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tobi-momo · 4 years ago

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You Belong With Me

“What was she so mad about?” Your voice bleeds through his phone as he scribbles on his homework with his number two pencil, sighing at your question. He looks up briefly to his window to see you at your desk across your two properties’ filing the papers for your math class, organizing your work. Your phone is sandwiched between your shoulder and your ear, your eyes narrowed as you focus on what assignments are what.

“Kei?”

He shakes his head as his mind snaps out of the daze, his golden eyes flicking down to his work. “Uh,” he sighs as he re-grips his pencil, “I teased her a little bit and she got mad,” he finished. You chuckled before covering your mouth with your hand, finally looking up at the man through your clear panes.

“You’re kidding,” you giggle, a smile leading onto Kei’s face while he listens to your voice, although refusing to look up at your face, he shakes his head in a joking dismissal.

“No, I’m not. But we are never mentioning it again.”

“Oh, good luck getting me to keep quiet!” You shout as your back straightens against your desk chair, a smug look playing on your face once the blond male looks up at you.

He stands up, a reciprocating smirk laying on his lips before he says, “You will,” before he takes his phone away from his ear, pressing the “hang up” button and raising his arm to close the drapes. You laugh with satisfaction while you exit his contact, turning on some music and tossing your phone on your bed before cleaning up your area and strumming your fingers like an imaginary guitar.

He opened his curtains expecting to see you sulking while doing your work, only to see you dance like an idiot while you blast your music, your pencils acting as a microphone as you perform your concert in front of your stuffed animals. He could hear the music from across the yard, him identifying it as your shared playlist that you two made a couple years back, the duration over fifteen hours as about three-hundred songs reside. An accidental chuckle escaped him as his eyes rested on your jumping figure for just a couple seconds. It was for entertainment. Yeah. That’s it.

~.~.~.~

Sticking your fabric marker on the construction paper, you write out your message to Kei.

“I love you”. It was a message that would tell him that he deserves the best and nothing less. It was something that you treasured and wanted to share that value with him. Something that told him that he belonged with you.

You hoped that one day you’d be able to give it to him, to tell him how you really feel, to show that you can do a better job than her, but you never got the chance. Carrying the folded slip in your pocket, ready to pull out, his phone rings. As you sit on the bench on the side of the road, you wonder how long it had been since you had seen him really smile. You had made him smile a lot before, even if he doesn’t smile a lot genuinely, there are some times where real happiness seeps through his facade. You like it when that happens, always have. You noticed how much his happiness had reduced over the course of these last few months, though.

He answers the phone very monotone, very uninterested. He sounded obligated while he spoke to his girlfriend, sighing sharply once he hung up.

“What was that about?”

“Just drama. Kind of sick of it at this point.” He sticks his phone in his pocket, looking over to your concerned expression. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he says while rolling his eyes, placing a soft hand on your head and letting it rest. His hand retracted quickly when the sound of his name rings through his ears, his head whipping towards his girlfriend's figure. He readjusts his glasses, sitting straight up and swinging the strap of his school bag over his shoulder before he gets up and sluggishly walks across the street, meeting up with the one he was set to have a date with later. He subtly waved to you prior to turning his head away and continuing his stroll with his date hanging on his arm. You ignore the glare served your way when you wave back to him, forgetting the multiple reasons of why you wanted him away from her so he can enjoy his date. Hopefully.

~.~.~.~

As you stand on the bleachers of Kei’s game, you watch him stride over the court and jump to block the ball, a playful smirk residing on his lips as he sends the ball to the other side. You clap for him, shouting praises his way in hopes he might hear you over everyone else. Especially her. The screaming and unnecessary noise making your ears bleed a bit. You didn’t mean to be irritated by it, but the pulse on your forehead and the grit of your teeth made it painfully obvious you didn’t really like her.

When the end of the game hit, you were overloaded with joy at Kei’s victory. You hurriedly make your way over to him before gripping him tightly in a hug, not caring about the sweat that drips off his body. You could feel his arms flex as he raised his arms to hesitantly reciprocate your actions until his arms completely dropped, his body stiff.

“What the hell?” He muttered under his breath as he firmly moved you aside to walk away. Following after him, you let your head peek out from the side of his back, watching it all occur in front of you. “What’s this?”

“What? Nothing, Kei,” she mewls, setting her hands on her boyfriend’s shirt as if she thought he was silly.

“Yeah, we were just, uh, talkin’.” The man before her fibs.

“Not according to what I just saw,” Kei accuses the two with a furrowed brow, fed up. You come out from behind him, glaring at his girlfriend in hate. This was it.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” the man dismisses, turning to keep the conversation with her going.

