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Of Course I Care (Jaida/Jan) - Campvanjie
AN: This was originally written for and posted to AO3 under my now deleted account there on May 24th, 2020. I’m the original author of this work, and there’s definitely no plagiarism going on!
Summary: Jan is sick, and doesn’t want to miss her gig. For the prompt: ‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’ (Girl pronouns; but they’re not in drag here… or at least one of them gets out of it relatively soon!)
“-migranes aren’t contagious. So you need to-”
Jan gripped at the edge of their door frame, steadying herself as she was watching Jaida, who cocked one perfectly manicured eyebrow at her from their bed, the television remote in hand.
“I need to what? Come on, baby.”, Jaida shook her head. “What do I need to do?”
She had spent the morning trying; and failing on various fronts, to get Jan to cancel her brunch; though she’d spat every old New York platitude right back in Jaida’s face, unwilling and completely unrelenting.
“Our season was shit.”, she had reminded Jaida. “If I start cancelling in my city now, I’m done. I’ll be double booking with Ariel Versace and my mom will start coming to my shows-”
“Girl, stop that. One brunch isn’t going to ruin your whole reputation. Some of these bitches are doing all sorts of messy shit and they still get booked!”, Jaida told her, pressing her thumbs in tiny, precise circles against the back of Jan’s hand.
“I don’t care what everyone else is doing. They’re not me, and I can’t just stop because I feel like shit. What’s gonna happen when we go on tour?”
The two of them were lying in bed, Jan’s eyes tightly closed against the sunrise; as Jaida tried to keep her voice down, knowing how much it all probably hurt.
Jan got migraines occasionally, though they usually weren’t too bad, needing only a few hours of quiet time between the two of them; Jaida working on her costumes while Jan would leave an old record to play quietly in their bedroom and emerge just in time for a late, leisurely paced lunch. But, the change in the seasons and the steady flow of bookings that had suddenly begun to open up again in the city clearly had her knocked out; no matter how much Jan hated to admit it.
Sometimes, Jaida knew, it was best to let her burn out; as quickly as she fired up.
Three hours later; Jan had certainly given it her best shot, leaning against their bedroom door, her eyes barely glassy behind bright contact lenses; a thick layer of makeup caked over her face hiding how pale she must have been, her wig hanging limply in brunette ringlets as she teetered on her slick, purple latex boots.
“-You… you need to just shhhh-“, Jan started. “I’m gonna… ah, I’m gonna call the car and I’ll be back later, like at five? I don’t know.”
“Ah-ah-ah. You’re sick. You need to stay in bed.”, Jaida finally put her foot down.
“I don’t wanna-“
“Seriously?”
She had gotten up from the bed to meet Jan, wrapping her arms around her waist.
“Baby, c’mon. Let’s get you out of all of this.”, she said, gently guiding Jan back into their bathroom, her hand steady at the small of her back.
“I don’t-“
“You’re not letting anyone down. Don’t worry about it.”
Jaida sat her at the edge of the bathtub, dimming the lights in their bathroom as she gathered Jan’s products in her hands.
“You shouldn’t have to- ah-“
“Don’t think of it like I’m taking care of you. I’m protecting my investment in those good ass sheets before you smear whatever busted-ass color this is all over our pillowcases!”, Jaida joked easily, slowly massaging the cleanser over her face.
“They are really nice pillowcases.”, Jan murmured, sounding just as exhausted as Jaida suspected.
“All ready for you.”, she said, pressing a kiss to Jan’s forehead as she wiped away the glue. She had dropped her head against the bathroom tile, cool against her cheek while Jaida’s fingers ghosted over her arm, reaching for the zipper to start to unzip her costume.
“Now see, now I’m getting a treat.”, she teased, running her hand up Jan’s bare chest, making her grin despite how their morning had gone.
“I don’t- maybe not today?”
“Something to look forward to then.”, Jaida whispered, letting her head drop to Jan’s shoulder.
“Okay.”
They finished in the bathroom, Jan latched to Jaida’s chest as she led the both of them back to bed.
“You don’t have to stay.”, Jan murmured, her face half buried into the pillows the moment they fell into the bed together, Jaida’s body warm against hers, pressed together under the blankets.
“Well, I do have to answer my emails.”, Jaida chuckled, squeezing Jan’s hand under the sheets as she pulled her phone from the charger.
“Besides Baby, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
#rpdr fanfiction#jaida essence hall#jan sport#jaida x jan#canon compliant#s12#sick fic#fluff#campvanjie#concrit welcome
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And Everyday: When Life Gives You Lemons, Put Some Vodka in Your Lemonade (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode, Jaida Essence Hall/Jan Sport) - Campvanjie
AN: This was originally written for a fic exchange, and posted to AO3 under my now deleted account there on May 1st, 2020. Reposting here, because I’m proud of it, and am clearing old S12 fics from my Google drive. I’m the original author of this work, and there’s absolutely no plagiarism going on!
Summary: Gigi needs a soft place to land after her quarter-life meltdown, and Crystal realizes the happily every after she gave up on, might not be totally out of reach. Meanwhile, Jaida and Jan work on restoring an old barnhouse; because marriage begets home improvement.Prompts: Parenthood AU, Enemies to Lovers, Idiots in Love, and Angst all used to varying degrees.
CW: conversations around divorce/child custody and (past) bullying behavior, character mentions (non-specific) mental health issues as the reason for a past breakup.
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“- Ugh, anyway, it’s like 3:30, he’s almost an hour late and I don’t know why the fuck I even got all dressed up just to sit at court being looked at like I’m some cheap bitch-”, Gigi grumbled into her phone. It was pressed against her cheek as she tried her best to juggle her purse and a extra-large coffee held in her other hand, her livid glare captured perfectly in the harsh, white light of the bathroom mirror across from her.
“I dunno, maybe because you have to be there? Kind of the mom thing to do.”, Crystal told her, static edging into her voice.
It was a long-distance call after all, and Gigi had fought against her fingers dialing the number almost by muscle memory. She had only relented once she had gotten through the packed hallway of the courts complex, and almost collapsed into what seemed like the only empty bathroom.
Call Crystal, had been the only thing she could think of do, in between beating her palms against the cool, brick walls, and shaking with sobs she refused to shed for fear of ruining her makeup.
Without missing a beat; Crystal had picked up, her voice always high and slowed, syllables enunciated in a way that had trained Gigi into asking for coffee, like it was spelled with a K, calling her son’s name, with the E in the middle a sharp, upward spike.
Crystal, Gigi realized with a start; was who had taught her to gulp in her breaths to hide herself crying, and shove her fist into her front pocket, to keep herself from shaking so much.
“I know. I know you’re right. I just- God, I’m so sick of it. It just want this all to be over so I can go back to what’s important, and stop feeling like my entire world is crashing down around me."
Crystal laughed, a little too dry for it to be genuine. "Hey, Gigi?"
"Hm?"
"If you- if you wanted, maybe you and the little munchkin could visit? Come see me in Missouri, maybe it’ll get your mind off things."
Gigi’s hands stopped underneath the stream of lukewarm water flowing from the faucet, her eyes meeting her reflection in the mirror. She looked like shit, no matter how much her carefully applied façade remained in place, her gaze jittered around the small room and she had never felt so truly tired in her entire life.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I mean, me of all people should know something about everything falling apart."
Less than an hour later, Gigi found herself dialing Crystal’s number again. She stood outside the courthouse, her glasses misted from the early- evening rain shower as she waited for her car.
Relinquished. She didn’t know whether to laugh, or cry, or take her parents up on their offer to live in their Florida timeshare and disappear off the face of the planet, too.
