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fhw-unleashed · 28 days

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Take a look at the FHW universe yourself during a short training session with Miles. The experienced veteran wants to help you get back to your full potential. He's been nice to you since you joined the company, a real friend so far. <3 Read it here under the cut or on AO3.

Miles in all his glory was brought to life with this picture by @westealtoys. (Still a WIP but a great one)

Don't get distracted during training

It's just training, you keep telling yourself. You've trained with Miles many times, you've felt his hands on your body as you've practiced holds. Yet you feel your pulse racing in your head every time he touches you.

Why do you notice how damn hot he is every time you look at him? Those mountains of muscle flexing under his dark skin with every move. Not as defined as in his bodybuilder days, now the curves of his muscles are softer, covered in a soft layer that your hands sink into slightly when you grab him.

Concentrate, you must concentrate. He will grab your arm and bend down so you can roll over his shoulders and counter his hold.

Grab - roll - damn it, you've gone too high, your fingers get tangled in his hairband instead of wrapping tightly around his strong neck. You slip and fall onto your back right in front of him. He gives in to the rough tugging on his hair, drops to his knees with you, and comes right on top of you.

You release your fingers, and his loose ponytail opens completely, dropping his long box braids into your face. Only now do you realize that only a few inches separate your faces. Your throat tightens, heat creeps into your cheeks, and you hope he doesn't notice that you're blushing.

Miles licks his thin lips almost imperceptibly, sending a wave of rapture through your body, and you react almost too late when he asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I got distracted for a moment, I'm sorry," you stammer embarrassedly, clearing your throat to regain the strength in your voice.

"See, that happens to the best of us," Miles says gently, giving you a teasing wink. He slowly stands and his fingers slide across your chest. The delicate touch makes you shiver, and you wonder if that was his intention. You're sure he didn't need to touch you to get up.

Distracted by the long, slightly silver interwoven hair that fall down over his strong neck muscle to his chest, you take his helpfully outstretched hand a heartbeat later than you intended. Judging by his grin, he noticed you staring at him.

With a strong tug, he pulls you to your feet, so hard that you bounce lightly against his chest before regaining your balance.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself, just because you've been on the big stages doesn't mean you can't make mistakes," he says encouragingly.

"Do you say that to everyone or just to me? I remember you saying, 'your mistakes are other people's injuries'," you reply, unable to stop grinning like an idiot despite the important topic.

"Both are true. We have responsibilities, but we're still human. You're talented and have everything a star needs. You just need to get your confidence back. Too much pressure and perfectionism can lead to more serious mistakes than getting caught in a hair band."

You swallow as he mentions serious mistakes. Suddenly, his hand squeezes your forearm in encouragement, and you notice that neither of you let go of the other after you stood up. Is this on purpose? Maybe you wish it were, but maybe it's just his willingness to help.

You need more clarity before your flushed cheeks turn too obviously red. "If you keep being so nice and flattering, I might think you're flirting with me."

"What if I am?" He says smoothly, and your heart skips a beat in your chest. You're glad he's still holding your forearm and squeeze it tighter before the lightness in your head makes you sway.

#FHW writing #original fiction #original character #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling #pro wrestling #romance #relationships #wonda writes #if you have questions get in touch too

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abadbitchblogs · 4 months

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SOS

Part 1

Pairing: Jey Uso x OC x Damian Priest

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.6k

a/n: Ya girl is alive y’all! I wanted to revamp this because I felt like y'all deserved more! Thank you to everyone who has supported me and my work. I love y'all! All likes, comments, reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated!

-divider by @cafekitsune

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as the entire roster hooped and hollered in celebration of Trin’s return at the Royal Rumble. While shots, champagne and cocktails were being thrown back, all Amirah could do was watch the way her best friend humbly received the love she deserved with tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. It was such a full circle moment for her; comforting Trinity when leaving the company broke her, supporting her decision to join Impact! Wrestling, then experiencing the reception of her homecoming. Watching her fall back into the swing of things like she never left felt so satisfying. Before she could spiral into an emotional breakdown, a large hand waving in her face snapped her out of her thoughts making her scrunch her nose in confusion. “Aye, girl! You good?” Jimmy’s furrowed brows and jutted out bottom lip came into focus, immediately coaxing a laugh out of her. Jimmy was one person that you could count on to lift your spirits without even trying- he was the textbook definition of goofy.

