hey, maybe you can create a second blog with questions? Maybe this will make you feel better, well, in the sense that there are more and more questions and you won’t have time to answer them, then maybe you’ll create a second blog?
I don’t really think that would help? Like asks will still be there, just separately and I don’t really see a need for that currently
Plus I’m not really stressing about it, in the end of the day it’s for fun, just wanted to address that to people who sent them and didn’t get the reply (yet)
But thanks offer and caring, I appreciate that ❤️
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mild disbelief (gun park x reader)
details: crack drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun are lovers living together, reader is a renowned fighter
summary: gun asks about a scar he spots on you.
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THUMP!
"Ow..."
"I told you about that slippery spot on the floor."
"Screw off," you yelled back. Why did your boyfriend have to be nearby while you fell in an embarrassingly loud way?
You were still lying on the floor when you spotted Gun's head peeking around from a corner. The smile on his face was full of amusement and you rolled your eyes.
He walked over to crouch down next to you as you forced yourself to sit up with a grunt. "How's the injury?" he asked.
After you took a moment to get yourself back together, you swatted a hand at him. "Bad. I'm suing you."
Gun decided to deadpan to keep the joke going. "How sad. Will you let me go if I treat your injury?"
"No."
"I'll pay for your hospital bills?"
"Deal!" You grinned.
"Good." He held a hand out and helped you stand up. "Welcome to the hospital, I'm your doctor and I'll treat you for free."
You gave him a feigned look of annoyance and he replied with a smirk. Nonetheless, you allowed him to drag you into the room where he had all his medical related stuff.
"Was my fall so serious you need to get medicine?" you questioned as you sat yourself down on a chair while he dug through the cabinets.
"Perhaps not, but better safe than sorry. The fall also sounded pretty bad, if you ask me."
"I guess." It certainly felt bad to you, that was for sure. In fact, it was even vaguely stinging at the moment. Still nothing to worry about though, but you figured you'd rather have it heal quickly anyway.
Gun waved you over after he found what he wanted. "Come sit at the table here. I'm not going to get on my knees to apply this on you."
"Yeesh, okay." You muttered, "This hospital sucks," on the way over which made your boyfriend's pokerface waver but ultimately ended with him just slightly smiling. It looked a little condescending, actually.
Once seated with your back facing Gun, he asked you to lift your shirt a little, which you obliged. Some brief peace and quiet fell as he applied the brusing cream on your lower back.
If it were anyone else, you would ask them to be a little more gentle, but you've fought alongside Gun enough times to know his rough style of patching up a person. It's not like you were exactly careful when patching him up, either. (Not that he minded the pain...)
"There," said Gun. You breathed a sigh of relief and were about to let go of your shirt until you felt his hand grab your wrist and lift it up higher. "Wait."
"The hell are you--"
"Is this a scar?"
"Huh?" You had a scar...? That was Gun's thing, not yours. What did he mean by a scar?
His finger traced a small line on your back. "This. Where did this come from? It doesn't look new."
You didn't give him a response, too busy thinking about what he was talking about. Then, it hit you.
Two years ago or so, when you had slipped down some stairs and something scratched your back on the tumble down. You still don't know what it was to this day, and you had totally forgotten about said scar because it was on a part of you that you weren't able to see unless you looked in a mirror. You were about to tell the story with a laugh but then it occured to you that you could absolutely make up some "badass" bullshit story for it.
Suddenly you felt grateful that you were facing away from him or he wouldn't believe your story from your current mischievous expression.
"I'm waiting."
"Sorry, Gun, I was just..." You let out a sigh, trying to sound as realistic as possible. "I got caught up in a memory."
"What memory?" Gun let your shirt drop and moved to put the medicine away as you continued speaking.
"Do you remember a few years ago when we both went to Japan to deal with unfinished business?"
"Yes."
"During the time we both split, I actually came across Ryuhei." You did your best not to laugh at the silence that followed.
"Ryuhei...? Kagiroi? The man who fights like a firework?" eventually mumbled Gun.
"Yes." Putting on a serious expression, you spun around to look at him and make your story seem more sincere. "He picked a fight with me because I wandered into his gang's territory and we ended up fighting. He left that back scar on me." Semi-dramatically, you added, "I won the fight, of course. And naturally, I left a scar on him, too."
The man before you seemed very deep in thought. You were beginning to think he didn't believe you but then he said, "Hm. I do remember seeing an unexplained scar on Ryuhei before."
"Seriously?! I just made that up!" That did it for you, and you couldn't stop yourself from wheezing. When Gun looked at you with confusion, you just started laughing.
"Is there something funny?"
Continuing to laugh, you tried to explain yourself in between gasps of air. Fortunately, it didn't take long for you to calm yourself so you were able to state the truth coherently. The second he heard it all, he slowly turned around with his arms crossed.
"...I didn't believe you for a second."
What could you do except laugh some more?
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"Ryuhei, I have a question to ask concerning the scar on your upper arm."
"Ask away, Gun!"
"Where did it come from?"
"Oh, it was from a while back. Me and my boys were throwing bricks at each other for projectile dodging and--hey, where are you going?! Why are you just walking away?!"
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