#crygi fanfiction

[sexynetra]

Somewhere In The Crowd There’s You (And Suddenly I Feel Alright)

The hopes and dreams for an Olympic Gold in figure skating rest on Gigi Goode’s shoulders, but the one person she wants to be there with her most has left her on her own during the biggest moment of her life.

Crystal Methyd would do anything to go watch her best friend and longtime crush skate at the Olympics, but about 4500 miles stand in her way.

Or: 5 times Gigi FaceTimes Crystal and 1 time Crystal doesn’t pick up.

[read on Ao3]

#drag race #rpdr #RuPaul’s drag race #drag race 12 #rpdr 12 #RuPaul’s drag race 12 #crygi #crygi fanfic #crygi fanfiction #drag race fanfic #drag race fanfiction #my writing #olympics au #somewhere in the crowd there’s you (and suddenly I feel alright) #Crystal methyd #Gigi Goode #ITS DONE I DID IT #I could cry #I might be crying #minor panic mode rn #anyways I hope you all love it #and I couldn’t have done it without the support of my lovely friends #Gi and pippin I owe y’all everything #and Danielle this fic literally would not have happened without your encouragement #anyways my baby is out in the world now!!!!

[petitmonde]

20 for crygi pretty please ? :)

"I know that, according to your theory, the other end of this little string wrapped around my finger belongs to you," Gigi said. She flexed the offending finger, willing it to show more than the small snippet she was able to see.

The red had grown more vibrant over the years, fading in and out as the seasons passed and she grew older. With no rhyme or reason, it had a life of its own. The scarlet red a new addition to the hues it had embodied over the years.

Gigi gave Crystal an impatient look.

"Well, it's just a theory..." Crystal tried to backtrack, the cutting eyes boring into her, making her voice crack. "You say how this string changes colour, so I was thinking it might have something to do with me moving back here."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Remember back when we were kids? You told me about this string around your finger, and I said that I couldn't see it. But you insisted it grew brighter every day, even if nobody else could see it."

"Oh."

Gigi bit her own cheek as she turned her head away from Crystal. There were implications at Crystal's words, and she wasn't about to think about those right now.

It must be a coincidence that the string changed whenever Crystal was around and whenever she left. A coincidence Gigi had been painfully aware of for years, one she had been purposefully suppressing for as long as she could remember.

"Forget I said anything."

#crygi #fic prompt #rpdr fanfiction #drabble #thank u mar for helping me with the awkward wording on the original prompt

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

28 - German christmas market - Crygi

only if you’re into that idea ofc, no pressure!

Ooooh i love reading Crygi, so let's give writing a shot! (and a Jasya mention bc well, I’m me) Also, I've never been to a German Christmas market before, so a lot of this comes from talking to friends and internet research.

"What are we doing in this neighborhood?" Gigi asked as she looked out the passenger side window. The street was lined with different decorations than where she and Crystal lived.

"I told you, you'll see what it is soon," Crystal said as she turned left at the stoplight.

Gigi tried to look closer at the pedestrians walking along the lit sidewalk, but none looked like they were giving her any clues about this surprise.

She thought she and her girlfriend would just go out to a nice dinner and then watch The Polar Express at home in their pajamas, but now she had no clue where Crystal was taking her.

"Here we are," Crystal said as she pulled into a line of cars that led into a paid parking lot. As she waited for the cars to pull forward, she fumbled in the dark car to look for her wallet.

Eventually, as Crystal paid the fee and they were allowed in, Gigi recognized they were at a park on the other side of the city. She watched some families and couples that were walking to the main entrance.

"I still have no idea why you brought me here," Gigi said as she got out of the car. She rebuttoned her crisp, white faux fur coat as the chilly air hit her.

"You don't see those lights?" Crystal pointed out as she reached into the backseat to get two pairs of gloves, passing one pair to the other.

As she pulled on the baby pink pair of gloves, Gigi looked in the direction the strangers were walking toward. In the short distance, there was a tunnel entrance made of small lights to the park.

"Are we looking at Christmas lights?" Gigi guessed as she and Crystal joined hands.

"Kinda?" Crystal said as they entered the mesmerizing light entrance. The lights were all bright white, and some even made patterns of detailed snowflakes along the sides.

As the couple reached the main section of the park, the walkways were surrounded by different stalls selling food and trinkets. The smell of sweet roasted nuts and balsam welcomed them as they joined the market crowd.

After window shopping and looking through the main row of stalls, the couple sipped Belgian hot chocolate as they sat close to the playground.

“How did you find this place?” Gigi asked as she warmed her hands on the hot paper cup.

Crystal took a long sip before speaking, “Daya told me about it when she and Jasmine came here last week. Jasmine’s uncle is one of the pierogi vendors and she said the market was worth the drive.”

“She was right, this place was worth the drive out here.” Gigi smiled before taking another sip.

“I’m surprised you haven’t even taken any pictures yet.” Crystal pointed out. Which was surprising to Gigi too, since she was the type who always wanted to capture the moment.

“Maybe later, but I don’t think my phone camera can do all the lights any justice.”

As the couple finished their drinks and continued shopping, the young families of the market slowly left. The night was growing older, and some stalls were starting to close for the night.

“I don’t think my bag can hold anything else,” Gigi said as they made their last round of the stalls. Her canvas tote bag barely holding onto her shoulder.

Crystal led her to the next row of stalls, missing the exit they were heading towards. “We just need to pick up one last thing.”

“What’s that?” Gigi asked as they stepped in front of a booth with displayed ornaments. Some wooden, some ceramic, and a few glass.

Crystal gave the booth attendant her name, and they dug through a box under the table. The person pulled out a small gift bag with tissue paper peeking out. She thanked the attendant before leading Gigi off to the side, away from the crowd.

“Open it.” She said as she passed the bag to Gigi. As she carefully peeled back the tissue paper, she found a ceramic ornament of three leaves of green ivy placed in a triangle. In cursive red writing, the top leaves said Crystal and Gigi, respectively, and the bottom had the current year.

“It’s beautiful, I love it.” Gigi smiled as she held the ornament by the red ribbon. “I thought we weren’t much of a traditions type of couple?” She asked with a playful smile.

“It wouldn’t hurt to have a couple of annual things to look forward to,” Crystal said as she gave a quick peck to Gigi’s cheek.

Gigi couldn’t wait to show her friends and close family the magic of this Christmas market. But for this year, it was just meant for them.

#crygi #rpdr s12 #my writing #rpdr fanfiction #my drabbles

[artificialqueens]

[WIP] Error Code (Crygi) – PetitMonde

A/N: Hello lovelies, on V's request I decided to kick off Wip Wednesdays on AQ with a little snippet to my sequel of Mechanical Hearts – set 15 years into the future. 

