⸝⸝ i care too much all the time—love so hard, it makes me cry
pairing: nettspend x fakemink’s childhood friend!reader
themes/warnings: foul language, one sided beef, slow burn(ish), miscommunication
in which a misunderstanding leads fakeminks childhood friend y/n, an upcoming indie artist, into a compromising relationship with nettspend, a fast-rising underground rapper
inwhich! bf¡nettspend & reader get into an argument after his concert, to which they ignore eachother, until he gives in and writes her an apology letter.
metalking! semi-smut, i’m clearing my drafts and wanna save my juicy smuts for later loll 😭, i promise i write detailed ones!! ANYWAY, please like&reblog if you liked this!! & comment your thoughts! <3
it was a monday, an inconvenient day to have a concert, you had been telling your boyfriend all day. you also had to get to work the morning after, and his concerts always ended late.
“i promise i won’t do this again, thanks for supporting me, ma.” gunner said before running to stage.
you sighed to his friend who was sitting on the couch arm next to you. “i can’t stand when he does this shit.”
he lets out a chuckle, “yeah, i wouldn’t have come if i were you.”
“well good thing you’re not me.” you slouch on the couch more.
you two end up watching a movie on your macbook, an hour goes by and gunner comes backstage for a little break.
you weren’t laid up with his friend, but you were close, and you also jumped to stand up when you saw him come in. he gave his friend and look and scanned your body.
“hey baby.” you smile, adjusting your clothes, not realizing until after that doing so probably looked suspicious.
“what are y’all doin?” he says while downing a water bottle.
“nothing, just watching a movie.” you shrug while walking towards him.
“mhm.”
you go up to him, he’s all sweaty and smells a bit, but it’s your favorite scent. “i promise.” you whisper to him.
he backs up a bit, not letting you hug him, he didn’t like you hugging him when he was sweaty.
you furrow your eyebrows and insist, “come here.”
he gives in and pats your head, “i’ll be done soon babygirl.”
you two finished the movie and started playing cards against humanity. you didn’t realize gunner came back because you were too busy laughing at what his friend had put down.
you put down “charades was ruined for me forever when my mom acted out _” and he had put “masturbation.”
you were holding your stomach while laughing and telling him how childish he was, then he brushed against your arm for a split second, that was enough for gunner to say something.
“yo the fuck are y’all doin?” he wiped some sweat off his forehead.
“playing.” you smiled and held up a card.
“you forgot about me already?” he scoffs, you thought he was joking at first, but then realized it was one of his hissy fits.
“you jealous or what?” his friend laughed.
“yo shut the hell up.” he looks at you, “we’re leavin y/n, i’ll catch you later bro.”
with that you rushed out and went inside his car. it was silent for a while until he finally spoke up.
“so you just like him now or what?”
“what?” you turn your head immediately.
“you was laughin mad hard with him just now.” he says, you see his jaw tightening.
you blink, dumbfounded, “are you serious right now?”
“i’m just askin, why you gettin defensive.” he scoffs.
“you’re not asking though, you’re accusing me.”
he exhales loudly, glancing between you and the road, “i’m not tryna accuse you, i just seen,”
you cut him off, “you saw what? me laughing and having a normal conversation?”
“you were close.”
you stare him down, “i was literally just talking to him because you were busy.”
you thought he’d stop there, he usually did, but not this time.
“yeah but it ain’t look that way.”
you laugh, “oh my gosh. what way did it look?”
he didn’t answer right away, which made you feel some kinda way, “you don’t like him right?”
“no, i don’t.” you immediately say.
he looks at you like you’re lying.
“what? you don’t trust me?” you say, shifting, a little hurt.
“i do trust you,” he pauses, “it’s him i don’t trust.”
“that makes no sense gunner.” you say rolling your eyes.
he runs his hand over his face, “i just don’t like how he be ‘round you.”
“he’s your friend.”
“i know that.” he says while driving a bit faster.
“then why the hell are we arguing about this?” you sigh, and look out the window.
“just take me home.” you say quietly.
“you serious?”