"He’s not coming because he filed paperwork to relinquish parental rights two weeks ago. In the eyes of the law, it’s just the two of you.”, her lawyer had told her, after finding Gigi just outside the bathroom. Jackie Cox was always dressed in tweed, pastel, pantsuits, dark hair coiffed in buttery smooth curls at the top of her head, her lips pursed in a thin, straight line, as though she was perpetually exhausted.
Gigi supposed that, being one of the city’s longest-serving family court attorneys would do that to you.
“I don’t know how I missed it on the dockets, but I should have told you first.”, Jackie apologized; her hand warm and steady at the small of Gigi’s back as she walked her client back up the hallway.
Gigi grunted, shrugging her shoulders underneath her jacket. “It’s fin- It wouldn’t have changed anything, Jackie. Really, thanks for everything."
She let herself lean against Jackie, letting one of her oldest friends wrap her arms around her, breathing in the scent of Jackie’s honeysuckle perfume on the courthouse steps.
"I’m sorry this happened-”, Jackie started, and Gigi could feel her heart sink to her stomach.
She had never done well with pity, least of all when she truly deserved it.
“Don’t be. Please, just don’t.”
“What are you going to do now?”, Jackie asked, as Gigi stepped out of her embrace, surveying the street before them that was quickly filling with cars and bikes and buses as the work day finished and school let out for the day.
“Right now? Get in an Uber and hope they don’t charge me triple for being late at daycare again.”
Crystal picked up on the fourth ring, and Gigi could hear the sound of a sink running in the background. Water splashed against metal, and the distinct sound of another woman’s voice, screeching with laughter, buzzed through the speakers of Gigi’s phone.
“Whoo- chile, I’m telling you if you come any closer with that flour, I’m gonna-"
"Shit. Sorry.”, Crystal had muffled the phone against her chest, the static only cutting out when Gigi was sure she had ducked into another room.
“How quickly can you get that guest room set up? I’m pretty sure we can make it for tomorrow if I drive through the night.”
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“Mom- Mom it’s twelve-thirty-five. It’s way, way, way past your bedtime!”, Destiny crowed from his carseat, kicking at Gigi’s back. His blonde curls were plastered to the side of his face, lips dusted with salt from the bag of chips that Gigi had let him pick out form himself at their last rest stop.
Their entire lives had fit neatly into the sickeningly suburban five-seater that his father had insisted on, the largest luggage case filled with her son’s clothes and bedsheets still having enough room to jostle under his bare feet.
She knew it was impulsive, and stupid, and half-expected the police to pull them over several states away, but as the highways emptied to nothing bur a ribbon of white lines that kept them on the right side of the road, Gigi became more and more convinced she was doing the right thing.
“My bedtime is five-thirty, kiddo. Yours is eight, so you get to stay up so much later.”, she joked easily, never having had Destiny for so many hours, all by herself in the years since he had started preschool.
“Wait, that doesn’t make sense! It’s eight at night and right now it’s morning! Nobody goes to sleep at five in the morning!”, he shrieked, and giggled at his own reflection in the rearview mirror.
“That’s when the garbage truck wakes up!”, he added. Gigi didn’t remember, if he had ever talked so much, his voice jarring and so different from the toddler babbles she had recorded, and kept on her phone to watch on her worst days.
Her textile studio had taken up her days, until her partners had grown tired of Gigi stumbling in at eleven in the morning, unable to force herself to care very much about their bottom line, and the grey, dull world outside until Destiny had come to kick her out of bed.
Afterwards, his father would take her nights, the pressure incessant that they be exactly what they looked like- a family that belonged in a catalog, with a perfectly dressed, perfectly quiet child, money to burn and success in spades; drinking from matching flutes of champagne while Destiny was left alone in his basement bedroom with a baby monitor and his collection of stuffed animals.
Gigi faltered in a sea of plastic smiles and shallow conversations, and at the end of the day, all of her friends who had warned her off marrying her senior-year rebound, giving her life over to the promise of a bright, empty future, had been right.
He wanted to live in a dream, where she was only ever a sidekick; their son nothing more to him than a prop to parade, an filled-in item on a checklist that he had given up without a second thought.
Gigi had named him Destiny, because she liked it first, but second, because it had sounded so good with his last name; that she had never even considered having to change it.
Destiny Goode was a name that sounded like a motivational quote from a caveman, and she briefly wondered, merging on to the next interstate her GPS system highlighted- if a six-year-old would remember his name if she changed it right now.
He could be a Garret, or a Jaden, just like every other boy at school.
A fresh slate with no more questions to be asked, and nothing left to tie her perfect boy to Gigi’s worst mistake.
“-So, she’ll be here at nine-thirty, and we’re all going to be nice as fuck and not make it weird, okay?"
Crystal smoothed down the pleats of her skirt with her palms, her legs crossed in front of her at the breakfast table, as her eyes flitted between Jaida and Jan, who both had forks in hand as they enjoyed the chilaquilles that Crystal had set out for their meal, knowing this was going to be a big conversation.
"Chile-”
“Okay, go back to the part where she broke up with you and then ended up married to darksided Warner-"
"Guys!”, Crystal protested, glaring down at her friends.
Jaida and Jan had bought the barn on her family’s property not even weeks after Crystal had agreed to put it on the market, the decrepit, white-washed wood tower an eyesore along the country highway.
They were the closest thing she had to neighbors, in the wide acres of rolling plains that separated everyone by miles along the road, and it hadn’t taken long for the three of them to grow close.
Together, they had carved a guest house out of the front entryway, laying water pipes and television cable; and were working on renovations to turn the barn’s hall into an event space, with glass lanterns hanging high along the rafters that Crystal remembered walking across like a tightrope when she was a child.
Jan drilled in heavy wood planks to form a catwalk that overlooked the barn floor, which you could reach from the outside fire escape, and Crystal had been thrilled to finally put her years of following behind her father to use, toolbox in hand as she sanded down the reinforced beams holding up the roof.
If Gigi hadn’t called her, Crystal and Jan had a day ahead of them of hauling the shingles from a pallet left by the side of the road, in Crystal’s truck up to the barn, while Jaida had her camera, and a full calendar of Senior Portraits to finish before the end of the school year.
“I know it sounds like a lot, but please, please, don’t make it weird. Gigi always…- She always needed everything to go perfectly, and I hate to say it but… I might be her only real friend. Like, ever.”, Crystal told them, biting down on the inside of her cheek.
Gigi, who for the past few years, had been nothing but a collection of memories that would fire in her brain occasionally, like a slight twinge from an old injury, would be back in the flesh at her doorstep, at any minute. Crystal barely had the time to recruit Jaida’s help in clearing out her guest rooms for Gigi and her son, much less process how she truly felt about offering up her home as their refuge.
Gigi had never responded to the birthday cards she sent for Destiny after his third birthday; barely ever logging into her Facebook page that had been filled with photos of the two of them through college; and seemed to abruptly be cut off after she had gotten married. Occasionally, something would trickle through, a vacation photo of her little family, and anniversary note, a first day at school and a post that asked everyone to go and follow her business page.
For all of the refreshing Crystal did, Gigi’s studio seemed to never upload anything beyond its logo and business hours.
“Nah, listen, I get it, babe.”, said Jaida, a tortilla chip hanging from the corner of her mouth. “People grow and change and we gotta meet them where they’re at."
She nodded towards Jan, who was gulping down her orange juice, with a fond grin. "If you would have told my queen bitch ass when I was in high school, that I would end up married to Miss Team Too Much, I would have stole your man and told the whole school some dirty secret.”, Jaida laughed. “Everybody’s dealing with something, and I was so closeted and angry I was acting a fool for free."