“I'm good, promise!” If he doubted she was telling the truth, the content glimmer in her eyes deterred him from pressing the matter any further. Instead, she looped her arm with his and dragged him back over to their friends where they could enjoy their night out. Plopping down on the sectional next to Trinity, the group of superstars fell into easy conversation catching up with those who are on a different brand as they only see each other during the major PLEs. Somehow the chat turned into the couples pestering the single people; i.e Bayley and Amirah. Bay may have fought to defend herself, but she just found their concern amusing. “Listen. I don't treat being single like a punishment. I love being by myself. I aint gotta worry about nobody cheating on me, nobody resenting me for my career or trying to police my body.” No lies were detected as they all had no choice but to agree. Relationships in their business were hard whether you were with a fellow pro wrestler or a regular person. “Besides, the chances of finding real love like y’all are slim as hell!”

“I know that's right!” Bianca gloated; her and Montez’s reality show was doing so well that they were WWE’s IT couple. Mirah playfully chucked a straw at their girlfriend while Trin, Bay, and Jade were too busy laughing at her EST antics surfacing outside of the ring. “ What about you and Damian? I be seeing y’all posted up looking cozy?” The question got a chorus of ‘oooohs’ from the women, but Bayley made a face of disgust at her friends’ insinuation. “Girl no. We're just good friends. That man doesn't have a committal bone in his body.” Amirah hummed in affirmation having heard the rumors about Damian Priest and his revolving door of women. “I'm honestly surprised that the two of you aren’t close. He's from New York, you're from New York. He's single and you've sworn off relationships. And I know you like them a little older.” The woman’s jaw dropped at Bayley’s insane attempt at matchmaking. “Girl are you trying to set me up with a sneaky link?” That sent all of the women into another uncontrollable fit of laughter. “You do need some dick.” Trin wheezed out, furthering Amirah’s appalled facial expression before she swatted her best friend’s arm. “You know what? I’m out of here.” A laugh bubbled out of her as she stood dramatically from their huddle only to turn and lock eyes with Jey Uso.

There he was hugging his twin with his chocolate orbs boring into her chestnut ones. Spinning on her heel, she suggested the girls go down to the dance floor for a song or two. “Come on y'all. We can't let this night pass without shaking a lil something.” Clasping Trinity’s hands, she pulled her to her feet then tugged her towards the stairs with a “We’re going downstairs to dance for a little bit, Jim,” thrown over her shoulder. They scurried by without waiting for a response although she knew Jimmy and Montez were going to follow them anyway to keep an eye on the group. One of the things that Amirah and Trinity bonded over was their love of music and dance with both of them being former dancers. As much as Jimmy hated it when Trin showed her ass, he was going to have to suck it up tonight because they were owed some time to let loose. All that is holy must've been on their side because as soon as they made it to the center of the dancefloor, Twerk by the City Girls and Cardi B blared on the speakers. “Come on, Trin! Lemme see something!” It was always fun to get Trin and Bianca to cut up because Trin was going to kill it every time but Bianca had no damn rhythm. The club was playing banger after banger after banger after banger. If they weren't professional athletes, their feet and edges would be shot to hell. Amirah was throwing her ass back on Trinity, both of them cackling at Jade and Bayley trying to show B how to catch the beat when the tempo slowed to a ballad. Of course it was a song that a nigga always dedicated to her to make her feel special and now it pissed her off.

This is for you, you, my number one This is for you, you, my number one Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah This is for you, you, my number one

Sucking her teeth as Jimmy giddily cut in for a slow dance with his wife, Mirah cut through the crowd to head back to their section for another drink when she bumped into the only person she did not want to see. His grills seemed to glow in the low light of the club but before he could get a word out, she took a sharp left in search of the restroom. A wave of nausea crawled through her body and she needed to gather herself after coming in contact with that parasite. Just when her hand grasped the doorknob of the ladies room for a moment of solitude, a large hand engulfed her other wrist pausing her movements. “Mirah…” She didn’t even need to turn around to know who the trifling ass voice belonged to. Calmly snatching her wrist from his hold, she shifted her weight to one foot with a snarl etched on her gloss coated lips. “I’m sorry. Do we know each other?” Jey’s eyes softened at her faux confusion as he took a step toward her and her, taking a step back to keep space between them. “Mirah, come on. I just wanna talk to you. I wanna explain myself.” His pleading only made the bile in her throat rise, making her face twist in disgust.

