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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mollysantana my fav nail techs bday đđ
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user: what do i need to do to get my nails done by her
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xaviersobased itâs y/ns day today
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âł user: WTFF? y/n is literally hannahs nail tech and they are friends??
user: who is this girl everyone keeps posting
âł user: the queen
âł user: deadass who is she?
âł 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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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.
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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i stay where i am for a few seconds after gunner disappears.
which is embarrassing, honestly - how can one small touch from him affect me this way?
"don't disappear before i come back."
the words replay over and over in my head, like a catchy tune that i can't shake from my mind.
i force myself to move, pushing off the wall taking a look around the room, trying to ground myself again. people are still talking over each other, laughing, and moving through the crowd like nothing important just happened.
but maybe nothing important did happen. maybe i'm just dramatic.
i start to make my way towards the bar to get another soda, and someone brushes past me and nearly knocks into my shoulder, muttering a quick apology.
i get my drink and stand towards the side of the room, closer to one of the darker corners where the lights don't hit me as hard.
across the room, i can see movement near the front.
it's gunner.
people crowd around where he stands while someone adjusts something near the speakers. i hear voices yelling out his name. phones are already out.
i watch him from a distance.
the lights dim slightly. a cheer rises through the room.
"thank you all for coming," gunner voice echoes, the autotune evident through the speakers.
he scans the crowd while he talks. and for one stupid second, i wonder if he's looking for me.
"are y'all ready?" he asks.
the crowd erupts with cheers and hollers.
then the music starts.
the bass vibrates through the floor beneath my heels.
people immediately react, some yelling, some already singing lyrics from snippets he's teased online.
i stay near the back while the room loses itself to the music.
the lights flash across everyone's faces, the bass shaking throughout he walls so hard i can feel it rattle in my chest. people push closer toward the front, phones raised high in the air while gunner moves across the small stage like he was made for this.
and maybe he was.
every now and then, i catch better glimpses of him through the crowd. his chains catching the light, his tattooed hand gripping the microphone, sweat dampening pieces of his dyed hair.
i try not to stare too much. but i fail a little.
the energy in the room is insane. people scream and cheer while he paces across the stage, feeding off the chaos around him. i stay further back, tucked between people near the wall, just watching.
then his eyes find mine.
it happens so suddenly that i almost think i'm imagining it.
but he looks directly at me through the crowd.
and he doesn't look away either.
his head tilts slightly, like some sort of sign of acknowledgement.
he hasn't stopped performing, just merely focusing his vision on me as he continues.
my stomach twists.
someone jumps in front of me, blocking my view for a second, but when they move again, gunner's still looking.
then he finally tears his attention away from me and keeps performing.
i hate how much that affects me.
after a while, the room grows hotter. and louder. and somehow more crowded.
gunner's been performing for a little while now, so i feel fine to step away for a second. i don't think i'll miss much.
i slip down a hallway near the bathrooms where it's quieter. the bass is still audible, but it's more dulled now.
i lean against the wall and take a sip from my cup, exhaling slowly.
i stay there for around two minutes, just standing there, before my phone lights up in my hand.
gunner
wya
he must've finished performing already. before i can even process it, another text comes through.
gunner
thought i said don't disappear
despite myself, i smile.
y/n
i needed air
i just went to the hall near the bathrooms
the typing bubble appears almost instantly.
gunner
stay there
my stomach flips annoyingly fast at his message.
a minute later, i hear noises somewhere down the hallway. footsteps. which, to me, feel different than a random person who needs to use the restroom.
then gunner appears around the corner. i knew it.
his eyes land on me.
he's slightly out of breath, probably from performing, and there's still adrenaline written all over him. his skin is flushed and his black shirt sticks to his skin.
"there you are," he says.
the words are simple, but something about the way he says them makes my stomach tighten.
i raise an eyebrow, trying to ignore it.
"what, you thought i actually left?" i ask.
gunner walks closer, stopping a few feet in front of me.
"didn't know."
i let out a small laugh. "you seem weirdly concerned about that," i tell him.
he looks at me for a second before shrugging lightly.
"maybe i wanted you here."
it's the honestly in his voice that catches me off guard.
i glance down at my cup, suddenly aware of how warm my face now feels.
"but you have, like, so many people out there for you already," i murmur.
"not the same."
my eyes flick back up to his.
i nervously tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. "your performance was good."
"yeah?" he asks, not breaking eye contact.