"You were never closeted.”, Jan piped up, her voice rising an octave from normal, making Crystal widen her eyes as she looked to her side.
“Glass closet, honey. Besides, my point is, it’s water under a bridge, whatever we do when we’re young. I love you now.”, she said, pressing a kiss to Jan’s temple as she rose to go take their dishes to the sink. “You ended up turning out to be an amazing woman. I’m sure Gigi’s just the same."
-
The sun was high over the horizon line when Gigi’s car rumbled up the range road, rocks spraying into the grass as her wheels skipped over the pockmarked dirt.
She had taken Destiny to a hotel waterpark with a free breakfast, the absolute joy and shock on his face more than worth being several hours off of the arrival time she had texted Crystal. He was asleep now, only dressed in a pair of shorts and his sneakers, the buckles of his carseat starting to chafe red against his skin.
Gigi turned left at the barn, towards the yellow-shuttered house she remembered visiting over so many spring breaks and reading weeks, surprised to see two workers, stacking pallets of shingles by the barn door. One was a gorgeous, darker-skinned woman, the sun glittering from the highlights in her hair as she waved over to Gigi, making her grin despite herself.
Crystal’s tiny town had always been welcoming, the huge open expanses of space seeming to make everyone all the more willing to seek a connection- though Gigi would have never guessed that Crystal and her family would ever do anything with the barn, which looked just a little less decrepit than she remembered, so many years later.
She parked by the balcony, just in front of Crystal’s truck, and shook Destiny awake, helping him into the first shirt which she could reach from his bag.
"C'mon, Des. We’re here. Are you excited to say hi to Mom’s friend? She stayed up all night to make you new room!”, she asked, watching as he took in the word around them.
“You have friends?”, he blurted out, so plainly that Gigi couldn’t keep a smile off her face, even if he had probably heard that from a TV show she probably shouldn’t have been letting him see.
“That’s not very nice."
Still, she kissed the top of his head, and helped him out of the car, his tiny hand feeling heavy in hers as they made their way up the stairs to Crystal’s door.
The balcony creaked under their feet, as Gigi raised her hand to press against the doorbell, Destiny tugging against her shirt, pointing up at the colorful strips of cut paper that still adorned the windows, the sun cutting what must have been a stained-glass glow inside the house.
"Snowflakes, like at school!”, he called to her, pressing his face against the windowsill before Gigi pulled him back.
“No, it’s called papel picado.”, Gigi corrected, remembering how Crystal had spent hours at her paper press in the basement of the art rooms in college, a mess of stencils spread across the desk, a chisel and mallet in hand as she studied the pictures her grandmother would send her.
Crystal’s tongue would poke out of her mouth, her pupils blown wide in concentration, oblivious to the darkening sky above her until Gigi would find her, at half-past midnight, standing still wide awake in the middle of confetti slices of cut paper piling around her.
They would kiss, exhilarated and young and alone together, and Gigi would never think anything was wrong until-
“Gigi! Geegs! Look who’s late to their own party!”, Crystal squealed, the door swinging wide open to reveal her; red-brown hair still as wild as ever, piled into a messy ponytail atop her head, and a smile so wide Gigi could see nearly all her teeth. Crystal sparkled with the same craft glitter that had always hung from her fingertips, her cheeks flush as though she’d run from one end of the house to the other.
Her eyes looked bright again, the memory of which was so foreign to Gigi that she took a moment to take it all in, Crystal’s bright skirt and her tight, sleeveless top looking all the more like relics of the summers they had spent together.
“Ahoy.”, she greeted, raising a hand to her forehead in a mock salute.
Crystal giggled.
Giggled, like she always had, and waved them inside with a flourish of her hand.
“Are you mad at me?”, Jaida asked, kicking open the toolbox that she and Jan shared.
They had watched Crystal let the storied Gigi into the house, and decided to occupy themselves with bolting down the side light fixtures in the barn, until whatever was probably going on between their neighbor and ex calmed down enough for Crystal to invite them in.
But, Jan’s temper had grown increasingly short through their day, her drill now clenched in a white-knuckled grip as Jaida held the ladder she was on steady below her, digging in the tool box for the next drill bit she would need.
“Why- the fuck- would I be mad at you?”, she said through gritted teeth, over the sound of the power tool in her hand.
“‘Cause you just said fuck, for one.”, Jaida muttered, her eyes rolling skyward. Her wife had always been a little dramatic, but there was nothing Jaida hated more than the silent treatment, far preferring a knock-down, drag-out, screaming fight to being frozen out for hours with little more than a sharp glance or a silent nodded sent her way.
Jan shrugged her shoulders, her favorite blue and red flannel shirt stretching deliciously tight across her back.
Was Jan teasing her? Was it all some kind of elaborate game that was intended to be finished in their bedroom?
“Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s killing the mood, babe.”, Jaida teased, hoping that Jan would get the hint.
Instead, she dropped the drill from her grip, clattering down the ladder as it bounced on the hard-packed ground. The battery pack popped from the tool’s back, not that Jan could be bothered as she stalked away, ignoring Jaida’s raised eyebrows.
“Hey- hey- you can’t just wreck stuff because you’re having a bad day!”, Jaida called after her wife, looking down at the mess of wires at her feet. “And I don’t know how to fix this shit so-"
She fell silent, as Jan’s steps echoed up the outdoor fire escape, her body disappearing until Jaida could only see the outline of her long, blonde hair, blowing in the wind from the balcony.
"Jan?”, she shouted, following her up the steps. “Hey, I know I fucked up, but you gotta tell me how otherwise I’m not gonna know how to fix it."
"Right.”, Jan scoffed as Jaida rounded the corner, the two of them facing towards Crystal’s house, where a second-floor light flickered on and off several times. “I forgot that everything’s so easy for you, I just have to spell it all out."
"Okay, what does that even mean?"
Jan glowered at her wife, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Why did you tell Crystal the reason you were a bully in high school was because you weren’t out?"
"That’s what this about? Baby-”, Jaida reached forward, her hand only barely touching Jan’s shoulder before her wife flinched away. “I was just trying to make her feel a little better about the whole thing, everything going on with Gigi. I don’t even remember if I was a bully in high school."
"Maybe I do.”, Jan snapped, her eyes flashing up in anger for a split second.
Jaida sighed, looking back over the horizon; where the sun was starting to dip at the back of scattered farmhouses and cottage homes littered accross the plains. “Look- I- I’m sorry and I shouldn’t have brought it up-”
“You’ve never apologized."
"You want me to say sorry?"
It had been years since Jan and Jaida had reconnected, long separated from the people that they had been as children.
Jaida had remembered Jan as an easy target from their first day in kindergarten, a tiny, loud girl who fell into a pattern that followed until Jan had left for college on a musical theatre scholarship, and Jaida had gone to play basketball for a small, comfortable liberal arts college in the heartland. When she had met Jan again; she was another person who shared the same name, at an alumni event where both of them had been invited to promote their respective colleges.
Where Jan had always worn her heart on her sleeve, the woman Jaida had married was confident, and passionate, witty and driven beyond belief.
She hadn’t had a second thought proposing to her, in the middle of the butterfly sanctuary at the zoo in the springtime, kissing her passionately without question at their Central Park wedding, their families both swaying together underneath the canopy of a white tent, to the music of the very first DJ they had found on Google.
"I just want you to- admit that it happened.”
“You’re acting like this was a big deal.”, Jaida groaned. “Baby, we were kids."
