pairing: kenny omega x fem!reader

prompt: #89 person a sitting in between person b's legs and having them braid their hair

genre: fluff

warning: none

word count: 3.7k

author's note: if i had to chose him or the sun, i'd be one nocturnal son of a gun~

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the door that leads to the master bedroom was pushed gently, careful not to disturb the person sleeping peacefully inside, though they would be woken soon enough. and it was nudged shut by the toe of a slipper just as gently as before.

kenny set the tray on the bedside table for a while, then sat on his side of the bed. he proceeded to stroke your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp the way he knew you enjoyed. he trailed his large, warm hand to the side of your face cupping it and admiring your features relaxed in your slumber, but after he traced your cheekbones with his thumb, he tenderly pressed his lips against yours, lightly nibbling on your bottom lip as he did so.

"baby, time to wake up." he mumbled as he pulled away seeing that you were already conscious.

you only murmured something unintelligible in return, extending your arms and making grabby hands at him. he only chuckled and leaned down so you could hold him. he adored it whenever you were clingy like that. it made him feel wanted, important, valued.

he put his legs up onto the bed, getting into a position more appropriate and comfortable for the cuddling you wanted to happen.

you groaned sleepily, then snuggled your face into his neck, continuing to press your body into his warmth. one of your hands snaked up to the back of his neck and you played with the hair scattered there, twirling strands of curly hair on your finger and massaging the area.

kenny thoroughly enjoyed being able to feel your heartbeat against his chest because of how tightly you were against him. he was just so glad you were here with him. you changed his life for the better, and he genuinely doesn't know where he would be without you -- he hopes he would never have to know. he thinks of you as his guardian angel, in a way. you listen to his problems and give him advice if he asks for it, and if he doesn't, you just hold him and let him cry into your shoulder without judgement. you take care of him when he's sick and when he's feeling down, you make sure that nothing really bad happens to. you stay loyal to him even when he's miles away. you love him wholeheartedly and make sure he knows it. you're his rock and his anchor and his map - although he already looks at you like his treasure - all in one and you make him feel warm and tingly inside just with the way you look at him.

he's stunned with your beauty and strength and courage and something else he can't put into words, but so uniquely you. everyday he wakes up with the goal of being a better man, not only for himself, but also because that's what you deserve. you deserve the best and he'll be damned if he doesn't give it to you. he'd give you the sun, the moon, and every constellation in the sky if he could. he'd circle the entire solar system in twenty four hours if you'd ask that of him.

but he can't deny he's happy with the fact that as of right now, you were content with just having his arms wrapped around you and yours around him. he was more than happy to indulge you, if he was being honest with himself, because he was indulging himself in the process.

after a while of small, cheeky kisses being shared and sweet nothings being murmured, kenny placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. "good morning, baby."

at that point, you were awake enough to say it back to him, but you still let him know that in your opinion, it was way too early to wake up. you planned to spend at least until ten in the morning to just hold him while dreaming of the sweetest dreams, preferably having him in it, but you weren't always so lucky, and even then, you weren't always so lucky to remember them when you woke up.

he only chuckled at your sentiment before revealing his little surprise for you. "made breakfast for you," he hummed as he transferred the food tray from the bedside table to your lap when you sat up.

"ken, you shouldn't have," you gathered him in an embrace, leaning over to engulf his broad form. you felt the vibrations of his laugh where his head was on your shoulder. "it's the least i could do. i don't show you how much i appreciate you enough." he shrugged once you pulled away.

"you're good at the little things, ken.. i don't think you've ever notice." your voice was soft and gentle as you brushed the hair out his face and swept it behind his ear. "you're really good at making me feel special and loved. you're not the extravagant lover. no dinner dates to fancy, michelin star restaurants, because that's not you, but you're good at just.. paying attention to detail when it comes to the things you love.. and.. remembering those details. it's one of things i admire about you. you're also so passionate about everything you do. you put your heart and soul into everything you chose to commit yourself to. i think that's what draws so many people to you and.. i'm just human, i'm no exception." you chuckled.