Stepping forward, you place an arm in front of Kei, stopping his movements as you eye his girlfriend. “Tell me you were not just flirting with this man and we’ll leave.”

“I wasn-”

“Don't,” you pause, taking a deep breath as you watch her take a step back, “don’t lie to me, or you will regret it,” you threaten, a sharp glint in your eye telling her that you are oh so serious about this. Behind you, Kei watches as you make his girlfriend stammer on her words, a subconscious smile leaking on his face.

She stomps away with anger, the man beside her moving away as well, scoffing.

~.~.~.~

He didn’t say much on the way home; you trailed behind him as he walked away in part anger and denial. You didn’t really know what to say. Should you go back and find the girl and beat some sense into her? Should you give some words of the wise to Kei? Would he even take it?

As you watch him slow down to match your pace, you grow confused. You were headed to your place, so why was he suddenly following? “Kei?” He hums in response, his head hanging low. “Would you like to stay at my place? I can make coffee and we can stay up shit-talking our least favorite people,” you giggle and softly bump into his side, a stifled chuckle escaping him.

“Whatever,” he mumbles with an obvious smile as he continues to walk with you. When you quietly shut the door and take your shoes off, you softly tread to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine- the man that you took home followed, his arm planting on the marble counter as his eyes trail over your moving figure.

As you sit on the stool next to him beside your kitchen island, you converse about the drama he’s been scooped in, him rolling his eyes twice a minute and his irritation level going off the charts as he recalls the events. He hated it, you could tell. He made it pretty obvious he wasn’t happy about it, too.

“Are you still going to the dance with her tomorrow then?” You speak curiously, twirling your fingers around each other while staring blankly into the marble as you awkwardly sit there, awaiting an answer.

It takes him a second to respond, a long sigh and a deep thought coming into play in his mind once he looks over to your spaced expression. Does he really want to go? Did he want to go with her, or with someone else- you? “Probably.”

Oh. “Are you sure you wanna do that? After what happened today?”

“Why not. Nothing better to do,” he justifies, shrugging. Yeah, you probably should have seen that coming.

The note that resided in your pocket seemed to crumple a little bit when you came to terms with the fact that he may never notice you the way you wanted him to.

~.~.~.~

“Are you going?” Kei asks over his phone as he takes his suit out of his closet.

“Ah, no,” you breathe out as guilt pools in your stomach, your elbow balancing sitting on your desk while dozing off into something that is not mathematical equations.

“Oh,” is all he says before telling you he needed to get ready, giving his goodbye.

After the call ends, you see the light fading away from his room as he closes the drapes, giving you a sign to start working again. You wondered what would happen if you possibly showed up. You originally were going to go, but the date that canceled soon beforehand gave your mind a gentle squeeze, telling you that the dance wasn’t for you. Still, the tiniest urge told you to make an appearance. You groan in waver, giving in.

~.~.~.~

You felt good. You felt really good. Wearing your planned outfit to this dance, you make your way inside carefully, minding the crowd. You catch the eye of the one girl that you held a grudge against, watching her grope another man on the dance floor. You roll your eyes in disgust as you move your head around to find a tall blond in the crowd. He leaned against the wall across from you his arms crossed while his dilated pupils trace the light that bounces off the floor.

“Hey,” you greet him, his attention whipping to you as he raises his head.

“Hi,” he reluctantly answers you while standing straight up, a relieved smirk leading onto his lips. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I didn’t want to put my outfit to waste,” you smile, spreading your arms to show your attire.

“Yeah, well you came at perfect timing,” he points towards his girlfriend which you identified earlier, although he seemed like he didn’t care all that much.

Gripping the folded paper in your pocket, you slip it out with two fingers confidently. “I have something to tell you,” you admit, your eyes staying centered on his black suit.

“Go on,” he eggs, hands staying at the side of his body while he watches you fluster yourself. It takes you less than a second to shove the note in his stomach and turn around, your face turning hotter and hotter every moment. Your hands lay against your cheeks as your nerves rattle beneath your skin, your ears tingling when you hear a sweet chuckle glide against his lips. “You should have told me a long time ago, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to deal with,” his eyebrows turn up as his head tips towards the dancing figure just a couple of feet away from you guys, “...that.”

You turn around slowly, disbelief covering your face when you look at his smug expression. “Are you kidding me? You’re telling me this,” you gesture at the both of you with your pointer finger, “could have been something a long time ago?”

He sucks in through his teeth, taking a grip on your arm and pulling you with him as he walks through the crowd to the middle of the room. “Yep. Guess you missed out.”