"It was a big deal. I thought about the stupid shit you and your friends said, for years after- and you don’t know what that was like."
"Okay- I-”
Jaida sighed, laying her hands on the railing that rounded the balcony, squeezing the metal rung tightly against her palms, the fight seeping out of her as she studied her wife, who looked on the verge of tears.
“Jan- baby, hey, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
Silence fell between them, the sound of the crickets the only thing that cut in between their breaths. Jan buried her face in her hands, elbows resting against the railing beside her wife.
“I know. It’s just, that stuff adds up sometimes.”
She pressed herself into her wife’s shoulder, letting her head rest against Jaida’s arm.
“It adds up the other way around, too. Don’t think it doesn’t.”, Jan whispered, and Jaida finally let go of a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in, her arm snaking around to rest around her wife’s waist. “It’s just a lot of work.”
“Then I’ll work on it, baby. Just tell me what you need.”
Gigi was surprised, at how instantly familiar Crystals kitchen was, breakfast leftovers heaped on top of Destiny’s plate while she quietly accepted a Diet Coke, sipping at the flat beverage as she finally began to relax. Gigi could tell her son was starting to feel sleepy, his eyes losing focus even as he kept lifting his fork to his mouth.
“Cielito.”, Crystal cooed, as she ruffled his curls, passing by the two of them as she moved to shutter the blinds in the kitchen. Destiny clearly thrived under the attention, and Gigi wondered if he had always craved touch, or if he was only a child who was excited by all of the new things around him. The heat was sticky, and Crystal’s brightly painted walls made the whole house look even more like an eternal birthday party, the fridge covered with photos and magnets.
Crystal had never learned to speak Spanish, at least as far as Gigi knew, having begged Crystal to help her pass her class for months when they had been roommates, but she supposed, she must have picked up more of it, with all the time she must have spent with her family afterwards.
“Where are you Mom and Dad?”, Gigi asked, swirling her straw in her Diet Coke. “I should say hi, right?"
Crystal shrugged. "We could Facetime? They were back in Mexico for a while after my Dad got sick, but right now they’re travelling Europe, living the old people dream. I’m sure my Mom still misses you."
Gigi took a deeper breath, her lips pursed as she watched Crystal dump dirty dishes in the sink.
"Is um- are you getting the barn demolished? I saw a couple people working on it outside."
"Oh, that’s just Jan and Jaida. They live there. I sold it a few months ago, and they’re trying to turn it into, like, a wedding hall. You’d love them- they’re the gayes-”, she paused, looking down at Destiny as he tipped his glass of orange juice into his mouth. “They’re super, super in love, and so gross."
Gigi could feel herself start to blush, even though she had started having that conversation with her son almost as soon as he had started to learn to talk.
"I usually have them over for dinner, so you can say hi."
Gigi coughed, swallowing the question that had been at the tip of her tongue since she had spoken to Crystal the day before.
"So? are you seeing anyone?”, she asked.
Crystal shook her head. “I’m not really looking.”, she said. “Still putting the cry in Crystal!”, she laughed. “And you were right, I wouldn’t want to put that on anyone else."
"I- ”, Gigi bit back her reply, not quite knowing if this was a talk she wanted to have, with her son arranging chips on his plate not two feet in front of her.
“Hey- buddy”, Crystal tapped on Destiny’s shoulder, nudging him with her hip. “Go wash your hands in the bathroom. It’s the one with the fish on the door and Star Wars on the curtain."
He looked back up at his mother, Gigi giving him a curt nod of approval as he skittered up the hallway.
"He’s a cute kid, you know? You’re doing a good job.”, she told Gigi, pushing the boy’s chair back in.
“Yeah… mostly not my job, but I’ll pass it on to our last nanny."
Gigi had stood with their plates, following Crystal to the sink where she happily plunged her arms into the hot, soapy bubbles, not caring very much for how her shirtsleeves got soaked in the water, navy fabric clinging to her wrists.
"Seriously. Gigi- look at me.”, Crystal reached around her, shutting off the faucet with a decisive clicking noise. “I don’t blame you for being twenty-one and not sticking around after I flipped out because I didn’t know how to deal with college, and real life and everything. It’s a day by day thing.”, she shrugged, reaching to open a cabinet and put the glasses in the drying rack away.
Crystal’s body was almost uncomfortably close, pressing into Gigi’s side like she remembered them being like, when they had shared their first apartment, having barely enough room for two people in between the fridge and the stove.
“Some days are better than others. But it’s-”, she paused, and smirked, her lips curling into the same wicked grin that Gigi could never shake from her memories, no matter how hard she tried. “No offense, but you’re not important enough for it to have been your fault."
"Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”, Gigi couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “Kick a girl when she’s down?"
"Or, some people just have shitty brain chemistry, and other people are assholes. Stop thinking it’s all on you all the time, you absolute flaming fuck-up.”, Crystal told her, her words softening behind her smile.
“Maybe don’t say flaming, but I did fu-"
Destiny padded back into the room, rubbing at his eyes. "Is it adult time yet?”, he asked, his tiny mouth yawning open. “Everyone’s saying all the bad words."
Crystal snickered, turning her undivided attention back to rinsing out the sink, her back turned to the both of them as if to say Gigi was on her own with that one.
"Good night, I guess.”, she muttered, shuffling across the tile towards him.
“See you tomorrow, Geegs. Just don’t forget, there’s always that.”
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Gigi laid in bed with Destiny resting half on her chest, her son not wanting to leave her side, once the novelty of their adventure had worn off, and he had started to realize that there was a certain kind of permanence, to Crystal’s rainbow-colored walls, to the laughter from the kitchen that came from Jan and Jaida, who had eyed Gigi with enough suspicion to let it be known to her that she was absolutely not welcome in whatever little world they had built.
Okay, maybe the last bit was just in her head, and she could just introduce herself properly at breakfast the next morning- but she had still jumped at the chance to lock herself in Destiny’s appointed bedroom, pretending that he would need her to fall asleep, even though he had only wanted to cuddle before passing out completely the second that she dimmed the lights.
She scrolled through her phone, mindlessly as her son shifted in her arms, the message bubble beside his father’s name still lit up red with unread texts, that she skipped through to flick past her Instagram feed, landing on Crystal’s profile at the very bottom of her following list. The very first account which she had followed, years ago, and the very last that she kept up with, the creeping intimacy of being under Crystal’s roof, trying to piece together the life she had dropped out of, thicker than the heat of the air around her.
Crystal’s photos were all filtered through something that made them look brighter, more vibrant than the rainy afternoons and damp wetlands that they featured in the background, the captions all long, effusive essays about the importance of showing up to vote, or the beauty of the creek behind her house in the summertime. The most recent photo, featured her lying in a bed of sunflowers, grinning up at the sky, eyes half-shut against the sunlight.
Don’t look right into a solar eclipse!, the caption started, followed by at least a dozen laughing emoji faces, alternating with bright pink flowers. Sometimes life just punches you in the face, dummy! And you just gotta deal with it anyway. Don’t waste a second!
Gigi chuckled, locking the phone and laying it back on the bedside table, trying to move as little as possible as she turned off what was left of the light in the bedroom, and drew herself closer to her son in her arms.
His breathing was steady, his hands reaching for her hair in his sleep.
“Okay, kiddo. I got you.”, she said to nobody in particular, sinking lower in the sheets so she could tuck them tighter around him.
There’s always tomorrow, she could hear Crystal telling her, her voice clear as the dream Gigi was starting to slip into.
The next morning, she would start putting everything back together again.