"yeah," i nod. "i liked your new songs."
gunner's lips tug into a small grin at that.
"good," he says. "figured you would."
he takes a step closer to me.
i lift an eyebrow. "oh, really?"
he shrugs, leaning one shoulder against the wall. "yeah. seems like your type."
my eyebrows furrow slightly, a small smile on my lips.
"and what exactly is my type?" i ask.
gunner looks at me for a second too long before answering.
"hmm... loud.. chaotic.. hard to keep up with."
i squint my eyes slightly, still smiling. "seems like you're just describing yourself."
"maybe."
my smile nearly drops. he says it so effortlessly, unaware of how his words are affecting me.
i don't know how to respond. there's silence that settles between us.
i take a sip of my drink mostly to give myself something to do.
"crowd was kinda annoying, though," gunner says after a second. "could barely see you back there."
my eyes dart up to his.
i force a light smile, trying to keep my voice steady even though my chest is actively tightening.
"were you looking for me that bad?" i ask, almost teasing.
gunner doesn't answer me right away.
he just looks at me. like he's deciding how honest he wants to be.
that small pause does nothing for my nerves.
i take another small sip of my soda too quickly, immediately regretting it because now i definitely feel his attention on me more than before.
finally, he shrugs like it's not a big deal.
"maybe," he says.
him and all these "maybe"'s.
i stare at him for a second too long, trying to decode what he actually means by it.
i shift my weight, forcing myself to look anywhere else - his chain, the wall, the light that's slightly flickering above us.
"you can't just say maybe," i quietly tell him.
gunner lets out a soft breath through his nose, like he's amused but also not really in the mood to play it off anymore.
"why not?" he asks.
like it's a genuine question to ask.
i glance back at him, my eyebrows pulling together. "because it's annoying."
he nods slowly, like he understand, but he doesn't look away from me.
"yeah," he says. "is it?"
i lightly exhale, nodding. "what does it mean?"
"what?"
"the 'maybe'," i tell him. "and you're doing it again."
"yeah," he says simply. "i guess i am."
no attempt to fix it - just agreement, like we're not talking about something that's bothering me.
i stare at him for a second. "you're not even gonna explain it?"
he shrugs, slower this time, like he's thinking about what he's saying before he actually speaks.
"there's not much to explain," he says. "i said maybe because i don't fully know."
his voice is less sharp and calmer now.
i blink. "you don't know?"
he nods.
"not with you."
i glance away, trying to steady myself.
"that's a little concerning," i mutter, trying to laugh it off, but my voice comes out quieter than i want it to.
gunner's eyes stay on me.
"i don't mean it in a bad way," he says softly. "you just.. throw me off sometimes."
i look back at him. "me?"
he gives a small nod.
"yeah."
i shift my cup between my hands, not sure how to respond.
"you don't seem like the type of get thrown off."
that gets a faint smile out of him.
"you'd be surprised."
i study his face for a second, trying to figure out if he's being serious.
and he is. completely.
"so when you say maybe," i start slowly, "you mean.. what? that you don't know if you were looking for me?"
gunner sucks in a breath and looks down the hallway for a half a second before looking back at me.
"no," he says. "i was looking for you."
my stomach stirs.
the way he says it is so simple that it almost hits me harder.
i blink at him.
"oh."
his lips twitch slightly, like he knows that caught me off guard.
"the maybe part," he continues, "is me trying to figure out why you got stuck in my head like this."
i hate how honest he's being.
i stare at him for a second too long before asking, "so what does that mean?"
he shrugs. "i mean, i know i like being around you," he says, taking a step closer to me, eyes focused on the ground. âi figured that out seven months ago. but i think about you more than i probably should," he pauses briefly. "you know i was hoping you'd come tonight."
his eyes flick to mine again.
"i just don't wanna say some dramatic shit and make it weird."
my breath catches at that. that's the least dramatic thing he could've said, but it still affects me anyway.
i let out a small laugh, mostly out of nerve. "might be a bit too late for the weird part."
gunner smiles softly.
"yeah," he says. "maybe a little."
i shake my head, looking down for a second and gathering up my courage.
"you know what your problem is?" i ask him.
"what?"
"you just say shit without thinking about what it actually means."
that actually makes him quietly chuckle.
"is that bad?"
"no," i tell him. "itâs not. i don't even think you mean to do it."
"i probably don't."
gunner shifts a little closer without seeming to realize he's doing it.
