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Jiji + Oh. Oh.
“I recognize that face,” Nicky observed with a smirk.
“Face? What face?” Jackie sputtered, doing little to seem even remotely innocuous. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
She just laughed at her friend’s poor attempt at denial. “Please. I know an ‘oh’ face when I see one.”
“Ew, Nicky.”
The blonde rolled her eyes. “Not like that. You just realized I was right and you do have a crush on Gigi,” she surmised triumphantly.
In turn, Jackie groaned in defeat. “And what difference does it make? What model works in a high end agency and goes ‘oh yeah, I wanna bang the office secretary’?”
“More than you may think.”
The two turned around to see Gigi leaning against the door frame with a smirk. “Nicky, darling, could you give us a moment?”
And with that, Nicky left, her mission accomplished.
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33 and R for Crygi, perhaps?
33. I’m not trying to hook up with you, I’m just saying it’s an option.
R. Trapped Together + Crygi
[ Thank you for being patient for this, and I hope you like it! --Saint ]
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Gigi groaned, “I thought they fixed this damn door.”
“Apparently not,” Crystal said as Gigi tried in vain to get the door open.
“I hate this job, I hate the clientele, and I hate this damn supply closet. I mean I thought working at this boutique would be glamorous, but it has been nothing of the sort. This is what, the third time we’ve gotten locked in here? Crystal are you listening?”
“Gigi look! There’s these weird little figurines back here.”
Gigi just sighed and plopped down on a box near the door. “This is not how I expected to spend my Friday night…”
“We could have fun back here, there’s so much cool stuff,” said Crystal as she dug around in the array of boxes of supplies.
Gigi rolled her eyes, as cute as Crystal was, she just wanted to get out of here. She didn’t want to spend the night back here, but at this rate that’s what was going to happen. They were the only two employees in the store, and they closed half an hour ago, so no customers would wander about to hear their yells of help. So much for trying to go above and beyond and get extra work done…
“You are way too happy for someone who’s about to spend her Friday night in a supply closet.”
“I’m just making the best of things. I don’t want to be back here either, but here we are, so might as well try and make the best of it. Plus, I had been meaning to organize back here anyway.”
“You really want to do more work for this shitty boutique?”
“No, but what else is there to do really? I mean... I guess we could makeout or something.”
Gigi coughed, not expecting that in the slightest. It was quite the leap, but she wasn’t really put off by it, despite her response of, “Excuse me???”
“Listen, I’m not trying to hook up with you, I’m just saying it’s an option. We have a long night ahead of us, after all.”
Gigi blushed a little, playing with the hem of her skirt. No one knew she was so inexperienced with sex, and she didn’t want to disappoint Crystal should they try anything. “But you’d really want to be with me like that?”
“Yeah? What’s not to like?”
Gigi cleared her throat, “Oh, well.... I’m flattered, I just did not expect this at all. But um, I’m not exactly, y’know, opposed to that idea.”
Crystal chuckled, before leaning over and giving Gigi a soft kiss. Crystal was aware of Gigi’s inexperience even though Gigi didn’t realize that Crystal knew. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out, not with how Gigi would react to overly sexual situations, how she was curious, but always hesitant to just go for it. Crystal didn’t really care about a woman’s virginity as a social construct, but the thought of her being Gigi’s first was cute as hell to her.
“I’ll make you feel amazing, babe,” said Crystal, giving her another kiss, and Gigi returned the kiss just as enthusiastically.
Gigi nodded with a little smile, “I trust you.”
Crystal kissed her forehead and her cheeks, she wanted to give Gigi everything, she wanted her to have the perfect experience. “Good~”
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Let's go with some good ol Jiji 🎵
I Won't Say I'm in Love - Hercules
No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no
You swoon, you sigh
It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Symone watched Gigi do her makeup in the mirror and shook her head. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you’re being’? I don’t see why you can’t just ask Jackie out. It can’t be because you don’t know if she’s gay ‘cause my Momma could tell and she’s half blind.”
Gigi scoffed, tossing her hair off her shoulder. “You’re the one being ridiculous, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Jackie is my tutor. These grad school dissertations don’t write themselves you know.”