#rpdr fanfiction#gigi goode#crystal methyd#jaida essence hall#jan sport#crygi#jaida x jan#lesbian au#hurt/comfort#parenting au#s12#angst#fluff#campvanjie#tw mentions of divorce#tw mention of mental illness
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Cause Though the Truth May Vary, This Ship Will Carry (Gigi/Nicky) - Campvanjie
AN: Based on the prompt: “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” - “Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.” A slight AU Gigi/Nicky, little bit of unrequited crushing and a lot of fate, originally posted to my old AO3 account on May 24th, 2020. Edited as well to add non-binary pronouns for Gigi out of drag, as the original used male pronouns. Don’t worry, I’m the original author and only want all of my stories collected under one pen name.
Summary: Nicky and Gigi strike up a friendship online, but just can’t meet until the time’s exactly right.
CW: slight mentions of homophobia.
The sun’s almost setting on an August day when Gigi flicks through the games in their library, bored of sniping enemies from rooftops, set on finding something else that has a competitive mode, kicking underneath the bed to find their headset. It would probably be best to at least try to talk to other people, and maybe even count up all the times people call each other gay without even realizing they’re talking to someone, who’s made sixteen dollars an hour dressing up as a girl and working at the rock climbing wall for all of high school.
There’s gay, and then there’s Gigi Goode; with a closet hanging full of custom couture, not that they’d ever admit to their mom that her work isn’t the worst.
There’s only one player in the team’s group chat, as Gigi adjusts their headset so they can talk into the mic.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Hi!”, laughs the voice in his headphones; crackling as Gigi shoots and blows apart a box in the game’s lobby. There’s an accent there he can’t quite place, not that it matters so much, since the guy on the other end easily guides him through the map and even cracks a couple of jokes as one of the other team’s players is booted off a cliff. Maybe he’s Spanish, or Russian, since there are lot of Russian people on the server at this time of almost- night.
They queue for another round, his player’s character stopping next to a poster of one of the girls in the game.
“I like her, do you?”, he asks, and Gigi cringes a little. Straight guys were fucking exhausting, but this was just embarrassing-
“Like, this coat, with the belt like this, makes her waist look like she is a wasp. The insect, not the white people.”, he keeps talking, and Gigi’s eyes widen a little.
“Yeah, I’d buy those boots.”, they joke, hoping that whoever it is, will take it in stride, and he won’t have to listen to someone who’d been cool for the past half an hour, suddenly start losing their mind over how gay that was to say out loud.
“The boots? I want this hair- I want just Mortal Kombat hair but like this color, and maybe instead of a gun I want the scepter, like Sailor Jupiter. You’ve seen that, yes?”
Gigi blinks a couple of times. He’s serious?
“Like, of course. Yeah.”
“She’s a Mugler bitch. Hm, aren’t you?”, the voice teases on the other end; kicking at one of the boxes in the game.
Gigi is silent, as their queue timer runs out, and their team join another game which is already active when they’re dropped in.
“It’s the Hermes winter collection.”
“What?”
“That jacket is a dupe from the Hermes winter collection. You said Mugler-”, Gigi repeats, blasting through a wall in the game.
“Oh- oh you’re saying- this past winter! Of course! Maybe someone on the design team is also a fan?”
“Maybe.”
The two of them finish the round, and Gigi eagerly hits yes; when a little box pops up to add TheNickyDoll to their friends list.
(Gigi adds him back on Discord, too- because they’re probably not taking the Xbox to college, and then, they can send pictures right away.
He’s not a serial killer, and he’s cute.
Gigi can’t help but wonder if Nicky thinks the same of them.)
They slowly knit together in between Gigi’s first semester, and when Nicky moves into a new apartment in the eleventh arrondissement in Paris, and pops a bottle of champagne against his camera on his phone, propped up in his new kitchen. He plays with the zipper on his hoodie, and Gigi still can’t help but be surprised with how simple his wardrobe is.
Gigi spends hours carefully curating their wardrobe, though they supposed in Europe, there were just better pickings.
“Don’t you have friends?”, Gigi jokes, shirtless against the white brick walls of their dorm.
“Everyone will be over later, but I just wanted to do a toast for your timezone. It will be like three am for you when everyone else gets off work.”
“So this is a private party? Well… okay let me get my card.”
“Seriously? Not that kind of party!”
“Didn’t say it was. Congratulations, by the way. I got you something! Well like, I found it, and it’s so you-“
Gigi flicks the camera to face forwards, swinging to a painting hanging in the closet.
“Aw, well you didn’t have to- what the fuck is that?”
“Putin! I painted him in like the eighth grade. My mom was dropping off some stuff last weekend and I can mail him-“
Nicky’s eyebrows shoot up, pots and pans clattering on the other end of the line.
“Bitch, I am trying to not be the victim of a hate crime.”
Gigi laughs a little bit, flipping the camera back to focus on their face.
“I never asked, what do you even do?”
“What?”
“Like you- you have a job right? What’s your job?”
“Ah, I’m working, well I worked at a makeup store, but now I have some contracts, and maybe, you know- this neighborhood is where all the bars and the clubs are. If there’s no work on the runways maybe some will be looking for new girls.”
Gigi’s cheeks run hot for a moment.
“Wait, you- you’re a girl?”, they ask weakly, hoping it won’t absolutely ruin their entire… whatever it is, when you’d rather have a private housewarming alone in bed, than pretend to enjoy the beers that are flowing through the rest of the hall downstairs.
“Only when I’m being paid. Do you know- well, you have to in America you have RuPaul’s show- it’s like that-“
“You do drag? Wait, really?”
“Shhhh.”, he stops them, pressing a finger between his lips. “It’s like, I haven’t got any bookings yet but some of the clubs are interested- some of the parties, too. I can be a bottle girl.”
Gigi simply blinks repeatedly in the screen.
“What- is that too gay? I thought we were both pretty gay.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Hey-“, Gigi keeps the camera on their face, their eyes flicking up towards the naked mannequin resting against the closet door. Most of Gigi’s things were still at home, but there was a black feathered swimsuit they’d been working on- if they took out the waist just a bit-
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Wow, we are getting deep in, Dr Phil.”
“Seriously, what is it?”
“I’m feeling pink recently. Usually just- something simple. Blue. Black. It’s soothing.”
“Black is not a color.”
“Then it’s my favorite not-color.” Nicky pours from the bottle into a flute on her counter. “Get something to drink, come on.”
“Uh-“
“Doesn’t matter what. Come on!”
Gigi reaches for Red Bull, yesterday’s alcohol mixed into it, tangy and stale in the metal can.
“Okay.”
“Pace a Salute!”, Nicky cheers, and they clink their drinks against the camera.
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Two months later, there’s a wrapped package on his stoop, covered in foreign postage, wet at the edges like it’s been through- what Americans would call the ringer, the labels so scratched over he can barely make out the return address, when he cuts the cardboard open on his kitchen counter.
If this was that stupid Putin painting, he was deleting Gigi from his entire life-
Inside, is fabric folded in paper, a little cloth ribbon tied around where a card is tucked in.
“I dont know what your actual skin tone is because you need better lights but merry Christmas if it doesn’t fit or doesn’t match sell it on eBay and get better lights”,
Gigi has written, in neat, large letters.
Nicky carefully unfurls the rest of it, and there’s a blue and pink bodysuit inside, accented with green and yellow panels that glitter like the facets of a diamond, and a yellow jacket, the bottom cut off just below the ribs, hemmed in thick stitches so the fabric won’t roll up.
Had Gigi gone and had this made? Or was it off the rack?, he wondered, digging for price tags and labels in the fabric.
