Let’s Paint Our Nails!
Title:Let’s Paint Our Nails!
Author/Artist:dark_insanity13
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Prompt: VI - 68. Gokudera/Yamamoto - alcohol, “Let me paint your nails.”
Word count: 510
Summary: Well…Yamamoto and Gokudera get drunk and paint their nails…yeah that’s pretty much it.
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Gokudera wanted to kill the baseball idiot. He always did this. Gokudera would go to Tsuna’s house, and that idiot would show up and drag him somewhere else against his will. And the worst part was that Tsuna didn’t do anything about it, he just sat there and watched as Yamamoto walked off with Gokudera. He was starting to get fed up with it.
Gokudera, Tsuna, and Haru where sitting in Tsuna’s room when Yamamoto decided to show up. He had a huge grin on his face. Gokudera knew what that look meant, and he didn’t like it.
“Hey, guys! Can I borrow Gokudera for a while?”
Gokudera glared at him, “No fucking way!”
“Aww…why not? It’ll be fun!”
Tsuna looked at Gokudera smiling, “It’s okay Gokudera-kun, I’ll be fine by myself for a while.”
“B-but-” before Gokudera could finish his sentence Yamamoto grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the floor.
“Thanks Tsuna!” Yamamoto left, dragging Gokudera with him.
***
Yamamoto ended up dragging Gokudera to his place and now Gokudera was sitting in the young swordsman’s room, waiting for him to come back with something “fun”. He thought he could escape through the window, but it was too late.
“I’m back!” Yamamoto was grinning holding up a bottle of some kind of alcohol.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Something fun.” He poured some in a small cup and handed it to Gokudera. “Try it!”
Gokudera reluctantly took a drink. It burned as it went down his throat. He looked at Yamamoto, who seemed to have no problems drinking this horrible tasting shit. Yamamoto grinned a poured Gokudera more. They continued drinking until the bottle was almost gone, and everything seemed to get fuzzy. That’s when Yamamoto decided to go through Gokudera’s bag.
“Hey! Don’t go through my stuff!” Yamamoto didn’t listen to him. He laughed and took out a bottle of pink nail polish, “I didn’t know you painted your nails Gokudera.”
“I don’t.” said Gokudera staring at the bottle of nail polish.
Yamamoto just shrugged and grabbed Gokudera’s hand. The storm guardian was too drunk to care about what might happen next. He just watched as the other boy painted his nails bright pink. He smiled. This is kinda fun, he thought.
As soon as Yamamoto was done Gokudera carefully took the nail polish from him, so he wouldn’t mess up his nails. “Let me paint your nails now.”
***
Gokudera woke up with a splitting headache. He blushed when he realized he had passed out on top of Yamamoto and that the baseball idiot’s arm was wrapped around his waist. He got up and looked around the room for his bag. When he found it he looked inside to see if he had everything. That’s when he realized the bag wasn’t his. Damnit, he thought, that idiot must have grabbed the wrong bag!
“There it is!” Gokudera turned around and saw Haru standing at the door. “Yamamoto must have accidently switched our bags yesterday.” Haru looked at Gokudera’s nails, “Hey, are you wearing my nail polish?”
Author/Artist:dark_insanity13
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Prompt: VI - 68. Gokudera/Yamamoto - alcohol, “Let me paint your nails.”
Word count: 510
Summary: Well…Yamamoto and Gokudera get drunk and paint their nails…yeah that’s pretty much it.
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Gokudera wanted to kill the baseball idiot. He always did this. Gokudera would go to Tsuna’s house, and that idiot would show up and drag him somewhere else against his will. And the worst part was that Tsuna didn’t do anything about it, he just sat there and watched as Yamamoto walked off with Gokudera. He was starting to get fed up with it.
Gokudera, Tsuna, and Haru where sitting in Tsuna’s room when Yamamoto decided to show up. He had a huge grin on his face. Gokudera knew what that look meant, and he didn’t like it.
“Hey, guys! Can I borrow Gokudera for a while?”
Gokudera glared at him, “No fucking way!”
“Aww…why not? It’ll be fun!”
Tsuna looked at Gokudera smiling, “It’s okay Gokudera-kun, I’ll be fine by myself for a while.”
“B-but-” before Gokudera could finish his sentence Yamamoto grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the floor.
“Thanks Tsuna!” Yamamoto left, dragging Gokudera with him.
***
Yamamoto ended up dragging Gokudera to his place and now Gokudera was sitting in the young swordsman’s room, waiting for him to come back with something “fun”. He thought he could escape through the window, but it was too late.
“I’m back!” Yamamoto was grinning holding up a bottle of some kind of alcohol.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Something fun.” He poured some in a small cup and handed it to Gokudera. “Try it!”
Gokudera reluctantly took a drink. It burned as it went down his throat. He looked at Yamamoto, who seemed to have no problems drinking this horrible tasting shit. Yamamoto grinned a poured Gokudera more. They continued drinking until the bottle was almost gone, and everything seemed to get fuzzy. That’s when Yamamoto decided to go through Gokudera’s bag.
“Hey! Don’t go through my stuff!” Yamamoto didn’t listen to him. He laughed and took out a bottle of pink nail polish, “I didn’t know you painted your nails Gokudera.”
“I don’t.” said Gokudera staring at the bottle of nail polish.
Yamamoto just shrugged and grabbed Gokudera’s hand. The storm guardian was too drunk to care about what might happen next. He just watched as the other boy painted his nails bright pink. He smiled. This is kinda fun, he thought.
As soon as Yamamoto was done Gokudera carefully took the nail polish from him, so he wouldn’t mess up his nails. “Let me paint your nails now.”
***
Gokudera woke up with a splitting headache. He blushed when he realized he had passed out on top of Yamamoto and that the baseball idiot’s arm was wrapped around his waist. He got up and looked around the room for his bag. When he found it he looked inside to see if he had everything. That’s when he realized the bag wasn’t his. Damnit, he thought, that idiot must have grabbed the wrong bag!
“There it is!” Gokudera turned around and saw Haru standing at the door. “Yamamoto must have accidently switched our bags yesterday.” Haru looked at Gokudera’s nails, “Hey, are you wearing my nail polish?”