“I do,” she conceded, “I also know that Jackie is getting her master’s in education and you’re getting yours in fashion and styling. And I know that most people don’t put on a full face of makeup and a slutty outfit for a tutoring session.”
She furrowed her brows. “This isn’t slutty, you can barely even see my ass if I bend over!”
Symone couldn’t help but laugh. “Bitch, you will say anything to distract from the fact that you’re in love with your ‘tutor’.”
“No chance, no way,” Gigi retorted defiantly as she finished her look. “I don’t date, it’s not worth the aggravation.”
“Of course dating was aggravating with your track record. All you date are partiers and wannabe models. And I ain’t judging you for that, but I am saying all that’s ancient history because you’re carrying a torch for a cute little bookworm.” Symone did realize that trying to get Gigi to acknowledge any emotions was like pulling teeth, however, and knew it would likely take far too long for her to come around. “I’m gonna order some food, have fun with your totally platonic study session.”
Gigi just flipped her off as she left. Once alone, she looked down at her phone and saw a text notification from Jackie. And that alone was enough to make her heart skip a beat. She blinked and swallowed thickly. “At least out loud, I won’t say I’m in love.”
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44 any ship
fun fact! i also did not know what ship to pick so i used a random number generator to pick one from the rdg list, and that's how we got goodesport, but i think it was cute
44. “You little brat.”
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Gigi looked around the living room as Jan finished putting up decorations. “You know, I thought you were being hella extra at first, but everything seems to have come together nicely,” she observed before turning to grab a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge. “So, when’s the ankle biter getting here, again?”
Jan scoffed. “First of all, she's turning twelve, not two. Secondly, she has a name. And you should know it – she might be your sister-in-law one day.”
“Relax, I’m just fucking with you,” she chuckled. “Marcia’s a good kid, fuck knows where she got it from,” she teased.
She gasped in mock offense. “You little brat,” she huffed, tossing one of the still rolled-up streamers at her. “You’re horrible, I don’t know how I put up with you,” she said with no malice, her smile making it clear that she meant the complete opposite.
“Says the girl soft-launching a marriage talk,” Gigi smirked, setting the bottle down in favor of wrapping her arms around Jan’s waist from behind. “You love me so much, it makes you look stupid,” she cooed as she playfully nipped along the shell of her ear. “I can’t blame you for having good taste. You know, I think I would make a fantastic in-law.”
“What the fuck did I miss?” Rosé asked as she walked back inside with Denali in tow, both of them carrying food for the party.
“Nothing, Rosie,” Jan hummed airily. “We’re just about finished. Marsh should be here by two, right?”
The other couple nodded, then Denali piped up with, “y’all have to keep an eye on that friend she’s glued to. I know a baby gay with her first crush when I see one, and I’m sensing a little puppy love between them.”
“The girl that moved from Nevada?” Gigi asked. “That's cute.”
“Ah, so there is still a soul in you,” Jan chided, tilting her head back to kiss her cheek. “Maybe sister-in-law is still in the cards.”
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🎶 for crygi please :D
I Can Hear the Bells – Hairapray
No lyrics bcs I can’t get it to format on mobile but here’s a link to the song if you don’t know it lol
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“Are you feeling okay?” Jaida asked, brows furrowed in concern. “You’re all flushed and your eyes are all glazed. And I know you didn’t get high, ‘cause you don’t do that shit before class since you can’t hide being stoned if your life depended on it.”
Whatever Jaida said had gone in one ear and out the other, Gigi still lost in her blissful state. “I’m still spinning,” she swooned. “Crystal finally spoke to me today, she said my shirt looked cool and was impressed when I said I made it.”
“Aren’t y’all in a fashion program?”
“She’s not, this is a gen ed requirement,” she replied flippantly, eager to get back to the main point. “Then she accidentally bumped into me on her way out. She smelled so nice, a little weed-y but you know I don’t mind that.”
Jaida shook her head in amusement. Gigi was normally so cool and collected, unaffected by the world around her. The almost childlike enthusiasm was endearing. Kind of. “Obviously.”
Again, Gigi was off in her own little world. “What if I made our wedding dresses, wouldn’t that be the cutest?”
“Adorable, let me know when you come join us in real life on Earth.” She replied, now a bit less amused by her crush, but a little concerned about the pedestal she was putting Crystal on. “You know she’s a whole-ass person and not like, the main character in a lesbian romance novel, right?”