Nothing.
Shit.
He fires off a message to Gigi, who is still showing as offline, given it’s probably six in the morning where he is.
14:17
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How much is this “gift” you got me? Wtf…
FaceTime me later.
There’s predictably no response, and that night; he paints carefully in the mirror in his bedroom, laying out the little black dress he had chosen for the performance on his bed.
At the very last minute though, it’s that little suit from Gigi that wins out, nude panels sliding over his tights as he shimmies in front of the mirror.
It’s not perfect, but it all looks very nice.
When later comes, Gigi is wearing a red wig with blonde streaks that she runs her long fingers through, winking at the camera.
“My mom’s actually a professional seamstress. It didn’t cost anything, babe.”, she says with a little shrug, a tight yellow dress barely moving around his shoulders. There’s always a party here; and Gigi can’t imagine hating it more, the little college town bigger than he was used to, and yet still- too small for what she really wanted.
“If you want other stuff, I’ll send it. There’s lots of stuff that I don’t really wear anymore and we kind of have the same style. It’s not like anyone can say anything, then they’d have to admit they’ve seen me out in public. Or I could even make you something, I’m bored all the time.”
“Why are you doing this?”, Nicky asks.
“I dunno. It’s not like you’re my competition. You’re my friend.”
19:41
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Anyway, I’m dropping out of school, getting a nose job and moving out to LA.
Gigi types out on their phone, underneath the table at their family’s annual thanksgiving dinner.
19:41
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Maybe not all at once.
Nicky’s reply comes lightning fast- making Gigi grin.
“Are you seriously getting nudes right now?”, one of their brothers asks, and their mother glares at the both of them over the table.
“I’m getting some new sketches from my atlier in Paris.”, they seethe, glancing back down at the floor. Nicky’s been trying to teach him French, like it’s something that occupies them so that Gigi doesn’t implode; in between sending him links to his favorite shows to watch, and YouTube links to makeup tutorials.
(He still hasn’t figured out if Nicky means it; or if he’s trying to be shady, and just doesn’t know how.)
“Atlier is where you get the clothes made, dumbass. Mom’s sewing room isn’t Paris.”
“Shut up!”
“All of you just stop-”
19:43
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It’s a hard time in life in general.
Try not to listen so much to those voices in your head.
Nicky’s text pops up with a loud, mechanical pinging noise, three dots still hovering under the message as Gigi forces looks up from the screen and glowers across the table as they reach for more baby carrots.
19:43
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Make mistakes, but not too many, haha. You’ll figure it out.
If it makes you feel a little bit better, I’m moving to San Fran
19:43
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What? For real?
Gigi’s nails frantically tap over the screen.
19:45
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Yes! I bought a ticket.
And my husband called an immigration lawyer, we’re going to get my green card situation set.
“Lawyer-”, Gigi gasps; and their entire family pauses, glancing over the table at them.
“Jesus Christ. You did it, didn’t you? You got arrested your first semester, and you weren’t even gonna tell us-”
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”, they snap, flipping the bird at their oldest brother.
“Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.”
Their whole table erupts in a discussion Gigi can’t pay any attention to.
19:50
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Cool.
That means I get to see you soon.
It’s gonna be great.
They taps ou, and close the app with a smile.
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They hadn’t known if Nicky even had a boyfriend, not that it mattered; until it did.
Apparently; he had been married, for almost the whole time they had known each other- a blow Gigi hadn’t quite expected, to leave them as breathless as landing in Los Angeles; the shock not setting in, not in full, anyway- until they are standing in a new apartment, looking down at a menu of instructions on how to set up the wifi in the unit, fingers hovering over everyone in contacts.
They can’t call their mom; not this soon, and their brothers would tell her, and the whole plan would crumble; just like everything had with Nicky; whose calls Gigi had declined for the past solid month; the nights they had spent with their phones propped up behind desks and dressing room mirrors fading into something beyond memory; that they refused to think about any more than they had to, the messages asking if they’re alright answered in curt, short replies.
How could they have been so stupid, thinking that they were talking-talking, teasing that Nicky and they were friends; when Gigi didn’t even know what his real name was.
(Unless it was Nicky?)
Shit.
Gigi waits for their phone to load into the app, and refreshes the friends list a couple of times, until they can see Nicky’s icon at the top, the side of the circle cut through with a little green dot, and taps twice to start a call.
“Hi?”
Nicky’s greeting floats in the air, between a breath and utter silence before Gigi swallows their pride, pressing the phone to the side of their face.
“What do you know about connecting a router to a tower if I live on the…um third floor?”
The line crackles, but soon there’s a tiny, familiar chuckle. “First of all, that is not how you do any of that-”
They talk a little more, every day; in between, Nicky moves to New York and Gigi cuts a tape that they put in the mail with a wink. They’re due for a visit home soon, and carefully proposes- maybe it’s time they meet Nicky. New York isn’t far at all, and a layover would make for a cheaper flight, anyway.
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Their plans stack up in hours of calls; and Gigi think they’re almost back to normal. Until, three days before the flight is supposed to leave, there’s a call they had forgotten to wait for, and their fingers hover over the message box below Nicky’s name, vibrating with anxiety and excitement all at once.
09:22
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Hey. I had a family thing come up.
Gigi types, and then erases the text, steeling themselves as they taps out another one that makes a little more sense, and doesn’t seem like such a lie.
09:30
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I’m so so so so sorry about this
I had some things come up and my trip fell through.
They send this instead, surprised to see Nicky start typing back immediately.
09:35
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You’re not going to believe this
I have some work things that started recently and so it would have been really shitty to have a guest over now.
09:35
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No way!
09:37
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Yeah. :(( But we’re gonna hang out someday, I swear!
09:37
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Dont worry! You’re definitely gonna see me.
Real real real soon!
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“-Where do I go?”, Gigi asks, pulling at the bottom hem of the ornate jacket she wore, fiddling with the gold telescope in her hands. The lights behind the set burned brightly, making the thicker bottoms of the outfit feel much warmer than he had remembered them being.
“Go to that green square on the ground, and wait there, when you see the little arrow light up, you can enter the Werk Room and then we’ll have you stop inside, get your opening line, and let you see the other girls.”
“Okay.”
He does as he’s told, prancing in and kicking his boots in front of him as the lights move to capture Gigi’s entrance, his head only snapping to the side when given the signal, so he can see the others who are already crowded around the pink tables he’s only dreamed of seeing for so long.
“Holy Shit…Nicky?!”
In reality; Gigi can see far more of the detail of Nicky’s face; of her eyebrows and carefully painted cheeks and lashes, of all the effort that they had only really talked about, his eternal summer tan and the long fringe of black hair that he’s always nudging across his forehead, or slicked against a beanie, gone behind a platinum blonde veneer that’s so much brighter than Gigi has ever seen. She’s thinner, and taller, careful breaths underneath sequinned shoulder pads, knees knocking together as she gasps.
“Gigi!”
Widow and Crystal glance at each other over the pink table.
“Hold up, you guys know each other?”
In the flesh; Gigi is impossibly small, the sharp angles of her face, and the dark brown hair that sticks up in angles which Nicky traces against the white of his pillows in his bedroom on the screen of his phone in the morning, taped underneath a gold-tipped pirate hat, and lush, wavy curls. She looks like a model on the runways where Nicky used to work; so close to him that he can feel Gigi’s breath on the back of his hand, as he tightens his grip around the epaulets on her shoulder.
“Gigi Goode.”, she repeats, and Gigi giggles a little at that.