"my point is, i know how you are sometimes, baby. i want you to know that you do make me happy. you make me feel all these emotions inside and being with you is like a dream i never want to wake up from." you finished off, then offered him a bite from the now-cold french toast be cooked for you.

it's not like you could finish everything he made by yourself anyway.

~

"what is up with you today?" you giggled out when kenny suddenly lifted you up bridal-style and spun you two around, then grab your hand with his calloused one and spun you under his arm, and finally pulled you to his chest tightly.

"nothing." he said, slightly muffled because his face was buried on the top of your head, yet you could still hear the laugh and lightheartedness of it in his voice. "just thought that i would proclaim today as '[y/n] appreciation day'"

you playfully rolled your eyes when you looked back up at him. "here i am treating everyday as 'kenny omega appreciation day' when '[y/n] appreciation day' only gets one day." your cheeks were puffed up in faux annoyance and disappointment.

his easy laugh graced your ears in an instant. " 's not my fault, babe. i tried to file '[y/n] appreciation year', but those bozos working at the make a holiday station wouldn't let me." his hands trailed to your lower back, but you didn't dare put distance between you two.

you looked away from him, shaking your head. "i can't believe those guys. don't they know how great i am?"

"i'll send them a ten page essay of why you deserve a year's worth of appreciation days and i'll get back to you, that sound good?" he asked you with a large smile. you could only pull him down for a kiss as a response.

~

he retreated to his office a while after that.

no matter how much time he wanted to spend with you, work calls, and despite wanting his attention and affection right now, you're happy for him because never in your wildest dreams could you have thought he'd be one of the founders of a wrestling company. that wasn't because you thought he was incapable, but just the fact that the powerhouse known as the other place was being challenged is mind-boggling. you firmly believed that if anyone can match them neck-and-neck, it would be kenny.

while he wasn't with you, you played with your cat who possibly felt as lonely as you and it was a great source of amusement for a while up until he fell asleep on your lap and you were giving him ear scratches and pets, a random game show playing on the tv. you were actually talking to your cat moments before he fell asleep about which contestants he thought would win, or which content he thought for sure would lose. he never gave you an answer and now you know why.

your head scratches were just too good.

the game show ended with your pick as winner taking home the price money and you being bored once again.

only then did you remember a new sandwich recipe you found a few days ago. it was simple, but seemed filling enough to be appetizing. kenny seemed to be on board with the idea of you adding it in your diets the moment you brought it up to him so you decided to make it for him as a snack while he's working.

it was easy to make and assemble, not taking half the time you originally wanted so you could relive some boredom. next thing you knew, you were making a small side salad and freshly squeezed orange juice to accompany the meal.

you were careful not to drop the tray as you were on your way to kenny's office. it was quite a long walk from the kitchen to there and the last thing you wanted to do was to clean up the carpets.

finally, you reached the room you wanted to go to. balancing the tray on one of your arms, you opened the door with the other, then went inside.

kenny was sat on his office chair, eyes trained on the computer screen, typing away with his glasses on the tip of his nose. his blond hair was also now in a messy manbun, clearly done for necessity's sake rather than the aesthetics.

despite how busy he is, he still noticed your presence in the room and didn't hesitate to greet you. "hey babe!"

you walked over to him, placing the tray of food on the empty space on his desk. "i made you something." you leaned your hip on the corner of his desk and lightly tousled his hair, careful not to mess with the bun as it was there for a reason.

"you shouldn't have, honey." he pulled you by the waist to rest the side of his head on your tummy. your hand was still patting away at his head the way you knew he liked it.

"it's that sandwich i told you about a few days ago and a salad with a side of orange juice, freshly made, of course. none of those unnecessary preservatives and sugars you always say is bad for your diet.

he groaned against you. "you're literally an angel. c'mere," he reached up to pull you down, threading his fingers through your hair as he kissed you softly, each meeting of your lips softer than the last until eventually, it melted into nothing but your foreheads being pressed together and heavy breathing.

you stood up to your full height and flashed him one last smile. "i should probably let you go to work now."