She huffed and crossed her arms, seemingly snapped out of her dreamy haze. “Of course I do, but I like to feel the fantasy. Just let me have this, okay?”
Jaida’s expression softened and she nodded. “Who knows, maybe next time you’ll drop your books in the hall and lock eyes with her as you both lean down to pick them up.”
Gigi gave her friend a shove. “Shut up, romcoms are popular for a reason.”
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20 for crygi please !!! <3
20. “I’m just in love with her, no big deal.”
i didnt specify the show theyre doing but in my mind its heathers and jan is veronica (she auditioned for heather m and c but they had her read and it stuck) and gigi as heather c lol
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“Penny for your thoughts?” Jan prompted as she sat down beside her castmate.
Gigi rolled her eyes. “I charge ten bucks a thought, cash only.”
Normally, Jan would leave Gigi alone when she got moody – there was no getting through to her, so it was in everyone’s best interest to stay out of her way. But Jan was nothing if not persistent and observant, and she had started to suspect the root cause of the other actresses' behavior. “This is about the costume designer, isn’t it? Crystal?”
That was enough to capture Gigi’s attention, suddenly sitting upright and on full alert, lest Crystal be in earshot. “Lower your voice,” she hissed.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been hearing that every day since I was two,” she brushed it off. “But is it about her? I mean, no offense, but you have been kind of following her around like a puppy since rehearsals started.”
She scoffed, flicking her hair off her shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she huffed, “I’m just in love with her, no big deal.” Despite the flippancy of her tone, she could feel a pair of big, brown eyes burning a hole into the side of her head. “What? It’s not like I’m gonna do anything about it.”
“Well, why not?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why not?” Jan repeated, “just don’t, y’know, open with being in love with her, you never know what could happen, right?”
Gigi tossed her head back and groaned. “You’re like the best friend in every coming of age movie that’s endearing once you get past the five layers of annoying.”
She furrowed her brows as she tried to figure out if she was being complimented or insulted, then decided it was irrelevant as her phone started to ring. “I gotta take this, but think about it, okay?”
Once Jan left, she was left alone with her thoughts. She knew the actress had a point, but that didn’t make her more eager to put herself out there, even towards someone as kind and approachable as Crystal.
“You look like you’re thinking too hard,” Crystal observed as she sat down next to her. “Be careful, I get headaches when I do that. Or I might be dehydrated,” she shrugged. “Anyway, what’s on your mind?”
“Nothing,” she instinctively brushed it off. Then, in a snap decision, she thought ‘fuck it’ and asked, “do you wanna go grab something to eat after rehearsal?”
The way Crystal was clearly trying not to smile too wide put Gigi’s mind at ease and allowed her to exhale. “Yeah,” she replied, “I’d like that.”
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crygi + 35 please !!!
35. “I’m just saying we’d make a cute couple.”
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Gigi looked over Crystal’s shoulder, peering close to see what he was looking at. “Are you reading fanfic about us again?”
“What? This one’s good!” Crystal defended with a pout. “I feel like I learn more about myself, like I would be a really cool lesbian.”
“You are a really cool lesbian,” she joked as she sat beside him on the couch. “But I’m starting to think you’re reading these for inspiration. Is there something you’d like to tell me?” she playfully accused, bumping her shoulder against his.
He laughed, though he couldn’t deny the grains of truth in the accusation. “Not no,” he hummed, “I’m just saying we’d make a cute couple.”
“You and most of our fans seem to agree on that,” she hummed, though there was a tenseness in her tone. “Maybe if you hadn’t strung me along for a year, we’d know for ourselves.” Even though they had moved past their ‘situationship’ and remained friends, she couldn’t deny the pang of hurt that would make her chest clench whenever someone – especially Crystal – joked about it.
Crystal winced. He knew he’d been in the wrong, though a lot of it was figured out retroactively. He’d thought they had been on the same page, though neither of them had been the best at communicating, which undoubtedly led to the tension and brief falling out they had. “Geege… You know I still regret that…”
“I know, I know,” Gigi briskly waved it off. “Forget it, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“I just didn’t realize you were still hurting.”