The bell rang a familiar chime, one Crystal had gotten used to over the years, followed by an assault to her nose of the various baked goods that filled the bakery. Rows of pastries behind a glass counter, the bread stacked against the wall, all tempting her senses to make her want to buy them all.

In the brightly lit bakery, an elderly couple was being rung up by their newest assistant. Barely 16 years old, and already working in her mother's bakery. She was the spitting image of Jackie, brown curls and dimples in her smile. 

Time flies when you aren't careful, Crystal mused to herself. 

"Oh hi Crystal, long time no see," the girl greeted. No, not the girl, she had a name. Delphine, if she remembered correctly. 

"Yeah, it has. Say, is your mother in? I'd like to say hi," Crystal said, her hand thrown into her mess of a hair. Everything was so familiar, yet it also wasn't. "Oh, and to get some pastries on the way." 

Delphine suppressed a snort, not one interaction with Doctor Methyd had been the same. 

"She's out in the back decorating cakes with Sara. Said it was important she not be disturbed." 

"I see, I see." 

Crystal let her eyes wander around the numerous delicacies, each more decadent than the last. Choosing had always been difficult, and thus it had been Gigi's job to do so. She insisted it was the optimal way of doing things, despite not being able to taste any of them herself. 

"It's strange seeing you here alone. Is there something wrong with Gigi?"

Trust a kid to be that observant, hitting the nail on their first try. 

#rpdr fanfiction #wip wednesday #petitmonde #error code #s12 #crystal methyd #gigi goode #crygi #lesbian au

[teamluxx]

gasp wait wait wait!!!! the crygi!!! the crygi cairo!!!

TAKE ME OR LEAVE ME - RENT

Every single day I walk down the street

I hear people say 'baby, so sweet'

Ever since puberty, everybody stares at me

Boys, girls, I can't help it, baby

So be kind and don't lose your mind

Just remember that I'm your baby

“I don’t get why you’re so upset! I can’t control that, Crys. If I could, I would,” Gigi practically yelled as she slammed the door behind her.

Crystal had stormed out of the party her and Gigi were in. She absolutely could not take any more of it.

“Why am I upset?” Crystal asked, turning on her heels to face Gigi. “I’m upset because my girlfriend is entertaining the people who are flirting with her. I’m upset because every time someone talks to you, there’s never a mention of me.”

“Crystal, are you joking? Everyone knows we’re together! If people want to flirt with me, I can’t stop them!”

A tiger in a cage can never see the sun

This diva needs her stage, baby, let's have fun

You are the one I choose, folks would kill to fill your shoes

You love the limelight too now, baby

So be mine and don't waste my time

Crying "Oh, honey bear, are you still my, my, my, baby?

Take me for what I am

Who I was meant to be

And if you give a damn

Take me, baby, or leave me

“I chose you, Crystal. People are mad about that. But if you can’t handle that, then maybe this isn’t worth my time.”

Crystal’s face dropped, tears nearly forming in her eyes. “Geeg, what the hell are you talking about.”

“I’m talking about how you’re so insecure all the time! People would kill to be you. And you’re complaining because one person looked at me a way you didn’t like? It’s ridiculous! You can’t just pick what parts of me you don’t like and get rid of them! This is my job, this is my life. If that’s a problem, then I’m a problem.”

No way can I be what I'm not

But, hey, don't you want your girl hot?

Don't fight, don't lose you head

'Cause every night, who's in your bed?

Who?

Who's in your bed?

Kiss, Pookie

“I’m not going to change myself for you. I am who I am, and I love who I am. But hey, you wanted to date a model, right?”

Crystal stared blankly at Gigi. She didn’t know what had gotten into her.

“I didn’t know that it would be like this.”

“None of that matters, Crys,” Gigi responded, walking towards Crystal. “Because at the end of the night, who goes home with you?”

Gigi was now standing next to her, wrapping her arms around Crystal.

“Let’s just forget all of this. Lets not fight anymore.”

It won't work

I look before I leap

I love margins and discipline

I make lists in my sleep, baby

What's my sin?

Never quit, I follow through

I hate mess, but I love you

What to do with my impromptu, baby

So be wise 'cause this girl satisfies

You got a prize, so don't compromise

You're one lucky baby

“Uh uh,” Crystal responded, taking Gigi’s arms off of her. “That little game you’re trying to play with me is not going to work. I am way smarter than that.” “Nobody said you weren’t,” Gigi responds, which receives a glare from Crystal. “I know that I’m better than this. You are lucky to have someone like me. Someone that cares about you. Someone that takes care of you. Someone that actually sees you for more than just your pretty face. I love you so fucking much, Gigi, but I hate when you act like this. You’re trying to throw away everything we have.”

Take me for what I am

A control freak

Who I was meant to be

A snob, yet over-attentive

And if you give a damn

A lovable droll geek

Take me, baby, or leave me

And anal retentive!

“If you want me to accept you for who you are, then you have to accept me for who I am,” Crystal said, crossing her arms as she stared up at Gigi, brows furrowed.

“For who you are? What, someone who wants to control me? Someone who’s stuck up and thinks shes better than me? Absolutely not. That’s not fair to me.”

That's it

The straw that breaks my back

I quit

Unless you take it back

Women, what is it about them?

Can't live

With them or without them

“Gigi, what is wrong with you? You know that’s not true and you know I don’t do that. I have done absolutely nothing but care for you and love you since the moment we met.”

“It’s not true? How many times have you not acted like what I do is somehow lower than what you do? How many times have you not tried to tell me not to go somewhere because someone you didn’t like was there?”

“You know what? Fine,” Crystal said, beginning to walk away from Gigi. “If you want to do this, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

Take me for what I am

Who I was meant to be (Who I was meant to be)

And if you give a damn (And if you give a damn, you better)

Take me baby (Oh, take me, baby)

Or leave me (Take me or leave me)

Take me, baby

Or leave me

Guess I'm leaving

I'm gone

“Fine!” Gigi yelled, turning to speak to Crystal as she backed away from her. “Good luck finding someone better than me! Have fun losing the best you ever had.”

#cairo writes #rpdr fanfiction #crygi #crystal methyd #gigi goode

[lady-assnali]

Get to know me tag!!!!

I was tagged by @slutnetra :)

Three ships: currently? Anarcia, Rosenali, Crygi

First Ever Ship: oh, I was a hardcore Troy and Gabriella girl. They were the first fanfiction I ever wrote (by hand!) in my light up high school musical notebook ✨

Last Song: idk I was listening to Gracie Abrams as background music this morning so something of hers

Currently Reading: No Strings by Lucy Bexley (it’s cute, it’s very lesbian low key enemies/strained circumstances meet cute to lovers and I’m thinking found family. It’s good so far!

