeping up.
"enjoy this moment, man. nothing's gonna top this." but it seems like the man you were about to call your husband in the next few minutes wasn't listening either. he was too busy admiring you.
it seemed like nothing else mattered. there is no one in the room but you and him, and him and you. everything and everyone around you was a blur, fading into the background and he was the only thing that was clear.
"kenny, fancy seeing you here." his smile only widened when you got closer to him, taking your place in front of the altar alongside him.
your eyes opened all of a sudden - talk about a dream - before taking in the room you were in. it was normal, and what usually greeted you when you woke up, the complete opposite of what you dreamt of. and as per usual, kenny wasn't there. he was miles away -- taking the world by storm, killing the business and changing the world, like he aimed to do. in spite of this, he was always a loving and caring boyfriend to you. everyday, you'd text each other and tell each other about your day went, when he didn't have much to do, you guys would always facetime, and when your schedule was free, you'd even visit him there. no matter how far away he was, you still felt his love. you never once doubted his love for you because he didn't give you any reason to. he stayed loyal to you, and you to him. besides, he always made it up to you whenever he went home.
you smiled at the mere thought of him, sinking back into the bed and turning to his side, playing with the loose thread on the covers. your smile widened at a memory that you remembered.
"kennyyy," you whined at him, trying to tug the blankets back over your body. he didn't budge though, still continuing to pull the warm, comforting blanket away from you. "lemme sleep!!"
"it's already noon," he chuckled at you, amused by your antics. much to your surprise and approval, he finally let go of your blanket and so you closed your eyes again and snuggled further into them, planning to get thirty more minutes of peaceful sleep. only, this was interrupted by him literally jumping on the bed and kissing you all over your face making you yelp, then laugh.
"kenny! your beard! it tickles!" you let out between your fits of giggles. it's his favorite sound in the world. you instinctively tried to push him off of you, but really, you enjoyed the feeling. the both of you wished you could stay in that moment forever.
the memory had you feeling happy, the pleasant emotion spreading throughout your veins. it had your eyes sparkling with wonder and joy as you leapt out of bed and wandered into the bathroom to fix yourself up before you got started on your day.
the person that looked back at you from the mirror there resembled the person you saw in your dream. happy, content, and in love with life. some time ago, you may have thought that this was impossible, but kenny just had that effect on you. he could light up your entire world by just being there and existing. often times, you'd hope that you gave him the same feeling of happiness and safety he brought you.
while you were washing the remnants of yesterday out of your face, much like earlier, your eyes landed on a specific spot on your shared bathroom and it triggered a good memory you shared with kenny. it flooded your senses in the most pleasant way.
you were so stressed with work and he knew that. the workload just kept on piling up and it felt like you couldn't catch a break. you were trying your hardest, but it seemed like that wasn't enough no matter what people said. it was the worst feeling in the world. however, kenny wanted to lift your spirits up a bit. it was the least he could do.
he got a bunch of fancy bath products - after making a fool out of himself in the shop. what's the difference between a body butter, a body yogurt, and plain ol lotion, anyway? - then surprised you with the most relaxing bath you have ever had in your life, and you've taken a lot of baths.
it was nice. it was something you definitely needed at the time, and you were certain that kenny either knew you too well, or was a mind-reader. there was a tray at the front part of the bathtub. that was where the snacks and laptop was placed, and you sat between kenny's legs -- his original plan was just for you to be there alone, but you convinced him to join because he made you feel safe and happy. while your favorite movie was playing, he was playing with your hair, gently scratching at your scalp. it was definitely an euphoric experience for you. at times, you would just randomly lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. when you did this, he would wrap his arms around your frame and kiss the top of your head with an "i love you," coming out of his lips.
once you were done freshening up in the bathroom, you headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast for yourself. you decided to whip up something you didn't make frequently because of how much effort and time it usually took you. today though, you were in such a good mood that you were up for the challenge.
you grabbed all the ingredients you needed after you checked the recipe then set it all on the smooth counter. and of course, your mind started to wander again.
it was christmas of twenty twenty. he was bummed out by the fact that due to the worldwide pandemic, he wasn't going to be able to spent the holidays with his family. he can't recall a christmas he didn't spend with them, so this one stung.
seeing your boyfriend that distraught about something was not a sight you liked to see. you took it into your hands to make him happy during this time, just like how he always makes you happy. it was your time to repay him.
you scrolled online for hours trying to find the perfect recipe for a christmas dessert he always raved about. you figured that perhaps it would lift his spirits eating something that reminded him of home. when you found it, you were absolutely overjoyed. you quickly went to the grocery store to grab all the ingredients you needed.
in typical kenny fashion, he was playing video games once you got home, sat on the sofa with a controller over his hand. you resisted the urge to ruffle his unruly curly hair when you passed him, opting that it was probably safer if you washed your hands and sanitized the food that you bought first. you couldn't be too safe.
you leaned against the doorway that separated the kitchen from the living room where he currently sat and noticed that he still seemed to be a bit down. his lips were downturned and his blue eyes didn't hold that electricity it usually did.