“Says you,” you roll your eyes with attitude as you pick up your pace and place your hand in his.

He knew he belonged with you, he was just wondering when you would admit that.

aaa here it is! three days of work! sry i havent been posting lately ive been working <3 (reupload bc tumblrs a little bitch)

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weakeninghope · 5 years ago

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New romantic sailors

Pairing: Pannacotta Fugo/Narancia Ghirga

Rating: Teen

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Summary: That’s right. Narancia Ghirga has a crush on Pannacotta Fugo. Has had one since they met. Since he got to know the silver-haired.They’ve argued more than once; Narancia’s ended up pointing his knife at the other a few times, Fugo has even stabbed him with a fork one day they started talking about famous actors and Narancia couldn’t even name one right because he kept messing up their names and Fugo lost his temper… but Narancia doesn’t mind.

Notes:

Hello! It's me again

I really wanted to write for days two and three, but I didn't have any ideas, so have this instead. I combined two prompts for day four: Study and First Kiss.

Sorry for the OOC and the mistakes (I'm Spanish so English isn't my first language) and I hope you've enjoyed this!

Twitter: Shirotxpoison Tumblr: weakeninghope

Comments and kudos are much appreciated <3

fic under the cut!

“Man” Narancia says “This sucks, I don’t wanna keep going” He finishes with an exasperated sigh to which Fugo answers with an eyeroll. They’ve been stuck with the same math problem for an hour, and both of them are tired already. Narancia curses having suggested this.

It was Mista’s idea. Narancia and Mista have had this kind of friendship since they met a few months ago. They spend their time together lazily on Mista’s bed, eating popcorn, watching terrible movies, commenting them (because Mista can’t shut the fuck up, and honestly, Narancia can’t either). But Mista’s ridiculously scared of horror movies and he screams at every fucking jumpscare, and his pistols are always trying to calm him, or laughing at him, or crying (poor number five), so Narancia has no other option but to laugh. Spending time with Mista is fun.

They also have the kind of “talk about your crush” friendship. Mista just talks about how cute women are in general and how you have to respect them because if you don’t that automatically makes you an asshole (he’s right), but Narancia has… other interests.

One particular interest. A particular silver-haired with red eyes and strawberry earrings.

That’s right. Narancia Ghirga has a crush on Pannacotta Fugo. Has had one since they met. Since he got to know the silver-haired.

They’ve argued more than once; Narancia’s ended up pointing his knife at the other a few times, Fugo has even stabbed him with a fork one day they started talking about famous actors and Narancia couldn’t even name one right because he kept messing up their names and Fugo lost his temper… but Narancia doesn’t mind.

Okay, he does mind. No one stabs Narancia Ghirga with a fork and gets away with it, not after Narancia having had to cope with his bastards of friends using him and treating him as if he was an idiot. Since then, and ever since he joined the mob, Narancia’s learned to fight for his pride. Fugo has had an important role in that.

In the first few missions of the gang when Narancia was present, he was just used as backup, or sometimes, even gotten left out of the mission because his eye was still healing or because he was a novice and Bucciarati, always loyal, caring Bucciarati, didn’t want to risk his life. But Narancia wanted to fight. Wanted to prove that he was valuable. That he wasn’t what his father or his fake friends believed him to be.

But Fugo changed that. Fugo lifted his confidence up. When his eye healed, Fugo told Bucciarati to let Narancia fight. That he could do it.

Fugo was the first one to believe in Narancia. Fugo was the one who saved him. And since that day, Narancia has done anything but admire him and start to look at him noticing all the tiny details. Not only about his personality, but about his physique as well.

When they fought together, Narancia could feel the thrill running through his veins and Fugo’s. Could see the younger’s little smirk when they fought against an enemy and he knew that he had luck on his side. Could notice how slender he look, how pale, how ethereal. Could notice the sound of his voice, could listen to the melodic sound of their footsteps combined when they won against an enemy and were returning home together. Could get engaged in silly conversations with him when they were alone and make him laugh with his nonsense.

In a short span of time, Fugo’s laugh became Narancia’s favorite sound (Mista’s yells at horror moives were a close second, but nothing could top Fugo’s laugh). Fugo’s laugh ranged from a polite chuckle, to a dark, short laugh when he thought he was going to beat the enemy’s ass up, to a sad, sarcastic laugh when he had a bad day, to an explosive, contagious laughter that day when Narancia spilled orange juice on himself. Narancia really was preparing himself to be stabbed, but instead, Fugo’s laughter bubbled out of his chest like a volcano erupting, unstoppable, getting louder and louder, blessing Narancia’s ears. Fugo’s eyes wrinkled a bit and became blurry with some tears after having laughed for a good five minutes. Narancia also noticed Fugo’s little blushes when he complimented him. Everything in Fugo was so, so cute.