"you feel uncomfortable around me?" he suddenly asks.
the question surprises me.
"what?"
"back there," he tells me. "you looked nervous."
i stare at him. the fact that he noticed makes me feel even more nervous.
i try to play it off. "maybe because you kept staring at me during your performance."
the corners of his lip curl up into a smile.
"couldn't help it."
i roll my eyes, but it lacks any real annoyance.
gunner watches me for a second.
"you know," he starts, "i really didn't know if you were going to leave or not."
i look at him. "why?"
he shrugs lightly.
"felt like something you'd do."
i narrow my eyes. "what's that supposed to mean?"
"nothing bad," he says, in his usual casual tone. "sometimes it feels like you're waiting for a reason to leave."
thatâs weird, because i feel like iâm always waiting for a reason to stay.
i look down at my cup. "sometimes i just like acting hard to get," i say lightly. "doesn't mean i actually want to leave."
my eyes hold his for a second longer.
then the corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
"yeah?" he asks.
i shrug, trying to keep my expression casual though i can feel the tensions sitting between us.
"yeah."
he looks at me for a moment.
"you're good at it then," gunner says.
i let out a quiet laugh. "at being hard to get?"
"at making people unsure," he replies.
something about the way he says "people" makes it obvious he means himself too.
i tilt my head slightly, a new wave of confidence taking over me. "you unsure about me, gunner?"
he leans back against the wall again, relaxed, but his gaze doesn't leave my face.
"all the time," he admits.
i smile a little. "that sounds like a you problem."
"probably is," he tells me.
theres a moment of silence between us, but it doesn't feel awkward. if anything, it feels worse. because now he's looking at me like he knows i stayed. like he knows i could've left an hour ago but didn't.
my fingers tighten around my cup.
"you seem to think about me a lot," i point out.
gunner's eyes flick down to my lips for a quick second before meeting my eyes again.
"i guess i do," he admits.
my heart skips a beat. i try to smile through it.
"that's kinda crazy considering we barely talked."
he shrugs, still watching me.
"didn't really feel like barely," he says.
i let out a soft laugh.
"gunner," i start, shaking my head a little. "it was one music video and a few weeks of texting."
"i know."
"do you?"
he huffs out a quiet laugh at that, looking down for a second before looking back at me.
"yeah," he says. "i do."
his voice is calm, but there's something underneath it that i can't decipher.
i shift against the wall behind me, suddenly aware of how little space there is between us.
"so, why?" i ask before i can stop myself.
his eyebrows lift slightly. "why what?"
"why me? what makes me so special?" i ask, trying to make my tone sound more playful.
but for a second, i almost regret asking that.
gunner looks at me like he's actually thinking about the answer instead of trying to come up with something smooth.
"i don't know," he admits. "you just stuck."
my breath catches.
he notices.
of course he does.
his eyes stay on mine as he continues, but quieter now.
"after the shoot, i thought i'd get over it or something," he smiles to himself, like heâs reminiscing on those times. "then i'd see you post or iâd get a text from you and it'd start all over again."
i stare at him.
he continues before i can think of something to say.
"but you didn't really make it easy either."
i blink. "me?"
"yeah," he tilts his head. "you'd reply like you didn't care, then say something that made me think maybe you did."
i look down at my cup, smiling to myself.
"maybe i liked keeping you confused."
gunner laughs at that.
"yeah. i figured that out."
my eyes lift back to his.
"and you still kept texting me?"
his gaze holds mine.
"yeah," he says, his voice honest. "i wanted to."
he exhales through his mouth.
"i thought about texting you a lot after we stopped talking," gunner continues.
i stare at him.
"why didn't you?" i ask.
he shrugs lightly. "didn't know if you wanted me to."
i let out a breath, almost smiling. "you make me sound evil."
he laughs under his breath. "you liked messing with me."
"and you liked letting me."
"true," he says quickly.
almost too quickly.
there's a pause.
"still do, honestly," he tells me.
i feel my throat go a little dry.
i laugh a bit. "you're really confident for someone who said he doesn't know what he's doing."
gunner shrugs, like both things can exist at once.
"i don't," he says. "but i know what i like."
i stare into his eyes.
"and what do you like?"
he watches me for a second.
then he steps a fraction closer.
not enough to trap me, but nearly enough to make my body react.
"you," he responds.
i blink a couple of times, my cheeks feeling hot. a smile automatically finds its way on my face.
i let out a short breath, trying to turn it into something lighter. "you're insane."
he smiles faintly. "yeah?"