She pressed her lips into a fine line, tilting her head back and letting out a deep exhale. “Of course I’m still hurting,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I never got over you, Crys. And it’s fucking embarrassing.”
“I thought I was too late,” he admitted quietly. “I thought I ruined my chance with you, and I’d come to terms with just being friends. But by the time I worked my shit out and realized I wanted to be with you, I’d already hurt you so much, it didn’t seem fair to you.”
Gigi sat up properly, facing him. “Part of me wants to save my pride and turn you down for good, but I think we both know that isn’t happening,” she shook her head with a dry laugh. “One last try, no more fucking around.”
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Any ship but you have to base it on a music video
i need you to know i immediately forgot every music video to ever exist upon reading this. anyway here’s goodbye earl (so… tw for implied dv and like. actual murder)
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Gigi rushed into Crystal’s hospital room, her heart shattering when she saw the sorry state her best friend was in. “We’re not gonna let him get away with this,” she crouched down beside her and took her hand. “That man won’t see the end of the week.”
And so the plan went into action. Luckily, Crystal had the habit of collecting mismatched plates, so it was easy for her to keep track of which one had the poisoned black eyed peas and set that one in front of her husband. The two girls ate their dinner like any other night, knowing that when he went to sleep, he wouldn’t wake back up.
“Are you worried people are gonna start looking for him and asking questions?” Crystal asked as Gigi drove down to the lake.
“Nah,” she shook her head, “no one’s gonna miss him.” And once they tossed the tarp-wrapped body into the lake, she was certain that would be the end of it.
There was a brief period of investigation, but even on day one, it was clear that nobody was all that concerned with finding him, and a few months out, everyone had all but completely forgotten that man.
“You’re not flying back out to Atlanta? You’re sure?” Crystal asked as they set up their roadside stand.
“It’s okay, I got to sow my oats in the city. Maybe we’ll go back together one day,” she mused as she neatly organized jars of jam. “Being here with you is more important.”
“Geege?”
“Hm?”
Crystal cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you, I always have.”
Gigi smiled and kissed her again. “I know. I’d say it’s a shame that he had to die for us to get here, but let’s be real, there’s no real loss. Don’t lose any sleep at night, okay?”
“Oh, I won’t. Not a wink.”
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crygi + “what if someone can hear us?”
“Do you actually care?” Gigi asked, stilling the movements of her fingers while she waited for an answer.
There was a brief pause of hesitation before Crystal shook her head. “Not really, no.”
She waited until she was certain Crystal was comfortable with continuing before she curled her fingers and thrust them steadily, savoring the whimpers and moans she elicited.
And someone likely could hear them, the music blaring through the bar was stifled in the bathroom, the contrast in sound and lighting creating almost a liminal space, a moment they allowed themselves to be lost in.
The bathroom was empty when they finished, much to their relief, and they rejoined their friends shortly after.
“Heard someone say there was a couple fucking in the bathroom,” Symone remarked. “Y’all wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
The couple looked at each other for a moment before Gigi simply answered, “I plead the fifth,” and ordered another drink.
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crygi + 🎶
this feels very 2020 crygi fic and i love that for me
Crush - Mandy Moore
You know, I'm the one that you can talk to
Sometimes you tell me things that I don't wanna know
I just want to hold you
You say exactly how you feel about her
I wonder, could you ever think of me that way?
I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush when I'm with you
Ooh, I got a crush on you
“See? It wasn’t even that scary, was it?” Crystal grinned, throwing her arm around Gigi’s shoulders as they exited the theater. She had been dying to see the slasher flick that had just come out and was thrilled that her best friend agreed to come along, but when she realized she was trembling, she stopped in her tracks, placing her hands on her shoulders. “I know that wasn’t easy for you and I’m proud of you for sticking it out.”
Gigi immediately relaxed under Crystal’s touch, her heart melting at her words, at the warmth and sincerity that she could see in her eyes. Her heart fluttered in a way she’d hoped would stop by now, but ignoring her feelings grew more and more difficult. The crush she had on Crystal was almost puppy-love in nature. She adored her, wanted to spend all of her time with her, longed to just kiss and hold her in a way that wasn’t their platonic closeness. “Well, you made it easier to handle,” she replied with a reassuring smile before they began their walk back to her house.