“Nigga, you should’ve thought about talking to me before you just cut me off like I was some random bitch.” Her words dripped with malice in hope of it being enough to get him to leave her alone. “We ain’t got shit to talk about as far as I’m concerned.” Shoulder checking him as she walked by, not even wanting to be in the same building as him, Jey fought the urge to reach out to her again. He knew getting her to talk to him would be near impossible, but he was determined. Amirah was worth taking accountability and uncomfortable conversations.

Amirah shuffled through the sea of bodies on the dance floor to find her friends and wish them a goodnight. Trinity spotted the agitated look on her best friend’s face immediately even though she tried to plaster a smile over it. “What happened, boo?” Trin’s brows furrowed in worry only to have Mirah wave it off. “Nothing! I’m good. I’m just going to call it night. That liquor ain’t sitting right in my stomach.” The lie came out faster than she could even register, but it wasn’t a total lie. That bastard did indeed make her sick to her stomach. “Oh okay! We’ll go back with you. I wanna make sure you’re okay.” Gesturing for Jimmy to come over to the two of them, Amirah shook her head in protest. “Hell no. You stay and keep celebrating. You deserve it! I’ll be fine! I already called an Uber and I’ll text you when I’m back in my room.” Pulling her bestie into a tight embrace, she gave her a fat kiss on the cheek before moving to hug their group of friends goodbye. Much to her delight, no one questioned her sudden decline of health too much, just the request of a text message to let them know when she got back to the hotel. With a promise that she would text them as soon as she got in, Mirah flew to the exit of the club like a bat out of hell.

Sucking in a breath of fresh air, the feeling of relief washed over her soothing the queasiness that plagued her. The Florida streets were surprisingly peaceful at night, allowing her to fully collect herself and actually call an Uber so she just wasn’t standing outside of the club like a lame. As she pulled her phone out of her black purse, the club’s doors opened once more flooding the silence with music. A tap on her shoulder made her slap a friendly smile on her face in case it was a fan wanting an autograph or a picture. But, it was neither and her smile morphed into one of shock when she came face to face with Señor Money in the Bank. Damian was dark and broody so she did not expect to see him at a nightclub, but if his reputation precedes him then he was here for a woman- or two. “Señor Money in the Bank. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Wiping the shock off her face, she mirrored his playful and dare she say- flirty smirk. “Well I was by the bar when I saw you rush out so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Feigning surprise, Amirah placed a hand over her heart and cooed at his sweet gesture. “Wait until everyone finds out that Señor Playboy is a gentleman.”

Her teasing pulled a chuckle out of him as he cocked a brow in question. “Playboy huh?” “Mhmm I’ve heard about you.” Laughing once more, Damian accepted defeat but pushed for info on his supposed playboy reputation. “So you’ve been asking about me?” Zeroing in on Amirah’s smaller frame with his almost charcoal gaze, it was her turn to laugh. “You wish.” His smile broadened at her bratty comeback before he very noticeably gave her a once over. “¡Te ves hermosa.” Damian’s eyes met hers again with his gravelly voice scratching her brain deliciously. Maybe Bayley was right; he was fun. “Oh I know.” Mirah shot down his suave Spanish approach smugly, crossing her arms over her chest. “¿Hablas español?” “No, but you pick up a few things when you live in Harlem for a while.”

Both intrigued and amused by the other superstar’s answer, Damian vowed to get to know her better in any capacity. “You know I was actually heading back to the hotel myself. Why don’t we share a ride? Uber is already on the way.” After contemplating getting in a car with him, Amirah pointed an accusatory finger at him. “If you insist, BUT no funny business.” Raising his hands in mock surrender, he flashed another cheek numbing smile at her. “Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Slapping his chest for his dramatics, she couldn’t help her own snicker which he ate all the way up.