~

when kenny got everything done, you were in the bedroom watching a movie, your favorite stuffed toy cutely in your arms -- it was a stuffed animal he got you after winning a carnival game fairly early on in your relationship.

you just got done with checking and responding to numerous emails on your laptop and was now relaxing for the rest of the day.

he set his weight down next to you and shuffled so his back was firmly against the headboard, reaching for the remote control and pausing the movie for a while.

it was only then that you realized the thick amount of paper in his hand, held together by a stapler that looks to be holding on for dear life.

he gently set it on your lap, then read what was written on the first page. "it's the ten page essay i was telling you about this morning. i don't want you to read it right now. i want you to read it when you have a bad day and i can't be around"

your eyes widened, immediately perking up and flipping through the pages and only scanning through each piece of paper as per his request. "oh my god, kenny. did you really write a ten page essay on why i deserve a year's worth of appreciation days?" you gawked at him in disbelief. of course you haven't read the whole thing yet, but from the little bits and sentences your eyes managed to catch, it seemed like it.

"yeah," he scratched the back of his head. "i was waiting for a reply and got bored."

"i can't believe you!" you exclaimed in disbelief - but a good kind of disbelief - as you set the papers down on your lap. "you're literally a godsend."

"why can't you believe me? you're just that much an angel, angel. i easily could have written a fifteen page essay, but my eyes were starting to burn from staring at a computer for so long" he said, rubbing his eyes as he did so and you saw where he was coming from. his corners of his eyes had become a little reddish.

"you poor little thing," you cooed, gathering him all up in your arms and having him curl up beside you.

you retrieved the remote and turned the tv off, now opting to grab your phone from the nightstand and put on kenny's favorite playlist.

much to your - and kenny's - dismay, you got out of bed to dim the lights and pull the curtains together so less sunlight would be able to get through them. besides, you already had your personal sun right by your side.

kenny latched on to your side the moment you got back in bed and you couldn't help but wonder if there's a particular reason for his clinginess today. you weren't complaining though.

he was on his side, one of his arms curled up beside him and the other was across you who is laying on your back. one of your hands is at the back of your head, and the other is on his collarbone, your arm around his shoulders, and his head is resting on your chest.

you knew he wasn't asleep - not yet at least - because his breathing was too shallow and he was too light. whenever fully relaxed in the arms of restful slumber, kenny breathed deeply, his exhale just as deep as his inhale, and weighted more than he usually did. there was no tension found in his body at all and as of right now, there was still some stress in his partially clenched jaw and stiff shoulders.

"hey," you started, calling out to the darkness that was spread all over the room.

something bright appeared -- kenny had opened his eyes which were thankfully no longer red. just as you expected, wide awake.

".. do you wanna do like.. sleepover stuff?" it was a silly suggestion, but kenny was a silly guy. it wasn't an entirely laughable suggestion as well. whenever you and your boyfriend would watch movies and a sleepover scene came up, he'd express his fondness with getting petted and pampered and being carefree, even just for a few hours before real life pulled him into the thankfully-not-entirely-dark abyss of reality.

his pearly whites then made an appearance, but disappeared just as quickly. "that would mean we'd have to stop cuddling."

you let out an endearing noise at what he said, reaching and feeling around you to get the stuffed toy you were using when he was preoccupied with the things that came with being an exclusive vice president of a wrestling company - as well as writing a ten page essay about his partner - and shoved it in his chest. "here, he can be your cuddle partner when i'm not around. he gives good cuddles, i think.. i mean, not as good as my cuddles, but y'know, it'll suffice." you said you waved it off.

the laugh that escaped his lips was one which made your chest tightened with happiness. "sure thing, babe."

the carpet was plush under your feet when you set foot on it, traveling over to the bathroom to get a plethora of different products you could use for your and kenny's "sleepover": different scented lotions and body creams, makeup products, nail polishes, face, lip, and under eye masks, plus headbands to keep them the hair out of your face. some people debated about how effective they actually are, but they made you feel new and refreshed after you wore them and that's all you cared about. this "sleepover" was all about kenny destressing and making him feel like a princess anyway.