They settled in Gigi’s room as quickly as usual, chatting about school when Crystal asked, “you know Nicky, the new girl? Do you think she likes girls? Or is she just French?”
Gigi felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. She was used to Crystal commenting on which girls she thought were pretty, but it was rare that she expressed interest in someone like that. “Dunno, thought she was flirting with Jan yesterday… but it could just be the French thing.”
“Jan? Huh, yeah, I could see that happening,” she mused with a shrug, then tilted her head. “Are you okay?”
She blinked rapidly, trying to get her mouth and brain to reconnect. “I-I… um, yeah, totally. Are you hungry? I’m hungry, I could order pizza if you want or something.”
While Crystal wasn’t convinced, especially with how skittish her friend was being, she couldn’t pinpoint why, so she had no choice but to let it go. “Sure, pizza sounds good.”
And Gigi was happy to leave it at that. Maybe she would write in her diary later, it wasn’t like she had anyone she felt comfortable confiding in. And maybe one day she would pluck up the courage to own up to her crush.
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Pls i beg for more summer camp au for your prompts
ok i didn’t know which Era™ bcs there’s like three so i went classique ✨
anyway here’s the origin of Arson. iykyk
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“So,” Gigi prompted once Crystal returned to the cabin, “how much trouble did you get in?”
Crystal pouted as she flopped onto her bed. “Three days no free play. Brooke Lynn said I’m lucky no one got hurt, or I could’ve gotten kicked out. But, like, how was I supposed to know you can’t set cursed toys on fire. They literally taught us how to do it!”
“They taught us how to make a campfire,” Jackie chimed in, sitting up in her bunk, “to make s’mores, not arson.”
The point went right over Crystal’s head as she cheerily exclaimed, “arson! That’s gonna be his name!” She looked up at her and added, “you’re his godmother now.”
“Nuh uh, I am not going to be made into an accomplice,” she shook her head and laid back down, pointedly holding her book up to block her face.
“Did they let you keep it?” Jaida asked.
Crystal nodded as she rifled through her bag. “It’s still my property, possessed or not,” she explained, finally holding up the partially charred furby. “Maybe drowning would work, less dangerous.”
“Crystal, no,” Jackie warned.
“Crystal, yes,” Jaida countered. “Guess Gigi’s the deciding vote.”
“That’s not fair, everyone knows Gigi can’t say ‘no’ to her!”
Gigi pouted. “Hey!” After a beat of silence with Crystal looking at her expectantly, she quietly got up and mumbled, “she’s gonna do it anyway, someone’s gotta make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”
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29 + Goodesport?
29. “I kinda thought you were gonna kiss me.”
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“You’re being weird,” Gigi observed as she watched Jan fumble around to get her belongings out of her locker. “I mean, you’re always kinda weird, but more… intentional.”
Jan broke out of the fog she was in long enough to let out a laugh at the comment. “I’m certainly not trying to be weird, so, I guess you got me there,” she conceded. “I just… oh my god, this is gonna sound so stupid… I thought we had, like, a moment when we were sparring.”
Her curiosity was piqued. “What do you mean?”
Bright red and hesitant, she answered, “I kinda thought you were gonna kiss me.”
“Oh yeah?” Her confused expression turned into a smirk as she made her way closer to her gym buddy. “Sweetie, all you had to do was ask.”
It was rare for Jan to be speechless, those that knew her well would say it’s damn near impossible. But the moment she felt Gigi’s breath against her sweaty skin, any coherent thought vanished from her mind. “I-I-I… uh…”
Gigi loomed over her, effectively pinning her against the lockers. “Go ahead, Jan. Ask.”
Luckily, Jan’s brain and voice was able to reconnect. “Please kiss me?”
She wordlessly obliged, closing the little space left between them with a heated kiss. Her arms wrapped around the shorter woman’s waist, holding her close even after they came up for air. “You know,” she murmured against her lips, “two people could fit in one of the showers.”
Jan could’ve given herself whiplash with how fast she nodded, scrambling to undress before they even reached the showers. She was much more excited for this workout than for sparring.
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Goodesport + "I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what's wrong."
Gigi huffed and pouted – her unwillingness to talk about her feelings was only matched by Jan’s stubbornness. She realized she had no choice but to relent. “I’m sad I didn’t get that internship I wanted, it would’ve been really good for me.”
