Lookism Gun x Reader: How The Mighty Fall In Love

All Nighters?

I sobbed as I hugged him, my face buried in his neck.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry!" I repeated in between sobs.

"It's okay, just breathe. Take deep breaths YN, you're okay. It was only a dream."

"But it felt so real!"

"I know, but you're awake now. It's okay. You're alive, I'm alive, it's okay."

I thought of all the people I killed, the few I could remember at least, and I sobbed, holding him tighter.

Gun spent about two hours trying to get me to calm down.

It didn't work.

I only stopped because I couldn't breathe anymore and I had no more tears left to cry. I stared at the wall and I could hear San and Mew crying to be let in.

Gun picked me up and carried me to the door with one hand. He opened the door and the babies ran in, jumping up and down to try and get to me. I stared blankly at them and Gun sent them to sit in the corner.

He sat me back onto the bed and went into the bathroom. My eyes were swollen and I just wanted sleep so I flopped to my side.

Gun dug around and found the first aid kit. He came back and gently rolled me on to my back. I let him, just staring at ceiling. I felt numb. I felt the burning of the alcohol on my stomach as he dabbed the cotton ball on the scratches.

"Shit..." He whispered and I glanced at him. "You're going to need stitches for two of these...."

"Nah, I'm going to sleep instead." I said and tried to roll over.

"Stop it. I'll try to be gentle about it."

I huffed but nodded and felt the needle peirce my skin. I didn't even twitch. I was to busy lost in thought.

All those people that I killed and could actually remember. I'm not worth this. I'm keeping Gun awake because of my dumbass.

"Stop."

"What?"

"Stop it, I'm fine. Just go to sleep."

"You are not fine, you're hurt. Now stop moving."

"But."

"Shhh."

"What if I push you off?"

"Then I'll tie you to the bed."

"That's some kinky shit, daddy."

Oops.

He gasped in shock then snorted.

I was way to tired to have a filter.

Gun wrapped my stomach up and put bandages on the sides of my face. He sent the babies out because he didn't want my wounds to get infected and I watched him change the bedsheets.

He took a shower, that I didn't watch, before pulling me into bed with him.

"I should just go to my own room."

"No, you might have another nightmare."

He was right, but I didn't want to bother him more than I already have. Besides, I don't think I'll sleep for the rest of the night.

"I'll be okay. I'm to tired to even think."

"Just sleep." He said and pulled the blankets over us both. I stared at the ceiling, way to scared to go back to sleep. I was terrified to have another nightmare. I didn't really care if I hurt myself but the dreams themselves are enough to keep me awake.

It was about five A.M. I have to be awake in a few hours anyways. I'll just let him sleep and I'll think of all the stuff I have to do.

Perhaps I should go see how my bases in India and Italy are doing. I also have to go to Antarctica soon.

I could always send Kurt in my place. That weirdo hasn't been answering my calls though..I should check on him tomorrow....I think I may know where he is. And if he's not there, then I'll send out an alert.

I felt myself tense up and shake lightly as tears silently rolled down my cheeks. I forced myself to stop shaking but I guess Gun felt it because he pulled me closer and put his arms around me.

I tucked my face into his side and closed my eyes. I felt safer under him. I guess I fell asleep after some time of thinking because when I opened my eyes, the sun was up.

My eyes hurt and burned like hell so I closed them again.

I noticed that my head and one of my hands was on Gun's chest. My other hand was holding onto his wrist. He has both his arms around me and and our legs were tangled together.

I blinked my soar eyes and looked at the television. It was on but on silent with the subtitles on.

"Are you watching make up and hair tutorials?" I asked in a quiet voice.

He jumped before scrambling for the remote.

"I'm not even watching it, I was watching fights but then this popped up, I didn't search it up." He said and quickly turned it off.

I laughed gently, sitting up and wincing.

"Careful, you're still hurt." Gun said gently putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm okay, really." I smiled at him then caught sight of myself in the mirror.

"Kuh-"

(That's the noise you made, you weren't saying anything.)

Gun chuckled and I smacked him.

"Ow." He laughed.

"What time is it?"

"1:59"

"Excuse me?!"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you wake me?!"

"You look tired."

"I'm always tired! I live on two hours of sleep, five cups of coffee with like, 20 shots each, energy bars, shining light in my eyes and slapping my face to keep me awake! This is nothing!"

"I know, and that's the problem." He said and reached for my hair. I turned and bit his thumb.

"Ow. Why are you so weird?"

"Biff." I said trying to cuss at him, but it was muffled.