you set them all in a little basket, tossing a few hair ties into it as you did so, then wandered over to the bedroom again.

you set it down in the middle of the bedroom where it was quite roomy, warning him when you were going to pull back the curtains so the sudden appearance of light wouldn't surprise or startle him.

when you saw him, you noticed that he shed his redcon shirt and it was now probably on the side of the bed, but the stuffed toy was still closely hugged to his chest. despite the lack of lights when you were still in the bathroom gathering supplies, he also had a sleep mask on. it was now pulled up, resting on top of his hair.

he hummed contentedly when his eyes landed on the basket on the floor and walked over to it, sitting down with his legs crossed. the stuffed toy was placed beside him and the basket in front of him.

you skipped over to where he is, sitting down in a similar manner next to him and taking the lotions out of where they were. "okay so these are all different scents, which one do you wanna use?"

after kenny chose the one he preferred, you chose the one you did and you began to gossip with him about different things: corey graves getting butthurt over a tweet that didn't even mention him or wwe, people on twitter who are already in their twenties acting like a high school mean girl, tweets that aged badly and the likes. it was all filled with playful banter as you massaged in the lotion of your choice on your legs, your arms.

you did the same with the other things you have gotten. using skincare products, makeup, and painting each other's nails whilst talking about something dumb, or about your problems, new movies, video games, everything and anything random your mouths took you.

your chemistry was magnetic in the air as you talked.

dinnertime came around soon enough and as you guys were having fun - and your and kenny's nails were still wet - you decided to just order some food from a place in town that you both enjoyed.

trying to type in the phone number of the restaurant across the street you have grown so fond of proved to be a challenge, that and getting kenny to decide what he wanted to get, but nevertheless, it wasn't impossible. the food arrived quite quickly as well, another reason why you loved that restaurant so much.

you and kenny sat on the floor of your bedroom, eating while watching a 2000s movie that you've almost forgotten about he reminded you of its existence.

after you were done and he wasn't - he was too busy yelling at the screen because of the idiotic decisions the main character is making "he cheated on you! there is a reason why you broke up! why are you taking him back?? know! your! worth!" to eat - you went downstairs to wash your hands before returning to where your boyfriend - muttering angrily at the tv - was.

you laughed as you plopped behind him, separating his hair into two sections right down the middle, "babe, while i'm sure they appreciate your wonderful advice, i don't think they can hear you." now one of those sections has been loosely tied with a hair tie, and the other has been separated into three sections.

"yeah, obviously" he grumbled, shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth. "if they could hear me, they'd be making better decisions and actually have their life together- are you braiding my hair?"

you hummed out a response, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade as you twisted sections of his two toned hair into a plait. "i've only seen you with those tiny braids. i haven't seen you with like.. full braids." you shrugged even if he did not see you. "i think you'll look really pretty with those. after all, you can pull anything off." you reached the end of his hair, grabbed the hair tie on your wrist and began to secure it.

if there's something kenny liked, it's being praised and called pretty by you so you already knew there was gonna be no objections coming from him. and you were right, he only let out that squeaky laugh he has that you loved so much at what you were doing before paying attention to the movie once again.

he gets so annoyed at the main character, you had no idea why he kept on watching, but you weren't complaining. it was both adorable and entertaining to see him facepalm and rub his face in annoyance over something so silly and unimportant.

when you tied the second hair tie around the last braid, you crawled over in front of him to see how he looked -- he was done eating now. no more rice and sauce and little bits of vegetables in the corners of his upturned mouth.

you couldn't help but excitedly clap your hands at the sight you saw. "just as i thought, babe! you look even prettier than me!"

he didn't bother to pause the movie he clearly had a love-hate relationship with as he sauntered over to the mirror of the vanity you had in the room. he smirked at his reflection, adjusting the curls that framed his face before turning back to you and winking. "sweetheart, you're a genius- oooh! i'm gonna add that to the ten page essay! wait a sec!"