Jan hid her smile of satisfaction behind her genuine concern, pulling her girlfriend into her arms. “I’m sorry you didn’t get it. It sucks and I understand why you’re disappointed. But you’re so incredibly talented, I’m sure you’ll get an even better one.”
Despite the unpleasant feelings that bubbled up with vulnerability, she melted into her arms. “You’re right… thanks, most people would’ve just told me to get over it.”
“I thought you knew by now that I’m not most people.”
Gigi cracked a smile and shook her head. “No, Jan, you’re truly one of a kind.”
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Begging for you to write about Crystal and Gigi being back together again at the show they did together a few days ago 😌
Gigi threw her arms around Crystal as soon as they were both backstage after the show. “You came back,” she beamed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Crystal smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. “‘Course I did. What’s the point of moving to LA if I don’t get to perform with you?” he shrugged, then added, “and, y’know, just getting to hang out with you more.”
“We haven’t had a lot of time to, huh?” she mused, frowning. They had both been traveling internationally since Crystal had moved — they were in the same neighborhood, but further apart than ever most of the time.
“Fucking sucks, I know. I mean, I’m glad that we’re employed and getting cool opportunities and everything, but I wish they’d put us on the same tour every now and then,” he murmured, holding her closer. “It’s a lot more fun with my girl.”
Gigi tilted her head curiously. “So, I’m your girl now, huh?”
Crystal blushed, realizing the weight of his words. “I mean, you know, in a way?” he fumbled his words, scrambling to seem coherent.
“I think you ought to ask me properly.”
He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let me take you on a date and do it right?”
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crygi + “i can’t help it.”
Gigi quirked her brow. “I’m starting to think you’re just saying that,” she accused, though there was no real malice or anger in her tone.
“I swear I don’t forget stuff to piss you off,” Crystal insisted. “I just get distracted. I’ve literally been putting off getting tested for ADHD since college… which probably gives an answer itself in a way,” she admitted.
Her expression softened and she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist. “Hey, listen, it’s alright. We can work on this together, make new systems. Whatever we gotta do.”
“Thanks,” she exhaled, then added, “I just don’t want to be a pain in the ass in the process.”
“Aw, baby,” she cooed and kissed her forehead, “you’re already a pain in the ass, but you’re my pain in the ass and I love you.”
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goodesport + 🎵
Somebody I Fucked Once - Zolita
If it were up to me
I'd be calling you mine already
But I'm in bed texting girls
Thinking 'bout you, baby, oh no
Don't know what to say
Probably shouldn't tell you this
But fuck it, here's my confession
I'm kinda hooked on you
And in the mood for an obsession, yeah
You might be someone I could love
Or you're just somebody I fucked once
Gigi scrolled through her tinder matches, she had plenty of options for a booty call, but none of them felt right. She wanted to pretend she didn’t know why, but it was glaringly obvious – she was still hung up on the girl from her theater course that she hooked up with. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, at least, that’s what she kept saying, but she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Jan since their study session got heated.
“Fuck it,” she sighed. There was no use in ignoring this newfound obsession, but she had to go about it tactfully. She was bold, she could simply tell Jan she wanted her for herself, no one else, but she didn’t want to come off crazy. So, she asked her out for coffee, jokingly calling it their ‘second’ date.
Spending time with Jan was easy, she loved how bright and enthusiastic she was – a sharp contrast from her own dry wit and cynicism. She would ask questions about her life and pretend she hadn’t already figured it out by stalking her Instagram.
“Can I ask you something, actually?” Jan prompted between sips of iced coffee.
Gigi blinked, realizing she had been staring at her to the point of zoning out. “Huh?”
“What’s going on here? With us? Like, I don’t mean to assume or whatever, but dating doesn’t seem like your thing, at least, you didn’t give off that vibe when we hooked up.”
Gigi felt her ears burning red and her eyes locked on the table instead of at her. “Dunno,” she mumbled, “it’s usually not my thing, but the thought of someone else snatching you up makes my stomach hurt. Maybe you’re just special.”
Jan smiled softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “That’s sweet,” she hummed and took another sip. “But what if I’m not?”
“Then I guess you’d just be somebody I fucked once.”
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