“The Nicky Doll.”, she laughs, and her voice sounds so much more solid, than it ever has over every crossed wire.
Gigi’s hand swings, squeezing Nicky’s tightly as they swing around the table; like the others who are there don’t matter at all. She rests her head on Nicky’s padded shoulder, cocking it just slightly, waiting there, as Crystal’s eyes flash at the scene before them.
“…and may the best woman win.”, Gigi whispers, only for Nicky to hear.
#rpdr fanfiction#nicky doll#gigi goode#gigi x nicky#pre-ship#fluff#online friends au#s12#on set fic#queen au#campvanjie#concrit welcome
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Had Me a Blast (Nicky Doll/Crystal Methyd) - Campvanjie
AN: I’m clearing old season 12 fics out of my drives and wanted this here on AQ since it was only on my old deleted AO3 account. It’s attributed as an orphan work on AO3 if you find it there, posted originally on May 10th, 2020. However, I’m the original author, and absolutely no plagiarism is taking place.
Summary: Nicky and Crystal have a hot moment in a hot tub. Written for the prompt "Did you just hiss at me?“ "Are you judging me?"
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“I just want to know why you’re not friends with Taylor Swift. Pretty sure that’s her house over there.”, Crystal wonders aloud, splashing a stream of warm water against her girlfriend’s arm. Nicky’s parents, European conglomerate owners who Crystal had never even seen in real life, were in Florida, for the second time that month, leaving their estate and its staff of housekeepers, at their only daughter’s disposal.
Driving down from the New York City penthouse Nicky’s parents had for her to stay in while she went to school; where Crystal found herself sleeping over more nights than not- hadn’t even been a question.
Nicky’s pushed up on the faux marble tile lining the hot tub across from Crystal, facing away from her with her weight resting on her wrists, calves crossed on the bench, about to stand up. Wet white-blonde ringlets sticking to her thin, smooth shoulders, salty water dripping down her delicate collarbones.
Nicky’s fucking stunning, and Crystal takes a deep breath; the chill air of the early autumn night biting at her bare chest. She moves quickly, too; pulling down her navy and red striped bikini bottoms, treating Crystal to a full, close up view of her ass, giving her a little shimmy, like she’s just shaking out a cramp.
As if.
Nicky lowers herself back into the water, her glowing skin and sharp, cold, eyes radiating feigned innocence when she dips below the water, the tops of her breasts just visible below a line of foaming bubbles from the hot tub’s jets.
“Who are we talking about, cherie?”, she teases; as if Crystal remembers anything beyond wanting to squeeze Nicky’s perfect ass between her hands, kiss and bite at the pale skin of her inner thighs. “You’re looking a little flustered… is the water too hot?”
“N-no. The water’s fine-”
“Yeah?”, Nicky moves closer still, their knees brushing underwater. “Just right?”
“It’s good.”
Crystals eyebrows float up, and Nicky cant help but start to laugh; leaning forward to close the distance between them. Her lips taste like her favorite cheap apple cider; pale pink lips soft and warm as Crystal deepens their kiss, her tongue dipping deeper in Nicky’s mouth. She bobs in the water, winding her arm around Nicky and pulling herself against her chest, so she’s sitting in Nicky’s lap, jets firing on all cylinders around them.
Nicky’s hands are slick and slide easily down her waist in the water, tugging free the strings of Crystal’s bottoms, nails pressing into the soft skin of her back as they trail up her sides, fingers hooking underneath the string of her top. It falls away easily, floating between them while Nicky’s hands glide to her front, skin slippery around Crystal’s hardening nipples. Nicky rolls them between her thin fingers, and Crystal hisses into her mouth, the paper-thick space between them entirely too much.
“Did you just hiss at me?”, Nicky murmurs against her collarbones, her lips curling up in a wicked grin.
“Are you judging me?”
Nicky’s hands had found their way back down to Crystal’s bare ass, pressing them closer together, the water slick against their bodies. As romantic as it would be, they keep slipping, and Nicky slides off the bench almost entirely, her face wet with foam when she bobs back up, the realization that sex underwater is never really as sexy as it seems in reality.
“Crystal? I’m really fucking into this, but-”
Crystal nods almost immediately. “Want to get out?”
Her lips are lush and pink, wisps of deep, auburn hair broken free of her already messy bun to hang in loose, thick curls framing her face.
“Yes, let’s-”, says Nicky. It’s all she can do not to grab Crystal again, and kiss the words right out of her mouth.
#rpdr fanfiction#nicky doll#crystal methyd#crystal x nicky#lesbian au#fluff#pre smut#s12#campvanjie#concrit welcome
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A Different Way for the Water to Be (Branjie) - Campvanjie
Summary: A Branjie AU of The Good Place, for the prompt: “Oh for fucks sake, let me help you.” - “All you needed to do was ask.”
CW: (non-graphic) death mentions throughout, and some (mild) sexualcontent
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#rpdr fanfiction#brooke lynn hytes#vanessa vanjie mateo#branjie#m/m au#fluff#angst#the good place au#campvanjie#concrit welcome#tw death mentions
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But Who Am I to Tell You Who to Love These Days, Water in Your Eyes Like a Flood These Days (Branjie) - Campvanjie
Summary: A Branjie AU based on the book/movie It’s Kind of a Funny Story.
Content Warning: This story, while it has no sexual or explicit content, contains somewhat detailed discussions/descriptions of depression, anxiety, and mental health struggles in general throughout. [For those familiar with the original material: The setting of the story and the plot (specifically to do with Noelle) have been changed; and there is no reference to the original settings, or the original incident with Noelle in this story.]
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#rpdr fanfiction#brooke lynn hytes#vanessa vanjie mateo#branjie#angst#m/m au#campvanjie#tw anxiety and depression
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'Cause All of My Kindness; Is Taken for Weakness (Branjie) - Campvanjie
Summary: Vanjie wishes he could live his drag life all the time; especially after the cute guy he meets in line for yucca fries one night ends up becoming friends with his “big sister”.
Content Warning: this story contains sexual/adult content and references throughout, drinking and smoking, and a brief scene of vandalism.
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Originally posted on December 28, 2019 to my previous (now Orphaned) account [listed in co-authors above], and re-uploaded on August 29, 2020 to this profile, which I will use to upload works going forward. I am the original author of this work, and this has not been plagiarized.
I deleted my accounts and orphaned fics on impulse, and wanted to post this one again on my current profile, since it’s one of the works that I’m most proud of. The other copy of this work should still exist within bookmarks and links in its original version with the orphan account attached. I’m only posting it again for myself to have on my current, active profile.
Live, and learn!
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#rpdr fanfiction#brooke lynn hytes#vanessa vanjie mateo#branjie#m/m au#college au#smut#fluff#angst#ao3#campvanjie#tw smoking and drinking
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Sucking Too Hard on a Lollipop (Branjie) - Campvanjie
Summary: Brooke works at the juice stand at the mall and Vanessa works at the makeup counter right across from it and spends all day being a big gay mess crushing on that massive hunk working the blender, until two hours before Halloween, he’s at the beauty shop trying to get his makeup for the big night together and Vanessa has to paint him. [M/M AU]
Content Warning: This story contains sexual/adult content, and sexual references throughout.
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Originally posted on October 10, 2019 to my previous (now Orphaned) account [listed in co-authors above]- and to AQ under the pen name porg_galore, and re-uploaded on August 27, 2020 to this profile, which I will use to upload works going forward. I am the original author of this work, and this has not been plagiarized.
