your my one call
jail! nett, bsf! reader, slight angst, bailing out, nett is so rich oml, mostly fluff, no smut blah blah sorry if this is bad i’ve never been to jail.
“hey,” his voice rings. a random number. “nett, it’s two in the fucking morning…” you mumble, your eyes still closed from sleep. “i know, ma. i got a problem…”
you sigh. being the best friend of nettspend isn’t easy. drugs, alcohol, speeding, late nights. none of it is easy, but you do it for him. “what did you do, now?”
you hear his tears over the phone. “i really fucked up…” he swallows. “they got me in this cell, ma.” you groan. “come on, tell me your joking.” he sniffles. “i didn’t even do that much… i was just speeding, and they caught me without my license.”
you huff, growing more frustrated. “i told you, you should’ve gotten-“ “i know! okay?! i know i should’ve listened… but i need you to bail me out…” he pleads. “nett. you know i don’t got that kind of money…”
“i know- i’ll just give you my banking shit or something…” you smirk. “hmm, what do i get in return?”
“anything, ma. i’ll buy you a fuckin car if you really need it.” he pleads, getting more desperate. “fine…” you mutter.
gunner recalls the numbers, giving you them and anything you’d need. surprising that he’s actually remembering these things with the state he’s in.
“i’ll be there by 1.” you simply say, hanging up the phone.
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after the call, gunner picks at his fingers, he tries to read, he tries to socialize. nothing. just the image of you, he imagines the power you’d have, you could leave him there if you really wanted.
you wouldn’t, would you? “gunner shepardson.” the intercom blares. he looks up, nervous already, is it time to take more of his things? “god, please let this misery be over…” he mutters before walking to the front of his cell.
a guard is unlocking the door, a pair of cuffs and a key in hand. “someone’s here. visitation.” the guard grunts. “is- is it her?” he looks up at the guard, towering over him. “can’t say.”
as they walk the long halls, the guard smiles at him. “i’m not really supposed to talk to you guys, but i know how it is, kid. it’s hard to not get wrapped up in this…” gunner nods, sniffling. “man- i really hope it’s her.”
they reach the front area and gunners face fucking lights up. for the first time since he’s been in there, he’s got some hope. “my jobs over, but you better try to stay out of this dump.”
you look at him through the glass, smiling. you really wished you hadn’t had to get him out, but your glad he called you.
“bail for shepardson!” the front desk lady shouts. he looks up as the door is unlocked.
“hey ma, i really- uh- thank you.” his voice cracks. “uh- can i hug you?” you chuckle. “of course, gunner…”
he sobs. he fucking sobs. to be honest with yourself, you’ve never seen gunner really cry. he’s teared up when talking about his dad, or his past, but never like this.
“i love you, ma.” he sniffles, whispering in your ear.
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later that day:
you and gunner are sitting on your couch. you two ordered pizza, and decided to watch a movie. “so, why’d you call me?”
“your my one call. nobody ever picks up like you do…” he mumbles.
you pull him tighter into your arms, placing a kiss on his forehead. “maybe we should be more than friends…”
anyway guys, should i make this a series???
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