"you can't just say things like that like it's nothing," i tell him.
"why not?" he asks. "it's true."
i open my mouth, then close it again. because honestly, i don't know how to respond.
"i've been trying to act normal all night," he says. "but you're making that very hard for me."
i blink a few times.
my voice comes out quieter. "i get that now."
his eyes flick to my mouth, but this time he doesn't try to hide it.
"aren't you supposed to be out there?" i ask, referring to his party.
"yeah, i am," he replies.
but he doesn't move.
the space between us feels smaller than it was a second ago.
"if i go back out there, i don't want you to leave," he adds.
i blink a few times. "i won't," i quietly tell him.
"good," gunner says.
his hand comes up and brushes some of my hair out of my face.
after that, he lets his hand rest on my jaw.
then he leans in.
it's slow - agonizingly slow.
but when his lips finally reach mine, they gently press against my own, catching me in a kiss.
it's quick. just barely a few seconds long.
but this brief kiss cuts through everything he's been saying all night.
i can taste the cigarettes he smoked mixed with the flavor of mint gum - a woody, slightly bitter taste, combined with a crisp and icy one.
he only pulls back a fraction. just close enough that i feel his breath on my skin.
"i'll be right back," he tells me, like nothing just happened.
then he lets go and steps away, turning down the hallway and disappearing once again.
to be continued..
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Summary. you and gunner have been best friends since you were kids. you grew up together in va and moved to la together for you careers, him in music and you modeling. gunner has feelings for you but you have a bf, however gunner couldnt care less about him.
summary: he texted you like nothing ever happened. you showed up anyway. now youâre backstage at his show again, standing in the space between what you were and whatever you are now. when he asks you to leave with him after, you say yes without fully thinking it through. by the time the internet catches you both in the same frame outside the venue, itâs already too late to pretend it meant nothing.
word count: ~2,050 words
authors note: soooo iâm back again
i wrote this a while ago after i bought rolling loud & elc tickets soooo yeah.
i promise iâm going to make a part four to what stays, what burns it is literally just rotting in my drafts judging me at this point i just need to finish a few things and stop being lazy
um so about posting once a weekâŠ. donât hold me to that. i love the idea of it though i really do
anywayyy enjoy this âlittle blurbâ i wrote when i was on a nett rush lol.
feedback is always welcome and actually needed so donât be shy
je vous adore, mes angels more than life
you and gunner were together for almost two years.
before any of this.
before shows, before people knew his name, before everything started moving too fast.
back when he was just some kid skipping class, always in trouble, making songs in his room that barely got any plays.
you were there for all of it.
you remember that room more than anything.
messy, loud, too small. clothes everywhere, ashtrays that never got emptied, holes in the wall he never fixed.
but it didnât matter.
not when you were there.
he used to pull you into him like you were the only thing keeping him in place, mumbling into your neck, half-tiredâ
âweâre soulmates.â
like it was obvious.
like it couldnât change.
you believed him.
you donât really know when it started going wrong.
it wasnât one thing.
just⊠more people, more attention, more noise.
girls you didnât know saying his name like they knew him. comments, posts, things you wish you never read.
you started feeling out of place in something you were there for first.
so you pulled back.
stopped going to sessions. stopped answering calls.
stopped showing up.
he noticed.
he just didnât say it the way you needed him to.
and eventuallyâ
you left.
told yourself it was for the best.
that he needed someone who could handle all of it.
you couldnât.
that was the part you didnât say out loud.
â
you still kept up with him.
not on purpose.
just sometimes. late at night.
scrolling a little too far down his many different pages, past the new posts, past everything recentâ
until it was you again.
old pictures. videos. things you forgot were even there.
you never liked them.
you just looked.
sometimes youâd see new girls around him and have to close the app for a minute.
like that would fix anything.
it didnât.
â
interviews were worse.
âare you and y/n still together?â
heâd shrug.
look away.
ânah⊠we donât talk like that no more. itâs whateverâ
like it didnât matter.
like you didnât matter.
youâd replay that part more than you should.
â
then one night, your phone buzzes.
a dm.
you almost donât open it.
almost.
itâs him.
ây/n?â
you stare at it for a second before clicking.
another message comes in right after.
âik we not tg but u should come 2 a show or sumâ
pause.