I deleted my accounts and orphaned fics on impulse, and wanted to post this one again on my current profile, since it’s one of the works that I’m most proud of. The other copy of this work should still exist within bookmarks and links in its original version with the orphan account attached. I’m only posting it again for myself to have on my current, active profile- which was supposed to be the account which I had started uploading to yesterday [honeyssey]. Unfortunately, I lost the login information for that account, and will be using this one from now on for all future fanfictions.
Live, and learn!
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#rpdr fanfiction#brooke lynn hytes#vanessa vanjie mateo#branjie#fluff#smut#m/m au#mallrats au#ao3#campvanjie#concrit welcome
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No, Life Ain’t Easy These Days (Branjie) - Campvanjie
Summary: Brock is spending the summer of the Worst Year Ever working as a pool boy; and lucks out when his favorite client just so happens to have a really hot son.
Content Warning: This story contains sexual/adult content and references throughout, as well as references to the pandemic quarantine, but they are kept deliberately vague and only inform the setting as background details- such as stores/colleges being closed, (character) is at home due to businesses shutting down, etc.
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Originally posted on July 1, 2020 to my previous (now Orphaned) account [listed in co-authors above], and re-uploaded on August 29, 2020 to this profile, which I will use to upload works going forward. I am the original author of this work, and this has not been plagiarized.
I deleted my accounts and orphaned fics on impulse, and wanted to post this one again on my current profile, since it’s one of the works that I’m most proud of. The other copy of this work should still exist within bookmarks and links in its original version with the orphan account attached. I’m only posting it again for myself to have on my current, active profile.
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Dear AQ;
Another reader shout-out from me; this time with screenshots! I’m presenting the following comments from @tumble4rpdr without much further comment except to say that as a writer, the highest praise I had never even considered could be a thing before reading her comments- was that someone would respond to your story, with a story of their own. Her comments are a masterclass in the art of commenting- and I’m not joking about that in the slightest; because they read like stories of their own, that take details from your story, and weave them in and out of directions that I, as the writer, had never even thought of, and she has a gift of matching the exact cadence of a story to the line-by-line commentary that leaves me seeing my work in a completely different light.
We’re all used to following our favorite authors, but when I started reading in this fandom, I knew of this particular reader and was thrilled to find her on tumblr because she’d left these awesome comments on every chapter of a series that I was reading at the time, and I loved seeing the comments, almost as much as I loved seeing the story/series update- because they felt like two experiences that built on each other, and was so surprised when they commented on my own work in the same way. Even though I wrote the thing; it still felt like this amazing parallel experience which was not only incredibly motivating, but something I looked forward to with everything I published after that. Here are some of those first comments (not the very first ever, but far enough back for everyone to get the idea!)
It’s no surprise that comments like these, are the kind that authors (well, just speaking for myself here!) go back to time and time again, because they remind us why we write these stories. Not only is it fun to “make the Barbie dolls make out”, but because writing stories, and making things, help us connect with our people and build spaces where we can celebrate the kind of stuff that makes us happy- no matter how unusual or “cringe” it might be. For me, knowing as a writer that the little tidbits and in-jokes and worlds I build in my mind don’t go unnoticed and give someone else the same joy in reading it; is pretty much like having a million dollars put right into my bank account (or at least, it sure feels that way!)
Here are some more recent examples of this incredible reader’s work:
And; since these shoutouts are supposed to be about spotlighting what every kind of reader can take with them into their own reading and commenting habits; for me it’s the dedication:
This story ended up remaining unfinished, but again, I can’t overstate how incredible, fulfilling and important it is to see readers and to hear from readers like this for myself as a writer, and again, in the whole community. I love to see the same people comment on my work and am sure I’m not alone in that. It’s even more extraordinary to me, when I see those comments come in from someone whose work I respect and can’t get enough of- these comments are absolutely golden and you’re the Bruce Lee to me in White Belt Community Center Karate- and are an example of how I want to be in the community and as a writer: encouraging, engaged, creative and passionate.
Unsurprisingly, she’s also a writer and in the interest of being promotional, I REALLY encourage everyone here to check out her writing, as well! It’s under the same username on AO3 and will show up in a search over there. Like the comments above; her stories are some of the most unique and well-thought out AUs in the Branjie fandom, particularly in the M/M niche, and incorporate a lot of elements that are rare in non-sci-fi/fantasy fandom fanfics as well- like a full Rocky Horror AU; body swaps, magical realism, and more and ground them all in the “realities” of developing the characters as people, who despite the situation they find themselves in, really want to connect and fall in love and talk to each other! Please, if absolutely nothing else, check out her work, and leave those COMMENTS!
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I have a comment for Campvanjie:
I just read And Everyday: When Life Gives You Lemons, Put Some Vodka in Your Lemonade and Im physically weak. First things first, I loved the dynamic of Jan and Jadia they where so cute and they felt real. This goes double for Crystal and Gigi. I have been in a similar situation helping a best friend turn girlfriend after a rough breakup. It felt so real. Little Destiny was so cute. I know your probably wont see this but it was so good. I just wish there was more.
Thank you for the amazing story have a good day
Thanks love!! This is great feedback!!
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Hey everyone! Please feel free to share your recs for Spotlight Saturday anytime!!
From @buffyathena (Athena2): “For spotlight Saturday, I wanted to share some fics I’ve been reading and rereading lately; all ones that are pretty happy”
Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor by Ortega (Lesbian AU Branjie)
“This just finished and is absolutely incredible. Such a happy fic. Even if you don’t know anything about Strictly Come Dancing (which I didn’t), it is so easy to get into this and love it.”
Ortega’s Tag
💃🏽
Autumn Leaves by Vanjiebitchh on AO3 (Lesbian AU Branjie)
“A totally soft series with different autumn themes. Lots of hurt/comfort and fluff, but everything is overall happy.”
🍂
A Different Way For the Water to Be by Campvanjie (M/M AU Branjie)
“An au of the good place that is heartbreaking and happy and hopeful. If you like the show, and even if you don’t, you will probably enjoy this fic.”
Campvanjie’s Tag
💧
“Literally anything by Kite and Writworm42–both of these authors are incredibly talented and have such a wide array of fics. There is something for everyone and you should check them out!”
Kite’s Tag / Kite on AO3
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Writworm42′s Tag
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🔥 Blue Neighborhood Series: BLUE (Methydoll) - Mac
🔥 Cause Though the Truth May Vary, This Ship Will Carry (Gigi Goode/Nicky Doll)- Campvanjie
🔥 Everybody Knows You're High 1/4 (rajila) - dartmouth420
🔥 a different way for the water to be. (Branjie) -campvanjie (AO3)
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Crazy, Hot, Kinky, Sex, Chapter 4 (Biadore)- Mermaid Tail
You Know You Love Me, Chapter 11 (Branjie) - Kiki
had me a blast. (Nicky Doll/Crystal Methyd)- campvanjie
and everyday: when life gives you lemons, put some vodka in your lemonade. (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode, Jaida Essence Hall/Jan Sport)- campvanjie
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Behind the Scenes, Chapter 3 (Jan x Jackie)- Chaoticnachokitten
sucking too hard on a lollipop. [O/S- M/M Branjie]- campvanjie
no, life ain’t easy these days. [M/M Branjie O/S]- campvanjie
'cause all of my kindness; is taken for weakness. (3/3) [M/M, Branjie]- campvanjie
level up, chapter six (branjie) - holtzmanns
Tree House Kisses, Chapter 26 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica
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Justify My Love (Gigi x Jan) - Joley
but who am I to tell you who to love these days, water in your eyes like a flood these days (Branjie Oneshot) -campvanjie
Tree House Kisses, Chapter 27 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica
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