“yes.”
he sighs, and the rest of the ride it quiet and awkward. you rolled the window down for the rest of the ride until he stopped in your driveway. you grabbed your things and slammed his door shut, which was his biggest pet peeve and you knew that.
the next few days go by, you don’t say anything to him and he doesn’t say anything to you. he didn’t even text you “what you doing” late at night or anything.
you notice him online more, everyone’s talking about his recent tour, and reposting clips. you ignore them for the most part, but you give in at some point. you can’t imagine how he can ignore you and not see you in days, but act so normal like nothing has happened.
you also see him posted up with models and strippers, which made you feel some kinda way. he would do that anyways, but you’d always be there to make sure nothing would actually happen.
you work at a clothing store in the city, so it’s always packed, you usually only took fifteen minute breaks, but today was a busy day so you had to make it quick.
“i’m taking my break!” you said loudly across the store, to your cowoker rhonda.
“see ya girl!” she said back.
you stepped out, pulling a cigarette out of your purse and lighting it. you played some quiet music in the background while leaning against the wall.
you miss when gunner would stop by during one of your breaks, mostly because he’d bring food or you’d smoke with him. you missed him in general though.
you sat and smoked through two songs and decided to head back in. once you opened the door rhonda came up to, handing you a piece of paper.
“your boyfriend stopped by and told me to give you this.” she smiled, “i told him you weren’t working today, since y’know.” she said referring to all the drama you had told her.
“thanks rhonda.” you smile and took the note, stuffing it in your pocket.
the rest of the day went by slow, you stocked up, folded clothes, and rung people up the whole day, then you had a sad sandwhich for dinner.
you completely forgot about the note until it was time to change into your pajamas. you heard something crinkle in your pocket and decided to open it.
it read, “dear my beautiful baby, i’m sorry for the way i reacted monday night. i was being a bad boyfriend. i know you don’t actually like him, and he’s just like that with every girl. but i love you and it made me jealous. i miss you, i miss your stupid good morning texts, your memes, your laugh, your scent, and your face. i know you wouldn’t respond to any message i sent, so i decided to write this out. please call me. love, gunner, your favorite. p.s you’re so hot when you’re angry. <3”
you smile to yourself and finished changing, then you immediately called him.
“y/n.”
“gunner.” you repeated.
“i missed your voice ma, lemme come over?” he asks.
“mm so you only apologized to fuck?” you joke.
“baby c’mon.”
“come over gunner, make it quick, i got work tomorrow morning.” you hang up and do a little dance out of excitement.
you heard a knock at your door after only ten minutes of waiting, you jumped up to get it. you were met with gunner, and his freshly shaved face.
“baby.” you kiss him.
he gives your butt a couple taps, letting you know to jump so he can carry you. you do so, and he shuts the door with his foot, taking you to your bedroom.
“mm gunner.” you moan into the kiss.
“missed me, huh?” he smiles.
“shut up.”
he lays you down, taking his shirt off. you slip off your own along with your sweats.
“so fucking pretty.” he mumbled while kissing your neck.
“right there gunner.” you moan, lifting your hips from the pleasure.
“shhh.” he chuckles into your neck.
he makes his way from your chest, to your underwear, leaving wet trails and a couple marks.
gunner kisses your pussy through your lace underwear making you bite your lip. you lightly push his face away to take it off.
his lips immediately go to your heat, his tongue licking you and going inside. he groans into it, making you moan and you grab a fist full of his hair.
“gunner, fuck i’m gonna come.” your hips buckle and your legs shake.
“damn not even five minutes?” he laughs, “you really missed me.”
you lightly kick his bare chest with your foot as he’s taking off his pants. he reaches into your nightstand for a condom and your foot stops him once again.
you nod no and he smirks, “really y/n? you sure?”
“yes gunner, please, hurry.” you say getting impatient.
“awe, so needy baby.”
he lines himself up, you look down and see him, rock hard, and big. he pushes himself in slowly, leaving you gasping already.
he takes his time with you at first, and goes faster after a couple minutes. he whispers in your ear how much he missed you and how good you feel.
“fuck.” you both say in sync as you reach your climax. he put his weight in top of you as you catch your breath.
“i love you y/n.” he said while caressing your hair.
“i love you too, gunner.”
he cleaned you up, tucked you in bed, and gave you a kiss goodnight while cuddling you.
