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Yeeeeeeeeees. Guess whose school is oouuuuttt~~ Also. Went over to Qing's house. Talked about crack. This is the result. 8059 fic. 83
The 30th of February
Rating: PG13 for swearing
Pairing: 8059 duh
Summary: Yamamoto wants to have kids.
“Hey Hayato, I was thinking,” Yamamoto mused one day, as they relaxed in the drowsy warmth of their bed, conscientiously avoiding the wet spot on the right side of it. This meant that Gokudera felt rather squashed on the left side, but Yamamoto was kind of nice and warm, so he decided magnanimously to let it go.
“I didn’t know you thought,” he replied- Yamamoto laughed even though it was an extremely old dig by now.
“No, really,” he persisted. “I was thinking…”
“Takeshi,” Gokudera grumbled, burrowing further into the warmth and trying to get the swordsman to shut the fuck up. “I want to sleep.”
Yamamoto nudged Gokudera, clearly unwilling to let the matter rest. “Oh come on, don’t sleep right after sex. You’re boring like that. Anyway, I wanted to say, I was thinking about kids.”
Gokudera’s eyes had snapped open at the accusation of being boring (Him? Smokin’ Bomb Hayato? Boring? Not on his fucking life, thank you very much), but they widened in further outrage and frustration when Yamamoto mentioned children.
“What the fuck?” He glared at Yamamoto, sitting up. “So now I’m the fucking woman in this relationship.”
“No, no,” Yamamoto laughed, sitting up also and wrapping his arms around Gokudera in a conciliatory gesture; it was shrugged off in annoyance, but then Yamamoto had never been one to give up without a fight, and he managed to subdue his silver-haired lover into some awkward sort of hug in the end. “You’re wearing the pants here if anything-” Here, Gokudera raised an eyebrow, quite sure that Yamamoto was only saying that to pacify him, though he made no comment. “But really, don’t you think it’d be fun to have kids? I could teach ‘em baseball! Teach them how to make sushi and stuff like that!”
“We’re in the fuckin’ mafia,” Gokudera deadpanned. “Kids are easy targets for kidnapping, killing, threats and whatever the shit else you can think of.” However, he added rather hastily, on seeing Yamamoto’s expression fall, and his eyes cast down, “Look, why don’t you tell me again next month? On the thirtieth. I’ll be back from Florence by the twenty-ninth.”
As predicted, Yamamoto brightened up again. “Haha, okay-” Then he paused. “Hey, wait, February ends on the twenty-ninth-”
“Shut up. Don’t think. Roll over.”
“Haha, yes sir.”
The 30th of February
Rating: PG13 for swearing
Pairing: 8059 duh
Summary: Yamamoto wants to have kids.
“Hey Hayato, I was thinking,” Yamamoto mused one day, as they relaxed in the drowsy warmth of their bed, conscientiously avoiding the wet spot on the right side of it. This meant that Gokudera felt rather squashed on the left side, but Yamamoto was kind of nice and warm, so he decided magnanimously to let it go.
“I didn’t know you thought,” he replied- Yamamoto laughed even though it was an extremely old dig by now.
“No, really,” he persisted. “I was thinking…”
“Takeshi,” Gokudera grumbled, burrowing further into the warmth and trying to get the swordsman to shut the fuck up. “I want to sleep.”
Yamamoto nudged Gokudera, clearly unwilling to let the matter rest. “Oh come on, don’t sleep right after sex. You’re boring like that. Anyway, I wanted to say, I was thinking about kids.”
Gokudera’s eyes had snapped open at the accusation of being boring (Him? Smokin’ Bomb Hayato? Boring? Not on his fucking life, thank you very much), but they widened in further outrage and frustration when Yamamoto mentioned children.
“What the fuck?” He glared at Yamamoto, sitting up. “So now I’m the fucking woman in this relationship.”
“No, no,” Yamamoto laughed, sitting up also and wrapping his arms around Gokudera in a conciliatory gesture; it was shrugged off in annoyance, but then Yamamoto had never been one to give up without a fight, and he managed to subdue his silver-haired lover into some awkward sort of hug in the end. “You’re wearing the pants here if anything-” Here, Gokudera raised an eyebrow, quite sure that Yamamoto was only saying that to pacify him, though he made no comment. “But really, don’t you think it’d be fun to have kids? I could teach ‘em baseball! Teach them how to make sushi and stuff like that!”
“We’re in the fuckin’ mafia,” Gokudera deadpanned. “Kids are easy targets for kidnapping, killing, threats and whatever the shit else you can think of.” However, he added rather hastily, on seeing Yamamoto’s expression fall, and his eyes cast down, “Look, why don’t you tell me again next month? On the thirtieth. I’ll be back from Florence by the twenty-ninth.”
As predicted, Yamamoto brightened up again. “Haha, okay-” Then he paused. “Hey, wait, February ends on the twenty-ninth-”
“Shut up. Don’t think. Roll over.”
“Haha, yes sir.”