AEW one shots

Idiot McDouche (Kenny Omega x Reader)

"Kenneth, I swear, if you don't stop following me, I will kick your balls off!" You were fuming, Kenny has been such a prick to you all day. You didn't even know why, usually, you two get along.

But today, he has been nothing but an ass; constantly mocking you about how you do your job, making fun of the way you dressed. Today, everything about you seemed to bother him. And he just wouldn't leave you alone either.
So you started running away from him. As soon as you saw him or anyone of the Elite, you tried and kept your distance. No matter how hard you tried though, he was still sticking close to you.

Like right now, where he just laughed at your comment and caught up with you with ease. "That's a bald statement coming from someone as tiny as you."

You stopped dead in your tracks, making him almost run into you. When you looked back at him, tears of anger filled your eyes. "Making fun of my size now? Really? Kenny, seriously, what the hell did I do to you? Why are you not leaving me alone when you have nothing nice or constructive to say?"

He wanted to say something, how it bothered him that you were seeing this douchy guy you met at the bar two weeks ago. He wasn't good enough for you, that was so obvious. To everyone, except you. He didn't make you laugh like he should, he didn't hold you like he should, and most likely didn't love you the way he should. The way you deserved. Kenny just knew that he could treat you better. And it bothered him that you didn't see it.
But since Idiot McDouche wasn't around, for reasons unknown to him he forced all his anger on you.

"Don't you have anything to say, Kenny? I thought we were friends!"

"See, that's the problem. We are not friends! Not in my head, at least." Kenny blurted out, he was sick of being friendzoned. And you did that to him months ago. In fact, it's only fair that you suffered because of his comments, right? But why didn't it feel good then?

"Wha-what do you mean? I thought you liked me..."

"Damnit, Y/N, really? I do like you. More than a friend. You shouldn't be seeing that idiot. You should be with me." He couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth, he know he shouldn't say them, but he had no control over his voice. Once he finished, he just left you standing in the hallway, his feet quick to put distance between him and you.

He didn't need to rush, though, because your body was unable to move. You were busy trying to understand what just happened. Did Kenny Omega just confess his love to you?

For the rest of the day, you were faced with no more mockery from the man. In fact, you didn't see him at all. All afternoon, you had thought about his words and what all this meant - or could mean.
Yeah, when you first met him, you were infatuated with the man. He was funny and had this soft side to him that you adored. And he wasn't afraid to show his emotions. Well, unless they were romantic and had something to do with you, apparently.

Yes, you had seen another guy, for about three dates, and not much had happened. A few kisses, that was it. He seemed to be nice enough, until you told him you were a professional wrestler. He found that hilarious. So no more of that idiot. You hadn't told anyone that you stopped seeing him. It didn't matter all that much really. Or so you thought.

You debated with yourself if and what exactly you wanted to do with the Kenny situation. You definitely wanted to give him a chance, that's for sure. You did like him more than just a friend, you just thought this feeling wasn't mutual. You also wanted him to suffer a bit for the way he treated you, so you came up with a plan for sweet revenge...

"Britt, please tell me you brought that dark green dress with you. The one that makes the boobs look fantastic?" You asked as you entered the women's locker room.

"Yeah. You need it?"

"Uh-huh. I'm going on a date tonight. I'll take good care of it, I promise!"

When you were completely dolled up with your hair slightly curled and your makeup on point, you put on your black heels and made your way to the tunnels, just on time for Kenny to make his way back from his match.
He was panting heavily, but he stopped breathing entirely for a few moments when he saw you casually leaning against the wall. His eyes were roaming all over your body, a new sensation that made your insides jump.

"Hey Ken."

"Hey Y/N. You look beautiful."

"Awww, thanks. I am going on a date tonight, you know. With an idiot."

He wanted to wish you a good time, he wanted you to enjoy yourself, but nothing came out of his mouth. Instead, he averted his gaze and gave you a small nod as response. Then, an awkward silence fell between the two of you as none of you decided to finally move.

"Well, you better take a shower then. Hurry, because I hate to wait. And dress nicely, we have to match after all." You finally spoke to put the man in front of you out of his misery.

You could almost see the wheels turning as he eventually realized what you were saying. His boyish charm that you loved so much took over his features again and he shot you a smile that could melt glaciers.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Now come on." You motioned for him to follow you back to the locker rooms.

You were waiting outside for him while he got dressed when you heard him gasp through the closed door. "Hey, I'm not an idiot!"

You giggled. Took him long enough to realize your little insult...