Currently Watching: Daisy Jones & The Six, looking forward to Maisel, and then randomly watching Rusical episodes

Currently Consuming: unsweetened black tea and I have a vegan gf cookie waiting for me for later

Currently craving: I’ve been craving this cookie since yesterday I was so sad that we didn’t get them before Jan’s show because I really could’ve used it coming back this morning.

If you want to do it, @thecollectionsof @jinkx-monswoon idk if you were tagged yet but here! 💖

[thecollectionsof]

Uno reverse bestie

if you remember, when did you join drag race tumblr? why did you join, how did you discover the drag race fic community? do you use a sideblog, or is this your main blog? do you use tumblr for anything else?

i keep getting pranked by uno reverses <3 i guessss i can answer my own question for you, bestie <3

i joined drag race in late january/early february of this year because i had been reading fics on ao3 and decided that i'd probably find more content here (and, of course, i was right). but i originally found the fics in a moment of curiosity when rewatching season 13, actually! i had the moment where i went "hey, rosenali fanfiction is probably a thing, i wonder what it's like!" and then i discovered the fics and never went back (and a big thank you to the amazing writers, and the amazing crygi writers in particular for writing so many good fics. i read some and knew i wanted more, and i've been writing ever since!!)

but this is my only blog, really—i have a sideblog, but i don't interact from it, i just have it so i can show my sister/my friends who don't have tumblr some non-drag related posts. so this is where you can find me <3

#i love you bestieeeee #missvanjiebitchh #asks! #question time with gi

[glubbity]

it's time to read crygi fanfiction before work

#checks watch yup it's time

[sexynetra]