Which brought him to the crush talk with Mista. That was when Mista suggested that Fugo was probably into him as well. Quoting Mista’s words “Fugo seems like the type to be attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses only, and you are one, so you two are a perfect match”.

Narancia then asked Mista for a way to get closer to Fugo, and Mista suggested tutoring sessions, since it would also be good for Narancia because he wanted to school someday. At first, Narancia had thought that it was a good idea, so he accepted without giving it a second thought.

But the first day of tutoring was a nightmare.

“You were the one to suggest this, Narancia.” Fugo sighed. He looked as tired as Narancia, but it wasn’t as if he was going to lose control, he was exhausted, he didn’t have enough energy to get angry at Narancia and pull a violent stunt against him or something like that.

“Yeah… I was…” Because I wanted to get closer to you. Because I like you a lot, you can’t even imagine how.

“I was thinking… what if you give me a reward?” Narancia asked. He was going to be brave. He was going to ask for a kiss.

“What reward? You haven’t completed one single problem yet and you’re asking me for a reward? I would get angry at you if I had the energy to, you’re lucky you’ve wasted all of it.” Fugo concluded, his palm supporting his head, looking intently at Narancia. God Narancia thought his

eyes are so beautiful, I could easily get lost in them.

“I need some motivation” Narancia said. Heat was starting to rush onto his cheekbones. “W-what if you… you know… k-kiss me?” He couldn’t believe he was stuttering like a highschool girl, but he was in front of his crush and he had just asked for a kiss, after all!

“…” Silence.

“Fugo?”…

“…”

“Are you here with me?”

“I SAID FINE!” He rose his voice. And his head, since he had hidden it in the table in between his arms. When he looked at Narancia, he could see that he was equally as flushed.

“Okay…” Narancia said.

“But get closer to me, maybe?” Narancia suggested.

Fugo scooted closer to Narancia and brought his chair next to him.

“You’re so stiff, Fugo. And you’re blushing~” Narancia teased, even though he didn’t have the right to since he was flustered as well.

“Oh, come on! You’re blushing too!” Fugo exclaimed.

“So you like me?” Narancia kept teasing, raising his eyebrow. Try to flirt. Remain calm. You’re going to kiss your crush but everything is okay.

“You’re the one who suggested the kissing, you like me.” Fugo stated, clearly nervous. He didn’t know what to say or how to act.

“Shuddup and kiss me.”

And as fast as he said it, it happened. Narancia didn’t even have time to close his eyes. He just felt a press of lips, thin as a feather, gone in a second. Narancia didn’t have time to process if it had felt good, because he barely felt it.

“Fugo…”

“What.”

“You call that a kiss?”

“If you can do it better than me, then I dare you!” Fugo exclaimed, beet red. They were both embarrassed, but someone had to take the lead, and it was going to be Narancia.

So Narancia brought one hand to cradle Fugo’s jaw and the other to tangle itself in the back of Fugo’s head, caressing his soft, silver locks. When Fugo and Narancia’s lips pressed together, Narancia felt it everything. At first he was petrified; Fugo’s lips were too soft, he didn’t know what to do, so he thought about Mista’s advices. Move you lips slowly, give the other time to adapt to your movements, caress the other so they know that you’re doing this because you like them, because you want them to feel good; and it seemed to work, because as soon as Narancia started slowly moving his lips against Fugo’s, Fugo reciprocated and their lips starting slotting against each other, fitting perfectly like puzzle pieces. Fugo’s hands, at first resting nervously on the table, came to hold Narancia’s waist. After about a minute of this, Narancia was surprised to feel something wet prodding at his bottom lip. It was Fugo’s tongue asking for entrance, and Narancia complied immediately.

When Fugo’s tongue entered his mouth, the kiss took a new dimension. At first Fugo’s tongue was shy, but when it encountered Narancia’s and they shyly and quietly tangled together, wet sounds started filling the room and Narancia started feeling brave, amazing, as if he had accomplished his dream. Because he had accomplished his dream. Here he was, making out with his crush. He didn’t want it to stop, but they eventually had to part for air.

Fugo gasped and panted against his mouth, and after what it felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“Now you feel motivated to keep going with your math?” He asked.

“Nah, I prefer to kiss and cuddle on the couch.”

“Deal.”

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