summary: nettspend sees a girl who seemingly knows all his friends. he thought she was pretty, asked about her, and found out she did nails for half the underground scene and more celebs. one appointment turns into a lot more.
smau + text fic
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osamason love this girl fr happy 19th @y/nusername
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mollysantana my fav nail techs bday 🎂🎂
user: aw y/n is so cute
user: she is two apples tall
user: what do i need to do to get my nails done by her
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user: you both are so tea wth
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xaviersobased it’s y/ns day today
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user: she’s lwk chopped
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↳ user: sub 5 talking
user: mama y papa
↳ user: WTFF? y/n is literally hannahs nail tech and they are friends??
user: who is this girl everyone keeps posting
↳ user: the queen
↳ user: deadass who is she?
↳ user: she is a celebrity nail tech but she just has connections and is friends with a lot of ppl who are ug rappers
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GUNNERS POV
Y/N POV
GUNNER POV
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a/n: ok so here i go making a new fic instead of updating my other ones bear with me guys 💔💔 this is probably shitty but i js wanted to do something since i have written in a month. i’m also creating a perm tag list so js comment perm taglist so ik <3 obv feel free to use any face claim you want since ik the one here won’t be consistent
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autors note: finally new fic w nett, I wanted to make it more angst and toxic, but here it is, not toxic fic at all
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warnings: quarrel, a little rough Gunner, the topic of drugs and alcohol, drunk sex, oral sex, reconciliation sex
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You and Gunner have been in a relationship for a long time. He was madly in love with you, constantly gave you gifts, was romantic, and so on. At first, you liked everything, but then your eyes started to open to other aspects.
Of course he was addicted to drugs, what else can you expect from rappers. It was like a vicious circle, first you and his friends, all of them, including nett, were high. Then there's a concert or something like that, and he gets sick by the end. Well, in the end, you're the only one helping him deal with the consequences.
And now, after all this time, you're still here. You stand backstage and wait for him to finish the concert. You were alone with three guards and a couple of his friends who weren't eager to talk to you. Most of them are unknown, but they want to become famous by being next to nett.
Finally, Gunner finishes and goes backstage. He grabs you by the shoulder, his actions seem aggressive and strange to you. You also can't see his face, because there's a lot of smoke, people, and other factors behind the stage.
And so you went into the dressing room. There were already a bunch of people you didn't know, all of them were either drunk or stoned. Nett sat you down on the couch next to some guys, and he went deeper into the room. You were sitting and nervous, this atmosphere was weighing on you, and you were afraid that your boyfriend would use drugs again. Plus, these dudes scared you as fuck, so you were trying not to look or interact with them.
When Gunner finally came back to you, you noticed his gait. You thought about alcohol, or at least weed, because otherwise he would have broken his promise to you. When he approached the couch, two guys immediately made room for him and he sat down.
You started the dialogue first, "Did you use something?" He shook his head, "Of course not, just a little weed and vodka, nothing hard ma." He reached out his hands to your cheeks and kissed your lips. You immediately turned away saying "eww", feeling the nasty taste of alcohol on his lips and the smell of cigarettes. In response, nett laughed.
But you weren't laughing, the concert had exhausted you, and you knew that Gunner shouldn't get drunk today, because there would be more performances tomorrow. That's why you told him, "Let's go to the room, I'm terribly tired." . In response, you got a questioning look, "What? We just started having fun..." You shook your head, "No, these people are going to ruin you, you're going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow." He turned away from you and started getting up, "Go alone, stop ruining my fun, you already forbade me to take drugs, and you also forbid me to hang out."
Before you could respond, nett asked the guard to take you to the car, after which he disappeared into the crowd. Walking to the car, you thought about what might happen to him, yes, he was not a little boy, but you were worried about him anyway. The trip didn't take long, and after getting out of the taxi, you quickly went up to your shared room. It was already late, so you immediately washed up and changed into your pajamas, after which you went to bed.
Unfortunately, you couldn't sleep, your thoughts were spinning too fast and you didn't notice that the phone with Gunner's chat was in your hands. You were typing really fast.