"hey kenny," you softly called out to him making his pause the game he was playing and look up at your standing form. he didn't say anything but just looked at you -- he didn't even look at you curiously. he just looked at you plainly, waiting for you to say something, why you called for his attention.
baking always looked like a fun time. there were plenty of instances where the people baking weren't able to cook the food properly, but they still had enjoyed themselves so, "c'mon, come help me bake." you gestured him to follow you into the kitchen where everything was.
he did it wordlessly, so easily, not even saying something before he stood up to walk to where you were, but his facial expression didn't change. he still looked out of it.
after some minutes in the kitchen, all of that changed.
you asked him to put the tin with the batter in the already pre-heated oven, and yes, he did that, but he also had something mischievous in his mind. as you were getting all of the things you planned on using to decorate the baked good in the counter, kenny quietly grabbed a fist full of flour, tiptoeing to you, before throwing it all at you.
you gasped and coughed, completely covered in the baking ingredient and playfully annoyed at your boyfriend. "you're gonna regret that," you smirked, done with fanning the powder away from your face and grabbing the piping bag with icing from beside you and then pointing it at his face.
the whole day was a breeze, given your blissful state. even when something bad happened at work, your mind didn't let you dwell on it. in fact, if you didn't have that dream about kenny and all those flashbacks, you probably would have thought that today was a bad day. one, the cafe you always stopped at for your morning beverage was out of your favorite drink. two, the equipment you used at work kept on crashing. three, your coworker - who usually wasn't the most pleasant - just really seemed to have it in for you today, and if that wasn't bad enough, your boss also probably woke up at the wrong side of the bed. even through all of that, you still worked through this day with a smile on your face -- something that only annoyed the coworker that didn't like you further. the effect that kenny had on you were truly astonishing.
he really was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
you deemed that those little memories that popped into your mind earlier wasn't enough. you wanted more, so after cooking and eating a quick and simple dinner, a rushed shower and getting into your night time clothes, you grabbed a photo album filled with pictures of you and kenny from the shelf.
you fell asleep like that, the book on your chest while you began to drift off.
the last image you saw was a candid photo matt jackson took of you and kenny in their house. it was an elite movie night at the jackson's and that day, you learned that the boys went all out during their movie nights. they stayed up until the wee hours of the morning watching different films. a lot of them were bad and the only thing that kept them awake was how funny they found them, even if they weren't exactly comedies. that night, you made the mistake of sleeping late the night before and waking up early so once the clock stuck midnight, you were already fast asleep. the photo was kenny carrying you to the guestroom. he cradled you in his arms so tenderly, like he really didn't want you to wake up, and looked at you so fondly, pure, unadulterated love seeping from his eyes.
it was only a short amount of time before the photo album was lifted off of your chest and familiar arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into an equally familiar body. you weren't that deep in your slumber yet, so you felt this and stirred a bit, much to the dismay of your loving partner. he didn't want to wake you up, you needed the sleep.
you yawned before turning around in his arms. your eyes traced his face as if you were assuring yourself that he was actually with you right now and you weren't having another dream. you weren't. he was actually, really here.
you smiled, crinkles he loved to see on you forming at the corner of your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself into him further. he let you melt into him as he did the same to you, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. he breathed in your scent, the one that made him feel like he was truly home and pressed a gentle kiss there.
his appearance made the memories that you got earlier to flood your brain, almost overwhelming you but in the best way. it hit you like a wave, knocking the breath out of your chest. you breathed in deeply, tears starting to prick the corner of your eyes. you tried to will them away. this really was not the time for crying. kenny just got home and you rathered to not cry because you knew he would worry, but before you could do anything about it, he already knew. he always knew.
he looked up at you, seeing your glassy eyes and it confused him.
did you not want him there? little did he know, it was the complete opposite.
his eyebrows furrowed as the tears fell, proceeding to roll down your cheeks. his hand reached up to wipe it away, and then he spoke.
"what's wrong, [y/n]?" his voice was full of concern, something that only fueled the reason for your crying. you had no idea what you did to deserve this man. he deserved the world and time and time again, you wished you could somehow give it to him.
you sniffled before you spoke, your voice slightly nasally because of a stuffy nose. "nothing, just.. i'm so in love with you. i love you so much, probably more than anything in this world. you're the best partner i could ever ask for. it can't get any better than you. i love how you comfort me, how we fit so perfectly together, how you always treat me like i'm your first option and i just wish that i could make you feel an ounce of how happy you make me feel, ken." your voice broke in the end as more tears cascaded down your face. "being with you feels like a dream i never wanna wake up from."
kenny couldn't help tearing up at what you said as well. his hand went up instantly to wipe them away, but your hands were there faster, wiping them off like how he did with you earlier.
"i'm in love with you too, baby. i don't know if you realize it, but you're so strong and tough. the way you deal with.. how we are and how i am with my schedule.. i don't know how you do it, but i'm glad you do. you make me feel like the happiest man in the world everytime you're around,[y/n]. i'm so lucky to be with you. if there's something i love more than you, it's being able to call you mine." he kissed you thoroughly, wrapping you all up in his arms again and pulling you on top of him as he petted your hair and softly sang a song you slept to.