SIX(ish) SENTENCE SUNDAY

Hi my babies have a couple sentences while I try and bully myself into finishing the first draft of this story :)

~~~

Gigi sighed softly, sitting down on the nearest chair. “It’s Crystal,” She admitted finally, staring down at her lap.

“Crystal? What’s going on with Crystal?” Adam asked, his stern tone from before replaced by genuine concern.

“Nothing! Nothing is wrong with her. She just, uh,” Gigi took a breath to center herself. “It’s stupid. I know it is. But Crys had to pull out of coming to the Olympics with me at the last minute and I just… really want her here,” She finished, glancing up at Adam who had taken the seat beside her.

#everyone please welcome Adam rippon into the drag race fanfiction metaverse #please cheer for him #I feel like he would want this yknow #he seems like the type #rpdr #drag race #RuPaul’s drag race #my writing #untitled crygi fic #Olympics au #crygi #Crystal methyd #Gigi Goode #drag race 12 #rpdr 12 #RuPaul’s drag race 12 #sss #six sentence sunday

[petitmonde]

Jealousy, jealousy

More than anyone, Crystal admired Gigi. She was the ideal showgirl, able to lie like no one else. When Gigi told the crowd that she loved them, they believed her. At their meet and greets, it was always Gigi who sold the story that each and every fan was special – that she remembered it when a fan came to see her again. If only they knew it was a facade, maybe then they wouldn't fawn over her like she was god made flesh.

Or maybe they would. Crystal knew it all was a lie, yet she couldn't help herself either. There was something special about Gigi that drew you in until it dragged you down to drown in it.

Crystal hated that part of herself. Despite becoming coworkers last year, she would still jump through hoops of fire at the bat of Gigi's long eyelashes. She wanted it, she got it.

Time and time again, Gigi came to her needing something. Some requests reasonable, others outlandish like driving Gigi 13 hours to go see a band that was playing that night. Crystal had to sit out in the cold while Gigi played them with her charms, and had it been anyone else, the door would have been closed shut before the first attempt was made.

Crystal had half a mind to tell her off the next morning, to really let Gigi have it for abusing her kindness. But of course she couldn't do that. Never could do that. Gigi smiled at her with that million watt light that blinded her, and they were on the road again listening to a playlist featuring the band Gigi had spent the night with.

The kiss on her cheek still burned, the thank you unsaid as Gigi went on with her life, unaware of the natural disasters she left behind her in her wake.

Crystal looked upon Gigi from the shadows, bright as ever on the stage alone. Four minutes left, and it'd be herself up there with some of the newbies. She had to calm herself, put on the brightest smile Crystal Methyd could ever put on. Even without a solo, Crystal could do her part in tiding everyone over until someone more popular took centre stage.

Even on the best of nights, the bitter taste in her mouth never waned. So, in a way, Crystal was also a liar.

A little something for @thecollectionsof who desperately needed some Crygi. I don't do happy, so I hope this suffices.

#crygi #rpdr fanfiction #i dont quite know where to go with this #to be continued maybe

[crygimethydgoode]

Lover’s Fantasia Masterlist

Summary: After having absolutely no contact for a year, Crystal and Gigi are unknowingly reunited in Amsterdam for the summer. Gigi swore after two years of airports, sunrises, and utter heartbreak, she had finally moved on. But there are some magical moments you just can’t forget. Takes place from Summer in Amsterdam 2021 to filming Drag Race summer 2019. 72k words 

Rated ??? idk tween? they smoke weed and say fuck <3

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1. Cruel Summer (no rules in breakable heaven)

2. August (you weren’t mine to lose)

3. Something About the Sunshine (seeing you in a whole new light)

4. New York (but for you darling id do it all again)

5. Green Light (honey ill be seeing you down every road)

6. Supercut (all the love we had and lost)

7. Only Son of the Falling Snow (where do you go wandering)

8. Always You (i went to so many places looking for you in their faces)

9. Paper Rings (i want to drive away with you i want your complications too)

OR 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32286397/chapters/80027176

https://www.wattpad.com/story/275631183-lover%27s-fantasia

she was here she was here she was here

#rupauls drag race #crygi #Crystal Methyd #gigi goode #crygi fanfic #crygi fic #rpdr12 #RPDR #rpdr fic #Drag Race #crystal methyd x gigi goode #crygimethoode #crygi fanfiction #fic rec #fan #fanfic rec #house of avalon #get dusted

[artificialqueens]

🎁 Confessions From Blooming Lungs (Crygi) for Gi - Cheetah

SECRET QUEEN 2022 by @opalescent-cheetah for @thecollectionsof

Summary: In this world, the only way to cure hanahaki disease is to confess to the object of your affections. Gigi falls for Crystal, the cute redhead in her songwriting elective, and pretty soon she’s coughing up petals. What she doesn’t expect, however, is for Crystal to wholeheartedly believe that she’s in love with someone else.

A/N: I’m deeply fascinated by the concept of hanahaki aus, but at the same time made somewhat uncomfortable by the fact that the sufferer’s potential death is generally the fault of their love interest, for not returning their feelings. When I saw this opportunity to write a hanahaki fic that was more up my alley, I knew I had to take it, and so this au was born! Gi: happy holidays, and thank you for inspiring me to write this! I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope you enjoy all the Crygi shenanigans 💖

~

Tap-tap-tap, tap.

Gigi drums her pen on the desktop, tapping out the rhythm to one of her favourite songs. In the corner of her eye, she can see her lecturer, a woman named Michelle with glossy dark hair and striking eyes, scrawling the word ‘songwriting’ in blocky letters onto the whiteboard. This is the first session of her elective, and Gigi is thankful for it. Despite it only being the beginning of the semester, her fashion course is already hectic, and Gigi is ready to spend a few hours doing something that doesn’t involve repeatedly pricking her fingers and cursing at sewing machines.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” Michelle says, capping the whiteboard marker as she turns towards her students. “Welcome to your–”

BANG.

The door slams open, a gust of wind blowing in and bringing with it a bedraggled-looking redhead. She smiles, somehow managing to look at once sheepish and completely unashamed. “Sorry I’m late.”

“How very kind of you to finally join us,” Michelle replies wryly. “Check your name off the roll and take a seat. We were just getting started.”

The girl wastes no time in doing as she’s told. She shuffles over to the closest available chair, which just happens to be right next to Gigi, and flops gracelessly into it.

“Hey. I’m Crystal,” she says, offering Gigi a radiant grin. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here.”

“I mean, you’re already sitting, so I can’t complain,” Gigi responds, amused. “I’m Gigi. Lovely to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Crystal then returns her attention to Michelle, who is still in the process of introducing the subject. Gigi lets herself zone out - she’s read the university handbook enough times to have this spiel memorised - and instead studies the girl now sitting next to her. 

Her first impression is that Crystal is charming, quirky, and more than a little bit eccentric. Her ethos seems to be “too much”: she is wearing an array of gaudy, bright colours, and her makeup is vivid and heavy. The most noticeable thing, however, is the pile of necklaces arranged across her collarbones. Chunky beads, pearls and chains tangle with one another; there’s even a necklace that seems to be made of tiny figurines of cheetahs and rhinoceroses.

“Today, I want you to get to know the people you’ll be studying with, as well as think about what this subject means to you and what you want to achieve,” Michelle is saying. “Start by spending five minutes talking to the person next to you, and finding out what songwriting means to them.”

Gigi meets Crystal’s eyes, as warm and shiny as a midsummer day. Crystal grins again, looking far too alive for a Friday afternoon.

“So, songwriting!” she says. “Uhh… who are your favourite artists?”