Hey, I'm really worried bout u, when will u arrive at the room?
The message was sent, but you fell asleep without waiting for a response. You were woken up by a loud sound in the hallway, you got up carefully and quietly went there. To your surprise, it was Gunner. He was sitting on the floor, trying to take off his other shoe. When you saw this, you knelt down next to him to help him take off his shoe.
"Oh, did I wake you up?...I'm sorry ma." He was very tired, but not so drunk that he couldn't think straight. Quickly taking off his remaining shoe, you stood up and he did the same, after which he hugged you as if he didn't want to let go. "I'm sorry for being rude to you, I should have gone with you..." he whispered in your ear. "It's okay, are you going to wash up?" You answered him, and he shook his head. "Then let's go to bed," you said, taking his hand and leading him into the room.
After going into the room, you lay back down while nett took off his clothes and accessories, ending up only in boxers. He lay down next to you, putting his hand on your waist. "You're so warm..." He ran his nose over your neck, "And you smell great..." He started covering your neck with kisses. "Gunner, I thought you wanted to sleep," you said mockingly, to which he snorted at your neck.
"Stop it, let's go to sleep," you turned around so that he would stop slobbering on your neck for at least a second. In response, he moved lower under the covers, so that his kisses now covered your thighs. "What are you doing?" You whimpered a little at the end, he started kissing the inside of your thigh. "I want to apologize to you," he looked at you with his crystal blue eyes from under the covers, while his fingers pulled down your pajama shorts along with your panties.
Unable to resist him, you succumbed to pleasure, and buried your hand in his hair, accidentally averting your gaze from embarrassment. "Look at me or I won't do anything," he commanded, and you obeyed. His warm breath was hitting your pussy, which made you whimper. After a couple of seconds, his mouth finally came into contact with your warmth, and his fingers began kneading your ass and thighs.
Gunner started moving his tongue at your entrance, and his nose reached your clitor a little. But he decided to start stimulating it with one hand, pressing you against his mouth with the other. You writhed with pleasure like a snake, while he continued to work his tongue. And then he started entering your hole with his tongue, licking you dry there, and the clitoral stimulation added even more pleasure to you, which is why the orgasm came to you very quickly, and nett noticed it. "Come on, cum in my mouth ma, I've been waiting for this all fucking day" he said a little indistinctly, because his mouth was busy.
Finally, your back arched and you came in his mouth. Nett crawled out from under the covers licking his lips and fingers, after which he kissed you hard, leaving your own taste on your lips. "Now for sure, good night," he said, putting his arm around your waist. "Good night."
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ugupdatesdaily nettspend and ex girlfriend mazzy joya spotted leaving her apartment in LA after reports surface of nettspend and his current girlfriend, y/n y/l/n arguing at dinner. link in bio for more.
a/n: not a lot happens in this part but I’m trying I swear😪
intro
m.list!
*the next morning*
You get up and start going about your day, you don’t have any shoots scheduled for today so you can do whatever you want really. That’s when you finally get that message from an unknown number that you’ve been waiting for.
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b.g. : gunner needs a model for a music video. he wants y/n, a model most known online for her beautiful looks and engagement with the rap scene. she doesn't answer after his first few attempts, but after a some more, gunner finally succeeds.
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seven months ago..
gunner runs his hand through his hair, like he's trying to make up his mind.
"can i," he says suddenly, then clearing his throat. "can i get your number?"
i feel my heart beat more vigorously than it has all day.
"um, yeah, sure," i respond, trying my hardest to not let my nerves show through my voice.
he nods, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it, and handing it to me. our fingers brush, just the smallest bit.
i type in my number, along with my name before handing it back to him.
"don't make me regret that," i say, trying to joke around though i still feel very nervous.
"i won't," gunner tells me, his tone serious.
i hold his gaze for a few moments more.
"bye, gunner."