âyou was there since the start. itâd mean sum frâ
you read it more than once.
it feels weird seeing him type like that again. like nothing happened.
like you didnât leave.
your fingers hover over the screen.
you donât answer.
you set your phone down, like thatâll help.
it doesnât.
a minute later, it lights up again.
âu donât gotta stay longâ
âjust thought iâd askâ
just.
you exhale slowly, staring at the ceiling.
you could ignore it.
you probably should.
it would be easier.
cleaner.
but your chest feels tight in that familiar way youâve been trying to ignore for months.
and you hate that it still works.
that he still works.
you pick your phone back up.
stare at the messages one more time.
thenâ
âwhat show?â
you send it before you can change your mind.
the reply comes almost instantly.
like heâs been waiting.
âtonightâ
âsame place as beforeâ
of course it is.
you sit there for a second, phone still in your hand.
you already know youâre going.
you just donât want to admit it yet.
you donât respond right away.
even after he answers.
you just stare at the messages, thumb hovering like youâre about to say something elseâlike you should.
you donât.
âaight,â he sends after a minute.
like heâs not expecting anything more.
like he already knows how this goes.
you type, stop, then type again before you can think too hard about it.
âokay iâll comeâ
you hesitate, then type again
âdo i need tickets orâ
you stare at it for a second.
it feels too normal.
like you didnât leave.
like none of this is weird.
he replies fast.
ânah u good i got uâ
another message right after.
âiâll have someone at the frontâ
you donât know why that makes your chest feel tight.
âokay,â you send.
simple.
thatâs it.
he leaves you on seen.
you stare at that a second longer than you should.
then lock your phone.
â
you tell yourself youâre not gonna make it a big deal.
itâs just a show.
youâve been to like a hundred of them before.
were they his? no.
but thatâs not the point.
it shouldnât feel like this.
but it does.
your room is too quiet while youâre getting ready. every little thing feels louder than it shouldâdrawers opening, your phone lighting up, music playing too low to actually distract you.
you change once.
then again.
stand there for a second, staring at yourself like youâre trying to see what heâs gonna see.
you hate that thought.
you end up picking something simple. something easy.
something heâs probably seen before.
you donât think too hard about that.
or try not to.
you grab your phone, hesitate for half a second then leave before you can talk yourself out of it.
you step inside.
same smell hits first. smoke, heat, something metallic in the air.
the sound is already there tooâlow bass shaking through the walls even before the set starts.
you follow the guy who finds you at the front without much question.
âhe said to bring you backstage,â he says, like itâs normal.
you donât ask anything else.
just go.
â
back here is quieter, but not in a comforting way.
more like everything is happening somewhere else and youâre just not part of it anymore.
people move fast past you, talking into headsets, adjusting wires, not really looking twice.
youâre led down a narrow hallway, past a curtain, and thenâ
heâs there.
not performing.
just standing off to the side like heâs in between things.
hoodie half on, mic in his hand, mid-conversation with someone who immediately steps away when you walk in.
his eyes land on you.
and stop.
ââŠyou actually came,â he says.
like he didnât fully believe it would happen.
you shrug slightly. âyou told me to.â
a faint smile pulls at his mouth.
âyeah, but i didnât think youâd actually listen.â
âyou say a lot of things,â you say, before you can overthink it.
that gets a small laugh out of him.
short. real.
then it settles again.
not awkward exactly.
just⊠paused.
like neither of you knows what to do with the fact that youâre both standing here.
he nods toward the side of the stage.
âyou good back here?â
âyeah, your guy?â you say. âhe let me in at the front.â
âmy guy?â he repeats, like thatâs funny.
âhe was waiting for me.â
he shakes his head a little. âi told him to just let you through, not act like you need an escort or some shit.â
you glance at him. âit kind of felt like that.â
another small smile from him.
but it fades quicker this time.
his gaze lingers on you a second too long.
âyou lookâŠâ he starts.
then stops.
like heâs reconsidering the rest of the sentence.
you wait.
he doesnât finish it.
instead he just nods toward the stage again, like he can reset it that way.
âyou can stay back here if you want.â
you look past himâthe curtain, the lights leaking through, the sound building on the other side.
then back at him.
âiâll just watch you from back here.â
you regret it as soon as you say it.
a beat.
he holds your gaze.
like heâs about to say something else.
something that sits right at the edge of his mouth but doesnât quite come out.
âi was gonnaââ he starts.
and thenâ
âyo, gunner, we need you up now.â
someone calls from behind him.
another voice immediately after.