Their Uber pulled up two minutes later and like the gentleman he was, Damian had helped her climb into the truck before getting in after she was comfortable. “So do you still live in New York?” He pried quietly while they enjoyed their ride back to the hotel. “Sure do.” She replied proudly, watching the palm trees go by as the car rolled on. “Me too. Maybe we could be travel partners.” Humming in thought, she turned to him with a soft smile. “Yeah maybe. I don’t know how often I can be seen with you in public though before people start talking.” He chortled at the woman’s response before giving his own, “Fair enough.” The rest of their car ride was occupied with a game of 21 questions about themselves and their interests outside of wrestling. Coming to a stop outside of the hotel, the pair thanked the driver for his service and Damian exited the car first on the other side to come around and help her out. She could only laugh to herself about him turning on the charm heavily. When they entered the elevator, Mirah noticed that the taller man didn’t press a button for his floor so she shot him a quizzical look. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t walk you to your door?”

With a playful eyeroll she muttered a ‘whatever’ and let the space fill with a comfortable silence. At least she’d be able to get up early for a workout and the night turned out… interesting. A ding broke both of them out of their thoughts as they shuffled off the elevator on the 14th floor. Amirah could feel his eyes studying the swing of her hips while she led him to her room. Abruptly stopping at her door, Damian almost crashed into the back of her too focused on how she managed to walk in those killer shoes effortlessly. “This is me.” She stated, leaning against her door curious to see how the night would end. “Well I think my job here is done. You have arrived safely.” “That reminds me.” Before her friends put out an APB for her, she texted in their group chat that she had mad it back to her room. “Thank you for the escort. I appreciate it.” “It was my pleasure and if you don’t mind,” Damian carefully slid her phone into his hand and input his number. “You know in case I can be of service to you again.” Peering at him through squinted eyes she gave him a drawn out nod. “Riiiiiiiiight.”

Smirking down at her for the last time, he gently took her hand and raised it to his lips for a kiss on her knuckles while gazing into her cocoa colored eyes. “M’lady, I bid you farewell.” And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hall in long strides. Entering her hotel room and shutting the door behind her, Amirah collapsed against the door like women in romcoms. Girl what the fuck just happened. Taking in another deep breath, she headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower and to wring her damn panties out. Wait until she tells the girls about what just happened. Before she climbed into the shower to wash off the scent of booze, lust and worn leather, she shot the mysterious man a text of what she meant to say before he left her utterly speechless.

{Princesa: Goodnight 🖤}

{Papi Chulo: Buenas noches hermosa 🖤}

mirrormirah

mirrormirah Your favorite athlete's favorite athlete 🖤

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⤿ mirrormirah BEST FRIEND!!!! get it right!

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⤿ mirrormirah That's all you bby ❤️

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⤿ mirrormirah trying to get like you 😋

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world0fmadness · 2 months

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FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST ✩ ✩

୨୧ welcome to my formula 1 masterlist! this list will expand over time <3

✧ next to a title symbolises a personal favourite!

request status: closed!

MERCEDES

LEWIS HAMILTON : HONEY HAMILTON | HC ✧

୨୧ general headcanons for how winnie hamilton / honey came to be!

LEWIS HAMILTON : HONEY AND ROSCOE | HC

୨୧ general headcanons on the winnie and roscoe relationship!

LEWIS HAMILTON : PLUSHIE LOVE | HC

୨୧ general headcanons for how winnie started collecting plushies

LEWIS HAMILTON : MILK NOT FOR VOMITING | SMAU

୨୧ youtuber! wife! reader | oc daughter

GEORGE RUSSELL : CHAOS HORRIFIC | DATING HC ✧

୨୧ general dating headcanons for george and his death metal vocalist partner!

GEORGE RUSSELL : MIKU X MERCEDES | SMAU

୨୧ anonymous vocaloid! reader

TOTO WOLFF : BLACK AND WHITE BEAUTY | MARRIED HC

୨୧ general married headcanons for toto and his vintage fashion model partner!

TOTO WOLFF : HEAVENLY ANGEL | SMAU

୨୧ vintage fashion! model! wife! reader

MCLAREN

LANDO NORRIS : TALK TO ME | DATING HC ✧

୨୧ general dating headcanons for lando and his voice actress partner!

LANDO NORRIS : MY VALKYRIE QUEEN | HC

୨୧ general headcanons for lando vs sigrun!

LANDO NORRIS : LOVELY VOICE | SMAU

୨୧ voice actress! reader

LANDO NORRIS : MY GIRLS | DATING HC ✧

୨୧ general dating headcanons for lando and his big chested partner!

OSCAR PIASTRI : I BURN FOR YOU | DATING HC

୨୧ general dating headcanons for oscar and his black metal vocalist! partner

OSCAR PIASTRI : BRUTAL | HC

୨୧ general heqdcanons for watching metalocalypse with oscar!