“I’m a big fan of Madonna,” Gigi offers.

“Oh, yeah, she’s amazing!” Crystal agrees enthusiastically, before launching into a horrifyingly off-key rendition of Ray of Light. “‘Zephyr in the SKYYY at night, I WOOONNNDEEERRR!’”

Gigi wrinkles her nose, trying very hard not to laugh and cringe at the same time. Crystal’s performance lingers somewhere on the border between amusing and disturbing - Crystal herself seems to realise that, and looks extremely proud of herself for it.

“Oh my god,” Gigi wheezes. “You sound like Kermit, but if he smoked a lot of pot.”

“An accurate description of my character,” Crystal responds breezily, smoothing down imaginary lapels. This time, Gigi can’t help but genuinely laugh.

“Alright, what about you?” she finally manages to say through a smile. “Who’s your favourite artist?”

“Hm… I’m going to have to say El Debarge - mostly because my Uncle Ru would legitimately kill me if I didn’t. He practically raised me on El Debarge… the rhythm of the night runs in my blood.” Crystal feigns seriousness as she says it, and once again Gigi fails to stifle a giggle.

They chat and laugh their way through the rest of the class (even when Michelle is talking, in which case they lower their voices to a whisper and choose to ignore the pointed looks she keeps sending them). By the end of it, Gigi finds herself wishing the class lasted longer than the allocated three hours - Crystal might just be the funniest and most charismatic person Gigi has met in her life, and no amount of time with her seems like it would ever be enough.

~

Gigi isn’t sure if she should feel bad for looking forward to her Friday afternoon elective more than any of her actual coursework. By the fourth week of the semester, she’s even making an effort to get to her songwriting class early so she can scan the room for sparkling brown eyes.

She’d be lying if she said she was excited to be there purely for the songwriting.

She has to swallow back a cough as she reaches for the door handle. It’s been a week of itchy lungs and stubborn coughing fits, neither of which have subsided despite how much water she drinks or medicine she takes. Because she has no other symptoms, Gigi has elected to ignore it - besides, it hasn’t gottenworse either, and she’d hate to miss her weekly meeting with Crystal over a mild cough.

“Hey! Geege!” Gorgeous eyes and a dazzling smile greet Gigi as she steps into the classroom. Crystal is sitting in her usual seat, with her bag propped up on the one beside her, saving Gigi’s place.

Warmth curls in Gigi’s chest when she hears the now-familiar nickname on Crystal’s lips. She slides into her chair, trying to ignore the prickling in her throat in favour of admiring Crystal’s outfit of the week. Aside from the layers of chunky necklaces (and occasionally matching bracelets), which Gigi has learned are a staple of Crystal’s wardrobe, she is wearing a pink-and-blue button-up paired with shiny aquamarine leggings. The fabric catches the light whenever she moves, and Gigi can’t help but notice the way it accentuates every curve of her legs.

Dandelions seem to blossom in her lungs. Gigi coughs, but the itchiness is unrelenting.

“Are you alright?” Crystal asks, her features suddenly darkening with concern. Gigi simply nods, reaching for her water bottle and trying to think of all the ways she can bring that beautiful smile back to Crystal’s face.

“Hayfever,” she mumbles, once her coughing has subsided.

“Hayfever?” Crystal snickers, her nose wrinkling in the cutest way, and Gigi internally whoops with triumph. “In autumn?”

“Oh– well– I’m special,” Gigi stammers. “Unrelenting allergies, you know how it is…”

“Do I ever. You know, one of my friends is diabetic, and I know that’s different, but…” Crystal keeps rambling about her friend, but Gigi has already stopped listening despite her best attempts to focus. All she can think about is Crystal’s dazzling smile - Gigi rarely sees her without it, even when she’s talking about a topic like diabetes - and the adorable way she gestures with her hands as she speaks.

Gigi is overcome with the sudden urge to hold them, to play with Crystal’s fingers and trace the delicate lines of her palm. Her lungs itch, and she swears she must go red from how hard she’s trying to stifle another coughing fit. By the time it passes, she finds she’s guzzled most of her water in one go, and Michelle has already started class.

This week, they have to practise writing lyrics. Gigi and Crystal work together for the full three hours, laughing themselves silly over the lines they come up with. Productivity has never felt so effortless.

“Let your hair dooowwwnn,” Crystal sings, making a face as she puts on the deepest voice she can muster. “Swing it aroooouuunnndd!”

She waves her head wildly as she says it, making an even bigger mess of her russet curls. The movement makes her voice crack, and before long, she and Gigi have both dissolved into a fit of giggles. 

“Oh my god,” Gigi wheezes. “Please–” she coughs sharply into her elbow, “please keep that.”

Crystal’s face sombers suddenly. “Geege, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been coughing for the entire class.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” Gigi assures her, even though the words come out croaky and rough. “It’s just– just–”

She’s interrupted by another coughing fit. It racks her body, aching deep in her lungs and rubbing her throat raw. After what feels like an eternity, she finally spits something into her hand, and the fit subsides.

“Shit,” Crystal says. Gigi blinks pained tears out of her eyes.

Only to see a delicate flower petal resting in her palm. 

“Shit,” she echoes, her voice strangely small.

“Gigi, oh my god. Do you know what this means?”

Gigi squeezes her eyes shut, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow her whole. She nods.

Of course she knows what it means. It’s the first symptom of hanahaki disease: a rare, but potentially deadly illness that manifests purely from the strength of one’s feelings. And the only way to cure it?

Gigi crushes the petal in her palm, unable to meet Crystal’s eyes.

The only way to cure it is to confess.

~

By the fifth week of the semester, Gigi wants nothing more than to skip the songwriting class, go back to her dorm, and sleep for the entire weekend.

She can’t, though, and not simply because it would reflect badly on her report. She hasn’t been sleeping well - her lungs ache, roots twining themselves through her chest and around her heart. Leaves and soft petals tickle her ribcage, racking her body with coughing fits, and her throat is so raw now that she feels like she’s on a strict diet of sandpaper. Her room is perfumed with flowers.

She swallows back another cough as she reaches for the door handle. Everyone inside the classroom is already seated; through the pane of glass on the door, Gigi can see a familiar head of curly red hair, sitting next to a seat that is empty save for the bag propped up against it.

Something brushes against her lungs. Gigi shivers, pushing open the door. 

“Ah, there you are, Gigi. I was wondering when you’d join us,” Michelle comments, as wry as ever.

“Sorry I’m– sor–” Gigi is cut off by a violent cough. She hurries to cover her mouth, spitting petals into her palm. “Sorry I’m late.”

Michelle nods curtly. “Take a seat.”

Crystal waves, smiling brightly, and drags her bag off Gigi’s chair. Gigi tries to smile (although she’s sure it looks more like a grimace), and shuffles into the seat, shoving the petals into her pocket.

“Geege! Thank goodness you’re here,” Crystal whispers, excitedly grabbing Gigi’s hands the moment she’s sat down. “I’ve been dying to ask you about the person you like. Have you told them yet?”

Gigi clears her throat, ignoring how every flower in her chest seems to have bloomed at Crystal’s touch, which is just as soft and warm as she’d imagined.. “I - er, no. Not - not yet.”

“Aw, how come?”

“Oh, I just… I don’t know, I’m not ready, and I - I don’t know if they’d feel the same–”

Crystal sighs good-naturedly, a soft smile still dancing across her face. 

“Geege, you really are so modest,” she says. “Who in their right mind wouldn’t like you?”

Gigi’s chest convulses, and she has to swallow down petals. Crystal seems to notice the panic that flits across her face, but her only response is to smile, as easy-going as ever. She squeezes Gigi’s hands, brown eyes sparkling as she leans in and whispers, “later, you’ve gotta tell me about them! I’ll help you find a way to confess.” She winks, turning away to focus back on the lesson as though nothing had happened at all.

