Lookism Gun x Reader: How The Mighty Fall In Love

Wrestling In Bed With Gun

"I was trying to take a nap." I blushed, looking away and I tried to pull the blankets back over my head.

Gun pulled them back again and I blushed harder.

"It's cold..."

"What, you're not gonna call me some name like asshole, bitch, or turkey jerky?"

"Is it so unusual for me to not call you a name?" I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"A bit." I heard him nod against the pillow.

"If I'm so mean, I should just leave, right?"

"Nah, it's entertaining. There's not many people that sass me like you do. I think I'll keep you around a bit longer."

"Wow, I'm touched." I mumbled and glanced at him.

He smiled and I looked away.

"So you only keep me around cause I sass you? Be nicer and more people will do it. You don't need to keep me around for that."

"Well, until I find someone else to replace you with, I'll keep you."

I punched him in the stomach and he coughed out a laugh.

"I'm joking! I also keep you around cause you're cute." He smirked and poked my cheek.

"I'M NOT CUTE ASSHOLE!" I slapped his hand and we began to wrestle.

"Ugh, bitch!" I snapped and lifted my leg, wrapped it around his neck, swept my other leg under his legs to make him fall and I flipped us so I was on top. "You ass." I panted and he grinned at me. I had his hands pinned over his head.

"So. You're not upset anymore?" He asked.

"Upset?"

"You wouldn't even look at me and you ran to Goo when I tried to talk to you. You were obviously upset with me."

"Not with you." I huffed and sat up on his waist, releasing his wrists to cross my arms across my chest.

I looked away with a blush.

"Not at me huh?" He asked and I looked out the window. "Then what's wrong, Princess?"

"Don't call me Princess dumbass..." I closed my eyes. Damn it, how on earth can he make me blush so much?!

I felt his hands slide up my legs and hold my hips.

"Nothing's wrong, just tired..."

"I've known you long enough to know when something is bothering you."

I glanced down at him, then rolled my eyes before flopping down on him.

"I'm sorry I messed up your house. I didn't know Jordan had brought Kurtis along...or that HE was even here.... Those two don't get along...as you know."

"What did Kurtis say? I couldn't understand him. If you want to tell me of course." Gun said slowly rubbing my back comfortingly.

"To make a long headache inducing story short....Jordan kidnapped Kurtis again and hid him in your basement."

"Wait, but I didn't know he was down there. He would have died."

I glanced up at Gun and then looked away.

"Why don't they like each other?" Gun asked and I thought back to the event.

"Eh, they have problems they don't want to resolve." I shrugged and he nodded.

"Take a nap, you look tired."

"But if I take a nap, you'll thrown me out the window."

"Now why would I do that?"

"Cause you hate me for fucking up your house?"

"I don't hate you. And besides, you replaced everything, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I still messed it up..."

"Go to sleep. I promise not to throw you out or anything unless it's necessary."

I snorted and leaned into him. He pulled the blankets over us both and I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.