OSCAR PIASTRI : OPPOSITES ATTRACT | SMAU

୨୧ black metal vocalist! partner

OSCAR PIASTRI : SOMEPLACE SILENT | SMAU ✧

୨୧ silent hill / horror game obsessed! reader

OSCAR PIASTRI | LANDO NORRIS : BOTH? BOTH | SMAU

୨୧ silent hill / horror game obsessed! reader

REDBULL

MAX VERSTAPPEN : STITCHIN UP MY HEART | DATING HC ✧

୨୧ general dating headcanons for max and his cosplayer partner!

MAX VERSTAPPEN : HORROR FLICKS ARE THE BEST CHICK FLICKS | SMAU

୨୧ horror actress! nepo baby! zombie! reader

MAX VERSTAPPEN : WRESTLING RINGS AND REDBULL | SMAU

୨୧ pro wrestler! reader

MAX VERSTAPPEN : KMF1 | SMAU

୨୧ kmfdm member! reader

MAX VERSTAPPEN : ALL IS FULL OF LOVE | SMAU

୨୧ musician! reader | oc daughter

ASTON MARTIN

FERNANDO ALONSO : POKER FACE | MARRIED HC ✧

୨୧ general married headcanons for fernando and his pro poker player partner!

FERNANDO ALONSO : POKER CHIPS AND CARS THAT GO VROOM | SMAU

୨୧ pro poker player! reader

FERRARI

CHARLES LECLERC : SEASON OF THE WITCH | SMAU

୨୧ witch! reader

RETIRED AND MISCELLANEOUS

NICO ROSBERG : LITTLE RABBIT | HC ✧

୨୧ general headcanons for how rosie rosberg / little rabbit came to be!

NICO ROSBERG : LITTLE LADYBUG | HC

୨୧ general headcanons on how ruby rosberg / little ladybug came to be!

NICO ROSBERG : FUNNEL OF LOVE | HC

୨୧ general headcanons for a valentine’s day with nico!

NICO ROSBERG : ROSBERG AND ROSBUG | SMAU

୨୧ wife! reader | oc daughters

KIMI RAIKKONEN : FIRE MELTS ICE | DATING HC

୨୧ general dating headcanons for kimi and his cky / jackass member partner!

KIMI RAIKKONEN : FIRE AND ICE | SMAU

୨୧ cky / jackass member! wife! reader | oc daughter | oc son

SEBASTIAN VETTEL : LITTLE SNOWFLAKES | HC

୨୧ general headcanons for how valentine and valerie vettel / little snowflakes came to be!

MICK SCHUMACHER : BEACH WALK | HC ✧

୨୧ general headcanons for a beach day with mick!

#vera ✩#masterlist ✩

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menonlywrestling · 4 months

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UK - Various small towns Pro wrestling events. Part 2

Local pro wrestlers show up to face off against each other, or visiting wrestlers from neighbouring towns, during the towns yearly celebrations.

British - Indian cousins Tag team above, before their match with the tag team below, who are brothers-in-law (and also in a secret relationship).

Above - Father and son pro wrestlers pictured before their exhibition match, earlier in the day.

Above - Singles wrestlers pictured before their bouts.

#beefy muscle #gay wrestling #pro wrestling #vintage pro wrestling #beefy daddy #big beefy bears #wrestling singlet

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shuugumi · 1 year

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❥ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: making up with gojo satoru after a few stressful weeks,

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hurt + comfort, college au (gojo & reader are seniors), pro-wrestler!gojo, originally posted on @seiueina but transferred work here !! isn’t proofread…at all heh heh may rewrite

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i ordered the iphone 15 pro and it isn't coming in till october 31 T-T oh yeah also i am turning this into a series hehehe. reblogs r vry appreciated as it gets my works out there!

People lead busy lives, and unexpected events can often disrupt their routines. Some days are busier than others.

However, with wrestling season kicking off and your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, making headlines in college and local newspapers as the potential winner of the S&J 2023 Belt, he was under immense pressure from his team coach to perform at his best.

As a result, this season had left him incredibly busy and stressed. Balancing the demands of completing his thesis, maintaining his weight for the competition, and practicing tirelessly, all while trying to ensure you remained his top priority.