Gigi releases a shuddering breath, raising one clammy palm to her chest. Her heart is hammering behind her ribs, her lungs itching with every brush of leaf and petal. Doing so much as thinking about Crystal is usually enough to send her into a coughing fit - now, sitting here right beside her, with traces of her warmth still lingering on Gigi’s hands…

Gigi has no idea how she is keeping it together.

Her gaze routinely drifts to Crystal during the lecture. Today, she’s dressed in a gorgeous yellow jumpsuit, with a matching jacket draped over her shoulders. The garment is lined with a glossy violet fabric, which compliments the vibrant purple hue of her eye makeup. The sheer amount of jewellery she’s wearing should make her look ridiculous, but somehow, Crystal manages to seem effortlessly charming and endearing.

And oh, Gigi is endeared. She presses her knuckles into her sternum, trying to massage away the combined itchiness and pain. Having hanahaki disease is something akin to torture, and yet, as easy as it would be to get rid of… Gigi can’t bring herself to do it. This… thing that she has with Crystal, this friendship, this bond - she can’t bring herself to risk breaking it, if she can avoid it. 

Feelings are messy, and Gigi knows that all too well. She isn’t going to let something as trifling as feelings disturb what she has with Crystal.

It could make things even better, a tiny voice in her head reminds her. And Gigi knows - she’s thought about it countless times, in those nights when she lies awake, the swaying of plant stems in her lungs keeping her from slumber. She always pictures Crystal’s face, those adorable freckles, and how soft her eyelashes would look as she leaned in close for a kiss. Things could, indeed, take a turn for the better…

…But they could also take a turn for the worse, and that is not a risk Gigi is willing to take. Even if it means planting gardens in her lungs, choking herself on roots and stems until her only option left is to confess, or take her silence to her grave.

Gigi will wait for that day. If it ruins things, then… at least they were good for as long as they could be.

“Geege, oh my god, I am so curious,” Crystal says, snapping Gigi out of her reverie. “This person you’re into - what are they like? Tell me all about them.”

Gigi blinks rapidly, trying to bring her thoughts back into focus. The class has dissolved into hushed chatter as her peers exchange ideas - she glances over at Michelle, who is walking around the room, listening in on students’ discussions.

“My, um… right, the person,” Gigi stammers. “They’re, uh…”

“Are they a fashion student too?” Crystal asks, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Got lots of common interests?” She raises her eyebrows, her expression brimming with intrigue.

“I…” Gigi stares at her in disbelief. “Um, yeah. Yeah, they are. They’ve, um… got a good taste in music, too.”

“Yeah? Lots of Madonna?” Crystal’s eyes are sparkling as she says it. Gigi can’t help but think of her unforgettable rendition of Ray of Light, and she smiles despite herself.

“Lots.” She nods, eyeing Crystal curiously. The only thing stopping her from waiting this disease out until the last possible moment is if the object of her affections guesses who she likes. After the interaction they had when she entered the room, she was sure Crystal would’ve figured it out, or at least had the slightest idea, but…

“Aw, come on, you’ve gotta tell me more than that,” she whines, before launching into another off-key performance of Madonna’s greatest hits. “‘Open your heart to me, baby! I hold the lock and–’”

“Oh my god, stop,” Gigi laughs. “That line is an innuendo and you know it.”

“It’s a good song! Besides, my point still stands.” Crystal crosses her arms in mock seriousness. “How am I supposed to be the most iconic wingwoman in history if you don’t give me anything to work with?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you about them. Where to start, um…” she drops her gaze, thinking back over every Friday for the last five weeks. “They’ve got the most beautiful smile. And they smile a lot - I swear, if you looked up ‘happiness’ in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of them on the page.”

“Aw!” Crystal croons. “Go on, go on.”

“They also… they also have the coolest fashion sense. I look forward to seeing them every lesson, just because I know they’ll be a fountain of inspiration for me. And they’re just so… so confident. They don’t seem to care what anybody thinks.” She glances back up at Crystal then, whose eyes are as shiny as a summer afternoon. “They make me really happy.”

“Oh my gosh, whoever this is, they are so lucky to have you. That was the sweetest, most poetic thing I’ve ever heard,” Crystal says, pretending to brush away a tear. “Plus, they sound awesome. You’ve got good taste, Geege.” 

Gigi snickers despite herself. 

“‘Awesome’ doesn’t even begin to cover it,” she says, unable to stop the wave of relief that washes over her. Crystal is, frankly, the most oblivious person she’s ever met - and that might just work in her favour.

~

The next week, Crystal shows up to class with a spare notebook in one hand and a glittery gel pen in the other. She places them both on her desk and shoots Gigi a grin, tapping her fingertips along the book’s cover.

“Wanna go on a walk with me after class?” she asks brightly. “I have so many ideas.”

Gigi nods apprehensively, trying her hardest to hold back a cough. Her chest tightens, her ribs constricting painfully around her lungs. It’s another reminder that her case of hanahaki disease has worsened, but she would never say so aloud.

After class, she follows Crystal to a nearby park, ignoring the stash of bloodied petals that is slowly accumulating in her pocket. Crystal is as joyously effervescent as ever, leading the way to a park bench dappled with sunlight and shade. 

“I had a funny thought the other day,” she says as she takes a seat. “You should make your confession - and hear me out here” - a pause, for dramatic effect - “on a dance floor.”

Gigi bursts out laughing. “I can’t believe I didn’t see that one coming.”

Crystal grins, looking far too proud of herself. “Solid idea, isn’t it? I mean, you can’t go wrong with Madonna.”

“Yeah. It’s just a pity I’m not much of a dancer.”

“How about your crush? Oh, that reminds me, you never did tell me their name.”

Gigi balks. “It’s, um…” she hesitates, wondering whether it would be awkward if she actually gave out one of her classmates’ names. “It’s… Opal.”

She ends up settling for the closest thing she can think of to ‘Crystal’. Her heartbeat quickens as soon as the word leaves her mouth, and she glances sidewards, carefully gauging Crystal’s reaction.

“Ooh, Opal - that’s such a pretty name.” Eyes shining, Crystal writes it down at the top of a clean page. “You know, I always told myself, if I ever had a daughter - or maybe a cat, that’s another good way of continuing my bloodline - I’d name her Opal.”

Gigi’s chest constricts as she files that information away for later.

“So, this Opal,” Crystal continues, tapping her pen against the page, “do they dance?”

“I, er… I don’t know, actually,” Gigi admits honestly. “I’ve never asked.”

“Damn, you fashion students are all so boring,” Crystal replies, putting on an air of mock haughtiness. “I, on the other hand, am known as the dancing diva.”

Gigi gawks at her, the information completely taking her by surprise. Crystal is a fine arts student too, and certainly not the first person to come to Gigi’s mind when she thinks about dancing.

“Is that… true?”

Crystal flashes her most radiant grin. “Nope.”

Gigi just stares at her for a moment before exploding into laughter, affectionately pushing Crystal’s shoulder. Something about Crystal makes it so easy to be happy around her, to feel unadulterated joy with no restraints. It’s a feeling Gigi could get drunk on; her heart feels fit to burst, although whether that’s from happiness or hanahaki disease she can’t be sure.

It’s only when Gigi’s laughter dissolves into yet another coughing fit that the mood shifts. Crystal’s face darkens, her bright eyes clouding over with worry. Beside her, Gigi coughs into a hand, trying not to wince in pain. When she straightens, there is blood on her lips.

“Geege… I know it’s hard, but you seriously have to tell them at some point,” Crystal says gravely as she rubs gentle circles into Gigi’s back. “I’d hate to lose you over something as silly as a crush.”

Gigi swallows back thorns. Crystal’s words ring closer to home than she could possibly realise.

