nettspend x fem celebrity nail tech

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

osamason

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osamason love this girl fr happy 19th @y/nusername

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mollysantana

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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

↳ user: i’m pretty sure she doesn’t just do celebs nails but she is always booked </3

↳ user: fuck dudeeeeeee

user: you both are so tea wth

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xaviersobased

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xaviersobased it’s y/ns day today

y/nusername: omg u did me so dirtyy

↳ xaviersobased: mb mb

user: she’s lwk chopped

↳ user: one bad angle btw

↳ 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

taglist: @ibelieveinfairyz

nettspend x fem!reader text fic

yay pt.1!!! heavy angst

social media -> texts -> social media -> texts

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yourusername

🎵Air Bnb Sonnet The Hellp

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yourusername life of a swag god

ynvoids 2hollis reference??

xaviersobased 🔥🔥

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↳ yourusername hi xav

quenblackwell beautiful

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↳ yourusername and yourself💋💋

ynsbiggestfan11 holy gorgeous

ynupdatessssss tell nett to drop soon

↳ yourusername yes ma'am

nettspend_ my lady

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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.

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nettspend x fem!model!reader

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.

based off of this req

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nettspend x fem!reader

part 2

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.

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a/n. filler lol. lmk for taglist!

tags. @2krush22 @sweet2sin @fawnyboibeauty @jjscoquette

gunner shepardson(nettspend) x fem!reader

summary: he texted you like nothing ever happened. you showed up anyway. now you’re 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, it’s already too late to pretend it meant nothing.

word count: ~2,050 words

authors note: soooo i’m back again

i wrote this a while ago after i bought rolling loud & elc tickets soooo yeah.

i promise i’m 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 week…. don’t hold me to that. i love the idea of it though i really do

anywayyy enjoy this “little blurb” i wrote when i was on a nett rush lol.

feedback is always welcome and actually needed so don’t 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 didn’t 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-tired—

“we’re soulmates.”

like it was obvious.

like it couldn’t change.

you believed him.

you don’t really know when it started going wrong.

it wasn’t one thing.

just… more people, more attention, more noise.

girls you didn’t 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 didn’t say it the way you needed him to.

and eventually—

you left.

told yourself it was for the best.

that he needed someone who could handle all of it.

you couldn’t.

that was the part you didn’t say out loud.

—

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 recent—

until it was you again.

old pictures. videos. things you forgot were even there.

you never liked them.

you just looked.

sometimes you’d see new girls around him and have to close the app for a minute.

like that would fix anything.

it didn’t.

—

interviews were worse.

“are you and y/n still together?”

he’d shrug.

look away.

“nah… we don’t talk like that no more. it’s whatever”

like it didn’t matter.

like you didn’t matter.

you’d replay that part more than you should.

—

then one night, your phone buzzes.

a dm.

you almost don’t open it.

almost.

it’s him.

“y/n?”

you stare at it for a second before clicking.

another message comes in right after.

“ik we not tg but u should come 2 a show or sum”

pause.

“you was there since the start. it’d mean sum fr”

you read it more than once.

it feels weird seeing him type like that again. like nothing happened.

like you didn’t leave.

your fingers hover over the screen.

you don’t answer.

you set your phone down, like that’ll help.

it doesn’t.

a minute later, it lights up again.

“u don’t gotta stay long”

“just thought i’d ask”

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 you’ve 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.

then—

“what show?”

you send it before you can change your mind.

the reply comes almost instantly.

like he’s been waiting.

“tonight”

“same place as before”

of course it is.

you sit there for a second, phone still in your hand.

you already know you’re going.

you just don’t want to admit it yet.

you don’t respond right away.

even after he answers.

you just stare at the messages, thumb hovering like you’re about to say something else—like you should.

you don’t.

“aight,” he sends after a minute.

like he’s 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.

“okay i’ll come”

you hesitate, then type again

“do i need tickets or”

you stare at it for a second.

it feels too normal.

like you didn’t leave.

like none of this is weird.

he replies fast.

“nah u good i got u”

another message right after.

“i’ll have someone at the front”

you don’t know why that makes your chest feel tight.

“okay,” you send.

simple.

that’s it.

he leaves you on seen.

you stare at that a second longer than you should.

then lock your phone.

—

you tell yourself you’re not gonna make it a big deal.

it’s just a show.

you’ve been to like a hundred of them before.

were they his? no.

but that’s not the point.

it shouldn’t feel like this.

but it does.

your room is too quiet while you’re getting ready. every little thing feels louder than it should—drawers 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 you’re trying to see what he’s gonna see.

you hate that thought.

you end up picking something simple. something easy.

something he’s probably seen before.

you don’t 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 too—low bass shaking through the walls even before the set starts.

you follow the guy who finds you at the front without much question.

“he said to bring you backstage,” he says, like it’s normal.

you don’t ask anything else.

just go.

—

back here is quieter, but not in a comforting way.

more like everything is happening somewhere else and you’re just not part of it anymore.

people move fast past you, talking into headsets, adjusting wires, not really looking twice.

you’re led down a narrow hallway, past a curtain, and then—

he’s there.

not performing.

just standing off to the side like he’s 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.

“…you actually came,” he says.

like he didn’t fully believe it would happen.

you shrug slightly. “you told me to.”

a faint smile pulls at his mouth.

“yeah, but i didn’t think you’d actually listen.”