You had always been known as an independent person, finding solace and joy in your own company. As Satoru found himself busy with his commitments, you found yourself having a hands full with the university events department, where you were deeply involved in planning upcoming events.

Between both of your hectic schedules, finding time to relax in each other's arms had become a rarity.

Your interactions had been reduced to brief moments, such as getting ready for bed or starting the day. This new routine began to take a toll on your relationship, leading to nightly arguments and hurtful words exchanged in your shared apartment. Tension between you two was palpable, with some nights ending with one of you sleeping on the couch, while the other shivered from the absence of warmth.

Neither of you had the time or energy to address the issues that had arisen between you. But, one day, Satoru surprised you by inviting you to a wrestling kickoff party hosted by his teammate, Geto Suguru. Although hesitant, you decided to accompany him, swallowing your pride as you held his hand tightly while entering one of the gathering rooms on campus.

You didn't know many people at the party, unfamiliar faces, especially numerous females, filled the room. As you sat on the couch sipping your Shirley Temple, you observed various scenes – wrestlers trying to flirt with women, groups dancing to the music, and, most importantly, your boyfriend engaged in conversation with a group of people, wearing a genuine smile that had been absent for weeks.

Amidst the crowd, one woman stood out, too close for comfort with Satoru. She was touching his arm and laughing along with him and the group. It seemed like he was giving her more attention than he had given you in the past month.

"Oh my god, do you remember the time we got lost in the park, and Kento had to come pick us up!" you heard the woman exclaimed from across the room. You couldn't bear it any longer, so you walked up to them and tapped Satoru on the shoulder, informing him, "I'm not feeling well." Your voice trailed off as you looked at the ground. His attention immediately shifted to you, and he sounded genuinely concerned as he asked, "What happened? Do you need medicine?"

"I'm gonna go outside," you replied wearily as you made your way to the front door of the house. Satoru asked if he should come with you, tones of worriedness laced in his words. You walked away without responding, finding a seat on the stairs leading to the entrance.

Satoru wondered to himself what was bothering you. He couldn't hear the woman talking anymore, as his thoughts were consumed by concern for you. As he excused himself from the conversation and headed to the front door, he found you sitting on the stairs, scrolling through Pinterest.

"Hey, Y/N. Love, did you come out here just to use your phone? I thought you weren't feeling well," he calmly inquired, taking a seat next to you. Your eyes were still glued to your phone as he moved it away, causing you to roll your eyes at his actions.

"It's nothing," you began, but Satoru interrupted, "Don't give me that 'nothing.' You know I don't like it when you say that. I can tell something is bothering you." He sighed, looking down at the cement ground.

"—I don't understand. You said you were getting fresh air, but when I came out here, you were on your phone. Did you just need to make a phone call? Just tell me what's going on because right now, I have no idea," he implored, his hands resting on his knees as he leaned closer to you.

You finally met his gaze, and with a soft and embarrassment filled irises, you apologized, "I..I just miss you!," you began, looking in his azure eyes, swallowing air before continuing, "I miss cooking for you and eating at the table with you! I miss when you make those stupid but silly faces at me when we're eating...I miss when you play with my hair when we're studying together. I miss you Satoru!"

"We haven't been doing those things in the past few weeks, have we?" Satoru tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle, and a small smile appeared on your face. You shook your head slowly in response.

"Seeing you talking to that girl made me feel jealous. I wished it was me you were talking to, smiling, and laughing at instead," you admitted as Satoru wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest.

"If you ever think that some girl could ever compare to what we have, you're completely wrong. You're the only one I think about. Even with all this happening right now, I only ever want to think about you. I am infatuated with you baby...We're both stupid for not talking about this sooner," Satoru reassured you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Are you mad at me?" you asked calmly. Satoru quickly pulled back, looking puzzled. "No, why should I be?" he replied. You shrugged and finally gave him the eye contact he had been longing for.

"All of this? What happened tonight and the past few weeks?" you clarified. He laughed at your words, cupping your face to make you look at him. "Never,was just a misunderstanding. Plus, even if I was, how could I stay mad at this cute face?" he said, his smile growing as yours did.

"You also aren't the only one who missed the other person. Missed you a lot as well" He continues, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I will make it up to you...kay' sweets."

"I love you, Satoru."

"I love you more, Y/N," he replied, cupping your face before giving you the long-awaited kiss on the lips.

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