“I know, I just… I don’t want to lose Opal over this silly crush either.”

“You really think there’s no chance of them liking you back?”

Gigi shrugs, feeling defeated. “I don’t know, and that’s the problem. I like to be sure of things.”

“Hm.” Crystal chews on the tip of her pen for a long moment. “I see, I see… well then, I’m just going to have to think of ways for you to figure out how Opal feels!” She claps her hands together, a look of sheer determination coming over her face, and Gigi isn’t sure whether being scared or awestruck would be more appropriate.

~

Every subsequent Friday without fail, Crystal takes Gigi to the park and asks for updates on two things: Opal, and the progression of the hanahaki symptoms, which Gigi can’t deny are steadily getting worse. As the weeks go by, breathing becomes harder - a byproduct of the roots entwining themselves through her lungs - and the iron tang of blood lingers on her lips more often than not. The harder she tries to act blasé, the more Crystal’s expression darkens, her eyes a storm of concern. Every week, she conjures up different plans for Gigi to get closer to Opal so she’ll become comfortable enough to confess, and so far Gigi’s reports have been nothing short of disappointing.

“Have you told them yet?” Crystal asks seriously. It’s the last week of the semester, and their time is running out.

Gigi sucks in a deep, shaky breath. It’s now or never.

“Not yet, b-but I’m going to,” she mumbles, shrinking under the intensity of Crystal’s stare. She can’t meet her eyes as she says, “for real this time. I-It’s you. I like you.”

The next moment is so silent, so fragile, that Gigi doesn’t even dare to breathe. When she looks up, she finds a dazzling grin on Crystal’s face, and her heart leaps amidst a bouquet of blossoming flowers.

“Yeah yeah yeah, just like that!” Crystal says enthusiastically. “That was great!” 

Gigi stares blankly at her for a moment, her thoughts whirling in disbelief. Surely, Crystal cannot be serious–

But she is. Crystal is nothing if not genuine, and this is no exception. 

At this point, Gigi isn’t sure whether kissing her right then and there would even be obvious enough.

“N-No, I mean–” she stammers, flowers trembling in her chest. Crystal’s face has contorted with confusion, her brows scrunched in such an adorable way that Gigi almost loses her breath. “I mean, it’s you, Crystal.”

Crystal somehow manages to look even more lost. She points at herself, her eyes wide with incredulity. “Me? But– but what about Opal?”

“You are Opal.” Gigi’s hands are shaking now, so she balls them into fists in her skirt. “Or, well… I, um, made them up. B-based on you.” Her voice goes quiet, her eyes scanning Crystal’s face apprehensively.

Crystal is silent for a long moment, before she buries her face in her hands. Her shoulders shake, and for a second Gigi is scared she’s crying.

“Oh my god,” she mumbles, laughter seeping through her fingers. “I’m - holy shit. I’m such an idiot.”

Gigi manages a nervous smile, unsure what to say. Even if she knew, she doesn’t think she’d be able to get the words out: her throat is tight, her lungs aching as hundreds of roots loosen their grip on her.

“But, Geege.” Crystal looks up then, those beautiful autumnal eyes meeting Gigi’s. “How come you didn't say something sooner?”

“I, uh…” Gigi shrugs, but before she can put together a proper response, Crystal answers her own question.

“Oh, right. Even if you did, I never would have realised.” She laughs good-naturedly, taking out her notebook and flipping through all the pages of ideas and plans she wrote throughout the semester. “I mean, look at this. You were just describing me the entire time.”

“As vaguely as possible,” Gigi murmurs quietly. “But yeah.” 

At that, Crystal runs her finger down a list of glittering words, outlining all the wonderful things Gigi had said about ‘Opal’. The more she reads, the more a flush crawls up her cheeks, her smile wobbly with awe and disbelief.

“So… all the poetic things you said,” Crystal says slowly, “you really meant them? About me?”

“Well, yeah.” Gigi clears her throat, spitting up flowers - it will be a little while yet, before her lungs are fully freed of the disease. “Of course. You’re amazing, Crys.”

“I just… wow.” Crystal lets out a breath. When she glances up, her eyes are sparkling earnestly. “You remember what I said, way back when? About Opal being stupid not to like you?”

Gigi nods, her heart in her throat. She can hardly breathe as Crystal takes her hands, her touch as soft and warm as ever.

“I meant it,” Crystal says sincerely. “I like you too, Gigi. I really, really like you. All those lovely things… I’ll say them back to you, a hundred times over, if you let me.”

“Wow, um…” Gigi’s mind is whirling with elation and euphoria. “I’d– I’d love that. But…” there’s a question lingering on her lips, and she drops Crystal’s gaze as she asks it. “But what about Opal? W-Why were you so willing to help me if…”

The rest of the sentence remains unsaid, hovering in the ensuing silence. Crystal rubs her thumbs over her knuckles, comforting and gentle.

“I did it because I like you,” Crystal admits. “I wanted to see you happy, even if it wasn’t with me. And… well… also because anything was better than seeing you, you know, literally die.”

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair.” Gigi moves to pick up one of the many delicate flowers she’s coughed up. “It’ll be nice to finally be rid of these.” 

“‘Nice’ doesn’t even begin to cut it. You don’t even want to know, I was so scared you were just going to topple over, dead, in one of our classes. I am beyond glad it didn’t come to that.”

Gigi manages a smile. “I wouldn’t have let it,” she reassures her. “My plan was to wait for you to guess, or tell you at the last possible moment. Which–”

“–is today,” Crystal finishes for her, grimacing. “I still cannot believe how dense I am.”

Gigi laughs at her expression. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

“You dying isn’t funny–”

“I mean, I’m not dead–”

Crystal sighs, an affectionate smile blossoming across her face. “And thank goodness for that. Imagine if you’d croaked before I had a chance to do this…”

And then she’s leaning in, eyelids fluttering shut as she brings her hand up to Gigi’s cheek, pulling her close. Gigi’s heart soars when their lips touch, and this time, she knows it’s purely out of love for Crystal.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #crygi #hanahaki #college au #lesbian au #s12 #secret queen 2022 #aq fandom exchange #for gi #cheetah #tw blood #tw mentions of death #concrit welcome

[artificialashley]

for the prompts: general 34 + crygi? tysm

this is four months late, written at two am and not beta'd but i was listening to zolita and suddenly felt inspired so here goes

kinda hooked on you (and in the mood for an obsession) (crygi)

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list now.”

“Are you spying on me?”

Gigi was taken aback.

Realistically she shouldn’t have been, any normal person would ask the same thing in Crystal’s shoes (that day, a red pair of Mary Janes. Gigi had seen her wear them a few times before, rested on the seat next to her in homeroom whenever Nicky decided to sleep in and use the excuse of “still being in France's time zone”).

France was actually seven hours ahead of them but Gigi didn’t care.

Gigi might have taken the batteries out of every clock in the school if it meant she could turn around, pretending to be startled by the sound of Crystal’s clunky shoes on the seat, certainly not checking out what her eyeliner looked like that day as she did it, whether her hair was hanging loose or under one of those beanies instead, a strand of ginger pouring out the side like a rusty corkscrew.

Normally Gigi had a stopper, something she could slip into the top of her bottle the second the cork popped out, something to stop the wine from spilling all over, staining her skirt and splashing Crystal’s Mary Janes. She’d drink it all later at home when no one was around, just a few sips first (it didn’t really count as stalking if she never typed in Crystal’s name - instead it was happenchance; never any harm in clicking Jadia from her own profile, a picture of the two of them singing karaoke in Jan’s garage. Then from there, she’d get to Heidi, a mishap involving two of the same purple gowns leading to a rather funny picture of them pretending to fight at prom last year. And well once she got to Heidi then all she had to do was press one more picture and she’d somehow stumbled on Crystal. Complete happenchance).