âlike, now now.â
the moment breaks.
he exhales through his nose, glancing over his shoulder.
âshit.â
he looks back at you fast, like he forgot for half a second where he was.
âweâll talk after,â he says, already turning.
not a question.
just something he assumes.
then heâs moving.
and just like that, heâs pulled back into the noise.
youâre left standing there, watching him disappear through the curtain.
like he never really stepped out of it.
you can hear it instantlyâcrowd noise exploding, bass still lingering in the walls, people shouting his name like itâs not over yet.
you stay where you are.
backstage, half-hidden, watching through the gap where the curtain doesnât fully close.
he goes out like nothing happened.
like the moment in the hallway didnât exist.
but itâs different now.
you notice it immediately.
he performs, yeah. fully in it, voice steady, moving across the stage like he owns it.
but his eyes keep coming back.
not in a dramatic way.
just⊠checking.
like heâs making sure youâre still there.
you are.
you donât move much. just lean against the wall, arms loosely crossed, trying not to overthink the fact that he keeps looking in your direction between lines.
it happens more than once.
quick glances. then longer ones.
like he forgets himself, then remembers where he is.
at one point he misses a word again.
barely catches it.
no one reacts.
you do.
you donât know why that part sticks.
â
the set ends loud.
too loud, like it always does.
you stay where you are, half-hidden backstage, watching the last bit of movement on stageâhim still up there, still finishing like nothingâs different.
but it is.
you can tell by the way he keeps glancing back.
quick. almost automatic.
like heâs not fully thinking about it, but he still does it anyway.
you donât move.
you just let it happen.
backstage turns into motion immediately.
crew rushing in, voices overlapping, someone brushing past you without really seeing you there.
you stay out of the way until someone points you toward a hallway.
âheâs in there.â
no explanation needed.
you follow it.
his dressing room is quieter than everything else.
too quiet, almost.
door half open.
you knock lightly anyway.
thereâs a pause.
thenâ
âyeah.â
you push it open.
he looks up immediately.
âhey,â he says.
you smile softly. âhi.â
thereâs a pause where neither of you moves.
heâs still in part of his outfit from stage, hoodie half off, hair a mess like he ran his hands through it too many times.
he gestures loosely toward the couch.
âsit.â
you do.
not too far from him, but not close either.
it feels weird how natural that still is.
for a second, itâs like no time passed at all.
then it hits again that it did.
âyou good?â he asks finally.
you almost laugh a little at that. âyeah. you?â
âsame,â he says, but itâs automatic.
quiet again.
thenâ
âyou still in the same place?â he asks.
you shake your head. âno, i moved a while ago.â
he nods like heâs processing that.
then, like itâs not a big dealâ
âyou tryna come with me after this?â
you look at him.
he doesnât push it. doesnât over-explain it.
just waits.
you shouldnât overthink it.
but you do.
not because itâs complicated.
because it isnât.
ââŠwhere?â you ask.
he shrugs. âmy place.â
thereâs a beat.
you can feel how easy it would be to say no.
to make it clean again.
to go back to distance.
but that doesnât really exist anymore, does it.
âyeah,â you say finally. âi can.â
he nods like thatâs all he needed.
no reaction beyond that.
-
outside, itâs colder than it should be.
the air hits different after being inside all night.
you walk beside him without talking about it.
just falling into step like you used to without noticing.
people are still outside the venue.
phones up.
voices calling his name.
someone snaps a photo.
then another.
you donât stop.
he doesnât either.
youâre almost past the main crowd when your phone buzzes.
you shouldnât look.
you do anyway.
a notification pops up before you even realize youâre still looking.
you shouldnât open it.
you do anyway.
a tweet.
ârapper nettspend seen leaving venue rn w some girl?? who is she??â
attached: a blurry side-angle photo. him walking out. you slightly behind him.
not even clear enough to really see your face.
but that doesnât matter.
the replies are already moving fast.
@waitwaitwhatt:Â wait thatâs actually crazy đ who is that
âłÂ @nicelarp: it lowkey looks like his ex??
ââłÂ @l0vesickbxtch: STOP i thought they werenât together anymore
âââłÂ @user4729: he literally said that in an interview tho đ
âââłÂ @i37: âwe donât talk anymoreâ and now this is insane
ââââłÂ @lodeddraco:yâall always assume every girl is the ex be fr
another tweet under it gets quoted:
âwhy do i feel like iâve seen her before??â
âłÂ @chitlinslover: NO SAME like this is giving old era
ââłÂ @dylxn: wasnât there like a rumor about her back in 2023??