“you say a lot of things,” 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 you’re both standing here.

he nods toward the side of the stage.

“you good back here?”

“yeah, your guy?” you say. “he let me in at the front.”

“my guy?” he repeats, like that’s funny.

“he was waiting for me.”

he shakes his head a little. “i told him to just let you through, not act like you need an escort or some shit.”

you glance at him. “it kind of felt like that.”

another small smile from him.

but it fades quicker this time.

his gaze lingers on you a second too long.

“you look…” he starts.

then stops.

like he’s reconsidering the rest of the sentence.

you wait.

he doesn’t finish it.

instead he just nods toward the stage again, like he can reset it that way.

“you can stay back here if you want.”

you look past him—the curtain, the lights leaking through, the sound building on the other side.

then back at him.

“i’ll just watch you from back here.”

you regret it as soon as you say it.

a beat.

he holds your gaze.

like he’s about to say something else.

something that sits right at the edge of his mouth but doesn’t quite come out.

“i was gonna—” he starts.

and then—

“yo, gunner, we need you up now.”

someone calls from behind him.

another voice immediately after.

“like, now now.”

the moment breaks.

he exhales through his nose, glancing over his shoulder.

“shit.”

he looks back at you fast, like he forgot for half a second where he was.

“we’ll talk after,” he says, already turning.

not a question.

just something he assumes.

then he’s moving.

and just like that, he’s pulled back into the noise.

you’re left standing there, watching him disappear through the curtain.

like he never really stepped out of it.

you can hear it instantly—crowd noise exploding, bass still lingering in the walls, people shouting his name like it’s not over yet.

you stay where you are.

backstage, half-hidden, watching through the gap where the curtain doesn’t fully close.

he goes out like nothing happened.

like the moment in the hallway didn’t exist.

but it’s 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 he’s making sure you’re still there.

you are.

you don’t 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 don’t know why that part sticks.

—

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 stage—him still up there, still finishing like nothing’s different.

but it is.

you can tell by the way he keeps glancing back.

quick. almost automatic.

like he’s not fully thinking about it, but he still does it anyway.

you don’t 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.

“he’s in there.”

no explanation needed.

you follow it.

his dressing room is quieter than everything else.

too quiet, almost.

door half open.

you knock lightly anyway.

there’s a pause.

then—

“yeah.”

you push it open.

he looks up immediately.

“hey,” he says.

you smile softly. “hi.”

there’s a pause where neither of you moves.

he’s 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.

“sit.”

you do.

not too far from him, but not close either.

it feels weird how natural that still is.

for a second, it’s like no time passed at all.

then it hits again that it did.

“you good?” he asks finally.

you almost laugh a little at that. “yeah. you?”

“same,” he says, but it’s automatic.

quiet again.

then—

“you still in the same place?” he asks.

you shake your head. “no, i moved a while ago.”

he nods like he’s processing that.

then, like it’s not a big deal—

“you tryna come with me after this?”

you look at him.

he doesn’t push it. doesn’t over-explain it.

just waits.

you shouldn’t overthink it.

but you do.

not because it’s complicated.

because it isn’t.

“…where?” you ask.

he shrugs. “my place.”

there’s 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 doesn’t really exist anymore, does it.

“yeah,” you say finally. “i can.”

he nods like that’s all he needed.

no reaction beyond that.

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outside, it’s 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 don’t stop.

he doesn’t either.

you’re almost past the main crowd when your phone buzzes.

you shouldn’t look.

you do anyway.

a notification pops up before you even realize you’re still looking.

you shouldn’t open it.

you do anyway.

a tweet.

“rapper nettspend seen leaving venue rn w some girl?? who is she??” attached: a blurry side-angle photo. him walking out. you slightly behind him.

not even clear enough to really see your face.

but that doesn’t matter.

the replies are already moving fast.

@waitwaitwhatt: wait that’s actually crazy 😭 who is that ↳ @nicelarp: it lowkey looks like his ex??  ↳ @l0vesickbxtch: STOP i thought they weren’t together anymore   ↳ @user4729: he literally said that in an interview tho 💀   ↳ @i37: “we don’t talk anymore” and now this is insane    ↳ @lodeddraco:y’all always assume every girl is the ex be fr

another tweet under it gets quoted:

“why do i feel like i’ve seen her before??” ↳ @chitlinslover: NO SAME like this is giving old era  ↳ @dylxn: wasn’t there like a rumor about her back in 2023??   ↳ @xx348: y’all are making lore out of a blurry photo 😭    ↳ @secratte still tho… why is he always seen w someone after shows

then someone posts:

“bro pulled up w HER again?? be serious” ↳ @ethanpp3: “HER again” like we all know who you mean 💀  ↳ @angelicjess: y’all are acting like he can’t walk out with people anymore   ↳ @user17388: it’s giving soft launch / hard confusion

another quote:

“this is messy omg” ↳ @robbielordi: messy?? or just y’all projecting 😭  ↳ @bigred🥩: idk but the timing is crazy   ↳ @userr: he literally just performed a song about moving on like 10 mins ago

the thread keeps stacking.

names, guesses, arguments, people correcting each other, people insisting they “know who it is.”

you don’t scroll for long.

you lock your phone.

bf!nettspend x gf!fem!reader

autors note: I'm deep in love w this boy, also remember English isn't my furst laguage

wc: 1k

warnings: oral (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, alcohol is mentioned

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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...".

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