"bye, y/n."
i head towards the exit, my manger noticing and following suit.
it's been seven months since i shot the music video with gunner - or nettspend. that also means it's been about six months since i've last spoke with him.
that doesn't mean he ignored me. he did text me after the shoot and we chatted for a bit, but i guess the time wasn't right.
it faded away like all things do: slowly, then all at once. our conversations turned into short replies, our short replies turning into nothing.
i didn't let myself get hung up on what could've happened - because, let's be honest, nothing really happened during that one shoot. but, i didn't forget about him.
the few cute moments always make me wonder where i'd be now if we still talked. i still remember our late night conversations, our plans that we never followed through with, all the moments that felt bigger than they actually were. but that must've just been my excitement, because now i realize it really wasn't anything great.
we follow each other on instagram and we like each other's posts, but that's about how far it goes now.
i see his name everywhere now. it's not like i didn't before, but his promo for his new album 'early life crisis' is taking over my instagram and tiktok feed.
i don't really think much of it. he's doing his thing - y'know, making music. and i guess i'm doing mine.
that's just how things go.
i'm being driven to some photoshoot i have booked. not to sound like that, but i get so busy nowadays, i don't have enough time to really look into where i'm going to. that's my manager's job.
as i'm sat in the car, looking out the window, i feel my phone buzz in my hand. i look down, expecting it to be my manager, just giving me some additional information about today's shoot. but, it's not.
i read the name.
gunner.
huh?
my eyebrows scrunch. i click on his message.
gunner
[address]
tmr @ 10pm
i stare at it for a second. words can't explain how confused i am right now.
y/n
what is this
i see the typing bubble pop up almost immediately.
gunner
pull up
y/n
im confused
gunner
you still stay in ny?
y/n
yeah ..
gunner
my album release party
had to invite the best model i've had in one of my videos
i raise an eyebrow. what is he trying to get at?
y/n
so what is that supposed to mean
gunner
exactly what u think
y/n
mmk
well i'll think about it
gunner
u should come
wanted to invite you myself
y/n
we'll see
he hearts my message. and that ends our conversation.
i lock my phone and put it back into my lap, looking back out the window. but now, my mind is clouded with so many questions. why did he want to personally invite me? was he still thinking about me? why did he invite me at all? i could go on.
"everything okay?" my manager cuts through my thoughts, glancing at me through the rear view mirror. she must've noticed my facial expressions.
"yeah," i say quickly. "do you remember gunner? from the music video shoot like half a year ago?"
my manager nods. "yeah. nettspend, right? what about him?"
"he, um, invited me to his listening party for his new album," i tell her.
my manager smiles at me, turning to face at me instead of just looking at me through the rear view mirror. "did he? that sounds fun!"
i nod, giving her a tight-lipped smile.
she continues. "have you guys kept in touch? i know he asked for you number after that shoot."
"no," i start, shaking my head. "i mean, we texted for a few weeks but it didn't go anywhere. i'm honestly really surprised he invited me."
the shoot takes up the rest of my day. i've gotten very used to it now, considering i've been modeling for some time now.
the outfit changes, the lights, the directions being called out to me. it's all easy for me to slip into. it's easy for me to forget about a conversation that never really answered my questions.
almost.
every time there's a pause, a brief moment that i have to myself, my mind drifts back to it.
'10pm'?
'pull up'?
'had to invite the best model i've had in one of my videos'?
'wanted to invite you myself'?
why'd he say all of this, like it meant nothing?
like the last time he spoke to me wasn't six months ago?
not even a hi or hello?
the next day..
i'm standing in front of my mirror, staring at myself like i'm trying to figure out what i'm even doing.
my manager assured me that i'll have fun. and even if i don't have as much fun as she anticipates, it'll be good for connections and publicity.
my phone sits on my bed behind me, lighting up and buzzing with notifications that i don't even care to check.
gunner never followed up after our last text. i didn't expect him to. i just thought there might've been a small chance he'd ask again if i'm coming.
i adjust my outfit once more. then i stop, and i sigh.