âââłÂ @xx348: yâall are making lore out of a blurry photo đ
ââââłÂ @secratte still tho⊠why is he always seen w someone after shows
then someone posts:
âbro pulled up w HER again?? be seriousâ
âłÂ @ethanpp3: âHER againâ like we all know who you mean đ
ââłÂ @angelicjess: yâall are acting like he canât walk out with people anymore
âââłÂ @user17388: itâs giving soft launch / hard confusion
To be at Gunner's concerts had many advantages and disadvantages. One of the advantages is that he looked amazing on stage, and you also like to support his work. The downside is that the constant shows exhaust not only nett, but also you.
Right now, Gunner has already finished his show and is heading backstage to you. When you saw him, you decided to hug him, even though he was sweaty and wet. "You did a great job, as always..." you said, looking at him. "Thanks, I'm fucking tired, aren't you too?". He took a bottle of water to refresh himself.
"Yes, can we go to the hotel? Or did you want to hang out with your friends?" You look at him with puppy dog eyes, you miss him madly and wanted to relax in a hotel. "Of course, that's what I was going to do, I want to spend time with my baby..." You turned away, embarrassed by his behavior, he would do anything to make you lose your temper.
After your little dialogue, you were already walking outside holding onto each other to get to the car. It was difficult to do this, because the fans were already crowded at the back entrance, so you did it as quickly as possible.
Finally, after getting into the car, nett immediately approached you and put his right hand on the back of your seat. There was another driver in the car besides you, whom you were still shy about, even though Gunner told you to stop.
But when the car started moving, Gunner put his hand on your knee, after which he slowly began to lift it higher up your thigh. At that time, he also nuzzled your neck. And despite how much you liked it, you pulled away from him a little and took his hand from your hip. "Wait a bit, we're almost there..." You whispered it so that only he could hear it.
"How can I wait?" Gunner answers. He continued his actions the rest of the way to the hotel, but you held on and tried to wait for arrival.
When he finally arrived at the hotel, he almost ran to take you by the hand into the room, you knew that something was going to happen and you liked it, you liked seeing him in that mood.
When he entered the room, he pulled away from you and said in a commanding tone, "Sit on the bed," pointing his finger at your bed in the room. Being a little shocked and drunk, you took off your shoes and sat in the middle of the bed.
He took off his shoes, too, and then came over to the bed, looking straight into your eyes. "Is something wrong...?" You asked, not understanding what was going on. "Take off your bottom and put a pillow under your back..." After these words, Gunner took off his shirt, exposing his torso.
You obeyed his order and took off your bottom along with your underwear, throwing them somewhere to the side. Also, after that, you lay down on the pillows. Just at that moment, the gaze shifted to nett. Being half-naked, he sat on the bed and started moving towards you, eventually pinning you to the bed with his body and taking your hands in hes gentle.
Your lips are entwined in a greedy kiss. He started whispering something about how long he had been waiting for this and all that. Suddenly, Gunner broke the kiss, and began to slowly kiss your neck, looking straight into your eyes.
When he reached your clothed breasts, he pulled back and took off your top along with your bra, after which he continued to move lower and lower. He was teasing you, and you knew it, and you were waiting for a reward for your patience.
When he reached the bottom of your stomach, he stopped, and then asked you the question, "What do you want? I'll do anything if you ask..." You hesitated, thinking about what to say, he knew how to disable you "I... I want you to eat me out and finger me...".
Grinning, he silently lowered himself to your clitor, gently touching it with his tongue, in response to which you began to whimper, still looking straight into your eyes. Meanwhile, he suddenly inserted 1 finger into you, after which moans began to escape from your throat.
Gunner continued to suck on your clitor, after which he went down to your folds, massaging your clitor with his other hand. He also added a second finger afterwards.
He did it very intensely, but gently, which was why you were almost at your peak when suddenly nett suddenly pulled away. You exclaimed in shock, to which Gunner immediately replied, "Let me feel my favorite pussy, how long can I wait?" During this, he also began to take off his jeans and boxers, releasing his hard cock outside.
Exhausted, Gunner falls onto the bed next to you, wrapping you in his arms. "Next time I won't wait to get to the hotel, you know me..." He kisses you on the top of your head and whispers "Love you...".