But after the first few sips were when things got dangerous, a sip turns into a swig and a swig into the rest of the bottle and before she knew it Gigi was three years deep wondering why she hadn’t gone on the stupid school trip to Illinois or taken up fucking ceramics from the age of seven.

Oh shit.

Ceramics.

On the floor.

A little pink vase smashed into at least nine pieces thanks to Gigi and her bony elbows.

Or maybe her nosey eyes.

Nosey, not spying.

Certainly not spying.

“No.” She spoke plainly, deadpan. Her own way of flirting. “I’m just really into ceramics.”

“Well, it doesn’t really look like it.” Crystal made her way over, stopping shy of the pink shards to help pick them up. “You’re meant to throw it on the wheel before you’ve made it, not on the floor after, you know? That’s not what it means.”

Gigi didn’t know which type of flirting was worse; the suggestive and emotionless remark or the awkward and terrible joke.

She thought of a family trip to her Grandma’s when they were kids, Symone kept throwing her teddy out the window for one of the neighbour’s boys to catch, Gigi’s spindly-self running up and down the stairs like a headless chicken trying to get it back. So she’d done what any ten year old annoyed at their sister would have done in that situation, ran down to the boy and told him that Symone had a crush (girls still had cooties then, it was a big deal).

Of course, her Grandma was right that day, and she’d probably still get a huge telling off at age eighteen if she so much as suggested she ever wasn’t.

But Gigi knew there were always exceptions.

That sometimes two wrongs made just the right amount of right.

“I’m sorry, was it yours?” Gigi placed the pieces on the side, unsure whether to bin them or whether it was the sort of thing that could just be super-glued back together (yeah, she’s really, really into ceramics).

“It’s fine. I can just make a new one.” She pointed to the wheel. “You done it before?”

Gigi could see the corner of a tattoo poking from the v of her shirt, a sudden desire to trace her finger across it. One nod and her finger would push the fabric to one side, tracing the letters over and over again until she could feel Crystal’s chest rising and falling under her wrist.

She’d never done that before.

“I’d like to.” She nodded, already cringing at herself before even half a second had passed.

“Aha! The student becomes the master.” Crystal beamed, a big toothy grin Gigi had only caught glimpses of every now and again; on the bleachers of the football field when she took a bite of what Gigi assumed to be a Meatball Marinara (it was hard to tell the exact contents of a sandwich from that far away, especially when trying to do so usually resulted in a pom-pom to the head from Jan and some sort of speech about levels of pep. “Sorry, I just feel starved.” She’d had to say once)(It wasn’t a lie).

So Gigi made her way to the stool, letting Crystal do her thing.

Or at least to some extent, the girl could not explain a simple step-by-step if her life depend on it, her instructions a jumble of chronology and using concepts as foreign to Gigi as the feeling of Crystal’s stomach pressed on her back, her arms wrapped around her own so close she could feel the girls forty-seven bracelets jangling on her arms.

Foreign. Unfamiliar. New.

But not bad.

Certainly, not bad.

“This is crazy. I don't know how you dare call yourself the master.” Gigi let a chuckle slip out, a real one that almost turned into a snort (she’d have been embarrassed had Crystal not laughed too, her laugh loud and batshit. The song you found so bloody annoying that you couldn’t help but go home and ask Google to play at full volume on repeat until anyone else came back).

“Look I’m sorry this isn’t all one, two, three, four cheerleader stuff but you just gotta feel it, yano, be one with the clay.”

“One with the clay!?” Gigi turned around at the sheer absurdity, Crystal’s hands suddenly over the top of hers, holding the clay in place just in time to stop it from spilling over.

Gigi guessed wet clay would be a little harder to clean up than wine.

“Fuck. Sorry.”

Gigi didn’t move her head, still turned to face Crystal, watching as the other girl’s eyes darted between herself and the wheel.

She’d never realised someone so out-there could be so sensible.

It was fucking cute.

“It’s alright.” Crystal replied, her voice trailing off at the end, just in time for Gigi to move in and close the gap between their lips, her head spinning fast like the wheel, over and over again until they removed their hands to let it slow.

By the time Gigi felt wet clay on the small of her back she could almost see straight.

Her vision became clear as they pulled apart, her arms around Crystal’s neck, wrists crossed over behind her.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

That was another phrase her Grandma was obsessed with. Little Gigi never quite got that one, why would you put such high stakes on something like that? How would you know that you were right? Know enough that you’d risk dying for it.

Really, really know?

Gigi glanced at the table next to them, the misshapen blob in its centre. She didn’t even know what she’d call it? A short vase? A pot? An ashtray designed for those super long cigarettes everyone seemed to smoke in the 60s?

“Look at it. It’s perfect.” Crystal smiled, nodding her head to the thing.

So that’s what it was: It.

Gigi uncrossed her arms but it was okay.

She knew it was okay.

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list now.”

“The throwing?” Crystal’s eyes were wide, the corkscrew that usually framed them pushed aside by Gigi in all the commotion.

She was free to pour.

“Yeah. Need to try the other thing again before I can say it really counts, I think.”

“Oh, of course,” Crystal replied, imposing wisdom on Gigi that she’d fall back upon later in life, mixed in somewhere with the teddy bear and the crosses and whatever the hell it was Shakespeare said about gold and glitter. “Gotta try everything twice. That’s what I always say.”

#crygi fanfiction #crygi #fic #crygi fic #crystal x gigi #prompt #high school au #song fic #somebody i fucked once #prompts #no beta we die like ashley doing a law degree #lmk if yous think this could make ao3?? #my fic #sorry this is so late if you’re still around anon

[whosgabo]

Oh.My.God. Does she even know?

#locksreen #wallpaper #rupauls drag race #rupaulsbestfriendrace #rupaulshow #gigi goode #drag race #drag race season 12 #jaida essence hall #stan crystal #crygi fanfiction #crygi fic #crygimethoode #crystal methyd

[whatsseobb]

Behind Glass Doors (Crystal x Gigi Fanfic) - Special Chapter

                                  (The photo that started it all)

It’s the one year anniversary since B and I posted our very first fic together. And to celebrate our firstborn, here’s a special chapter for all the readers are out there. <3

[A/N: hello clowns! okay, saur, we missed bgd -and hope u did too- and it’s the anniversary of us putting it up on ao3 so we thought we could have a throwback to the good old clownery days. i hope u enjoyed this as much as we loved writing it! see you in another work hopefully<3 -bee it has been a year! so, happy one year to our first baby and first result of our clownery! tbh, this wasn’t a planned post as it only came up like 3 days ago and we’ve been very busy but hey, we were able to create this special chapter as a throwback for this fic hahahaha. Hope you loved it as much as we do. We missed bgd tbh. Hehehe. anyway, grateful to have you here again and see you on our next works. We had posted a few works alone but ofc we couldn’t help but have each other read it before posting here cuz we’re inseparable. Love ya! - y ♡]                                      Special Chapter AO3 Link

Synopsis:

Crystal exhaled a deep sigh as she walked her way to her boss’ office, trying to put a smile on her face to fill in for the lack of her boss’. The cold, lifeless exterior of Gigi, the CEO of the Goode Architecture, was waiting for the files she had requested earlier that morning. In just one look, it was obvious that she’s the cold-hearted boss that she was known for. Sure, the glass-walled office provided transparency but the dull exterior of Ms. Goode concealed all the things she had hidden behind the glass doors.

#rpdr fanfiction #crygi #crygi fanfiction #crystal x gigi #gigi x crystal #crystal methyd #gigi goode #lesbian au #wlw #alternate universe #smut #crygi smut #ceo gigi #assistant crystal #designer gigi #architect crystal