"you're overthinking it," i mutter to myself, trying to convince myself.
but i don't move from my spot in front of the mirror. i stay there, staring at anything that could be considered 'imperfect' about my outfit, and making sure it's fixed.
who am i trying to impress? i ask myself.
but i don't answer that, because deep down i know who i'm trying to impress.
but the real truth is, i don't know what i'm walking into.
or why i even said 'we'll see'.
my phone buzzes once again. and this time, i actually check it.
it's my manager.
manager <3
the cars outside
have fun!
i sigh. grabbing my bag, i type back:
y/n
thank u
i'll try :)
the ride there is quiet. more quiet than usual.
i watch the city lights blur past me as i get closer and closer to gunners party. for once, i don't have my headphones in. i allow myself to sit with my thoughts.
i glance down at my phone. 9:51pm. i'm about 20 minutes away from the party. i still have time to collect myself. i hope.
i pull up to the location. the building is already lit up, people gathered outside, their phones recording and taking photos. i hear music faintly leaking through the doors before i even step inside.
getting out the car, i see some fans, who seem like they weren't allowed inside, turn their attention to me. some call out my name, recording me. i smile at them, making my way to the door.
i step inside the building, the noise hitting me even louder than it did outside.
he's somewhere inside, i know it.
but i don't see him.
not yet.
to be continued..
a/n : part 3...... i actually love this plot line omggg yall just wait ;) anywayyyy lmk what u guys think about this part!! feel free to send me reqs, comments, questions, suggestions, or anything thru my inbox/private messages!! likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated <22 love u guys!!!!!
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synopsis: you live in florida while keegan lives in ny, so the distance was there. but what if he surprised you?
warnings: none
a/n: petition for people to start writing for him please!!!!!
You and Keegan were on the phone with each other just talking about whatever. It was mostly him talking though.
Which you didn’t care for, you loved listening to his voice, not really caring what the fuck he was talking about. Well, you cared, but the only thing you focused on was his voice.
At some point, you wanted to speak up too. You wanted him to come visit you at some point.
“Keegan, when do you plan on having a tour in Florida?” You asked him.
“When it’s not so fucking hot over there.” He replied back.
You sighed, “well, what if it was to visit me? We can stay in the house all day, or find activities that have us inside?”
“I’d love that, but I’m busy the entire week. Music and shit, y’know?” He said.
You sighed again, but a little sadder because you’ve been trying to get him back down here for a year now. He had a tour in Florida once, and that’s when he visited you and extended his stay. Yall had so much fun together that whole entire week.
Little did you know, he already had tickets planned and his flight was tomorrow. He wanted to surprise you, and this time he was able to stay for a month.
He knew the departure would hurt a lot but he wasn’t thinking about that right now, he was only thinking about you and how much fun he was gonna have with you.
“Alright, well I have to get some sleep now, early session tomorrow.” He said, looking at you through the screen.
“Oh okay, be safe and I love you.” You told him.
“Love you too, baby.” He said before kissing the screen, you, and hanging up. He was excited for what was to come.
The next day, it was around 4:50am once he arrived to the airport. His flight left at 6, but if anyone who travels know, you literally have to be there an hour or two early.
He got his bags checked, and in the lower department of the plane before grabbing food and snacks and waiting for his plane to come.
A few hours later, it was around 1pm now once he got into your house. You had given him the code to your door once and he’s remembered it ever since.
Once he got in, you were asleep on your kitchen counter (don’t ask why). He saw you and shook his head before making his way to you and rubbing your cheek and kissing it.
“Hey, wake up.” He whispered softly in your ear. You woke up slowly and squinted your eyes. Is that who you think it is?
“Keegan?” You rubbed your eyes and looked again, you smiled and jumped on him.
“Hi babyyy” he said, kissing you repeatedly, you did the same.
“How did you get here?? I thought you said you had stuff to do.” You said, still shocked.
“Well I lied, I had to make you think I couldn’t come.” He said, hugging you.
“I love you so much, Keegan!!” You said, muffled into his shoulder.
“I love you too, (Name)!” He said.
a/n: lil rushed cuz im doing a fic that I don’t think anyone’s done on here yet, could be wrong.
