#this charm is on the blue heart bag rn shes my little friend :-)

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

lip synch your way into my heart pt. 2

(Part One Here)

@PrissCilla: Is this the guy that your Party City video was about?

The unfamiliar user has attached a picture to their message and Geralt’s eyes widen in happy surprise when he realizes that it is, in fact, Party City Guy. The picture of Party City Guy is a ridiculously adorable candid; he’s reclining in an oversized rainbow beanbag chair, a large textbook sitting on his lap and his lip nestled sweetly between his teeth. 

Geralt wants to know what it feels like to nip at that same soft skin. Gods he wants that so badly; ever since the brunette had turned around and flashed that blindingly sweet grin in the aisle of his workplace. The guy had clearly recognized him from the way he’d blushed and gone silent, somehow even cuter then than he had been when smiling a moment before. Geralt had barely paid attention to the brand of costume blood he’d grabbed from the shelf; he was too distracted by the blue-eyed beauty behind the checkout counter.

He replies to the photo-message quickly. Maybe too quickly.

@whitehairdontcare: Yeah. I didn’t catch his name, unfortunately. Are you roommates or something?

@PrissCilla: Yeah, he’s my roomie. I’ll give you his Tik Tok handle but only if you swear on your follower count that you’re actually interested in him as a person and not just as a way to pass the time. I don’t care if you’re internet famous, he’s my best friend and I don’t want to see him hurt.

@PrissCilla: Also he has a huge celebrity crush on you already so it’s barely fair.

@whitehairdontcare: I swear that I have nothing but honest intentions. I think I fell in like at first sight at his job the other day. My name is Geralt, btw.

@PrissCilla: Oh he’s gonna love that line if you ever use it. He’s a huge sap. 

@PrissCilla: Alright, I trust you Geralt. You can find him at @buttercup-bard. 

After that message she sends a gif of RuPaul saying “And DON’T fuck it up!” He smiles a bit at that. If this is what Party City’s friends are like then he must be the coolest person on the fucking planet. 

@whitehairdontcare: Why’d he pick that name?

@PrissCilla: Ask him, fam. Later.

Geralt’s eyes flicker back up to the picture. He saves it to his camera roll without hesitation; Party City just looks so sweet. He’s so focused and intent and- and Geralt wants to know what it would be like to have that kind of intensity focused on him. He wants to mirror it back. He’s never really been the type to hit on strangers but this guy has him all kinds of fucked up.

This guy is...different. Special. Perhaps, though Geralt has no real proof at this point, this guy might even be perfect. 

---

Two days later, on his way to class, Jaskier opens Tik Tok and starts to scroll his For You Page as usual. There are a few funny dances and a few skits that make him half-smile in amusement; it wastes the time between locations effectively. He’s nearly all the way to campus when he comes across the latest video that @whitehairdontcare has posted. He bites back a squeak when he reads the caption: “POV: You’re the cute cashier from Party City and your car breaks down after our first date.”

How did he know? How did he know that the car mechanic video was Jaskier’s favorite? Really, though, this couldn’t be about Jaskier. Not even possible. Inconceivable. No way.

Except.

Except that he also had a private message waiting for him. From @whitehairdontcare. 

Holy fucking shit. 

Jaskier’s eyes roll back into his head and he collapses off the seat of the bus, unconscious.

---

Forty-five minutes and one short walk later and Jaskier has a bag of ice pressed to the sizable goose-egg on his forehead. According to the two girls who’d sprinkled water on his face to wake him up (and then accompanied him to the campus Health and Safety building behind the library) he’d dropped his phone, crumpled to the floor “like a sad puppet” and slid forward when the bus driver hit the brakes, slamming his head into the support pole in the center of the aisle. 

There would be a definite bruise and probably a raised bump for at least a week and a half according to the nurse on call. 

It wasn’t until the taller girl handed his phone back to him that Jaskier realized he’d never even read Mr. White Hair’s private message before his embarrassing little accident. With one hand still holding the ice against his injury and the other trembling against his phone screen, the anxious young man unlocked the device and opened Tik Tok once again. He tapped on the private message and focused on each individual word:

@whitehairdontcare: Hey Party City Guy, my name is Geralt. 

There’s a selfie. The influencer is flashing the peace sign, his long white hair pulled back into a messy bun, one eye closed in a frozen wink. Jaskier’s fingers barely manage to type out a shocked reply.

@buttercup-bard: Hello, Geralt. I’m Jaskier. No offense but...why are you talking to me?

@whitehairdontcare: You seemed nice? You’re cute? I like your hair? Do you need more reason cause I have more reasons.

Jaskier is utterly floored. No only did the popular Tik Tokker reply immediately but he’d replied with those answers. The college senior takes a few deep breaths to steady himself before snapping a quick selfie, ice and all. At least his smile is still charming, he hopes.

@buttercup-bard: I’m probably not quite as cute as you remember rn. Oops.

@whitehairdontcare: What happened?? Are you okay?

@buttercup-bard: It’s embarrassing. Maybe another time.

@whitehairdontcare: Maybe you could tell me on our date? I promise I’m not creepy. You were just so nice the other day even tho you were nervous or whatever.

Jaskier knows that if he’s going to hyperventilate, this is probably the best place to do it. The nurse is still less than fifty feet away and should push come to shove she can probably revive his stupid ass. Instead, though, he focuses on every modern retelling of Cinderella he’s ever seen. 

Gods, he thinks, smiling absently down at his phone screen where Mr. Whit- where Geralt is grinning up at him with that wink and that peace sign. My version is going to be so much better.

@buttercup-bard: Yeah, alright. Maybe I’ll tell you about how your Tik Tok made me pass out on a public bus...on our date. 

#geraskier tik tok au #geraskier au #geraskier #geraskier ficlet #geraskier fic #geralt x jaskier #tik tokker geralt #influencer geralt #social media star geralt #party city employee jaskier #jaskier is living his best life #and geralt is too #chris flemings references to party city fuel this fic

[artificialqueens]

Stupid For You, Chapter 7 (Crygi, Jankie, Jaida x Nicky) - Metaluna

Fic summary: A cliche lesbian AU. It’s the summer before Gigi goes to college, and she decides it’s time to take a job at a local amusement park. There, she meets Crystal, a beautiful girl that she with bonds over the anxiety of the service industry. Almost immediately, Gigi gets it BAD for Crystal. Meanwhile, Jackie definitely ISN’T gay. She likes men. Only. Men. What happens when a beautiful girl named Jan comes into the picture? And lastly, Nicky flirts with anything with a pulse. Jaida falls for anyone who gives her attention. This is going to be one interesting summer

Chapter summary: If anyone knows how to party, it’s the staff of Paradise Isle. When Brita turns 21, she’s determined to have the biggest party Paradise Isle has ever seen.

A/N: Hi everyone! I officially outlined the rest of the fic so it’s going to be 10 chapters total, three more to go!!

By the time Gigi made it down the exit ramp, all she wanted to do was leave. She heard Jan behind her, but kept moving forward. Her heart beat was pounding in her ears and she began to feel warm tears form in her eyes.

“Gigi, wait!” Jan called.

Gigi didn’t listen and instead kept walking. Jan managed to chase her all the way into The Landing until Gigi stopped dead in her tracks, rested her face in her hands and started crying. Wordlessly, Jan went up to her and wrapped her in a gentle embrace. Once Gigi broke away, Jan led them to a bench, and stayed quiet. She knew Gigi was about to explode at any second.

And she was right.

“How could she do that? What the hell? If she didn’t want to see me, she could have just fucking said something! I have no idea what the hell I did to her and why she’s acting the way she is, but I guess fuck my feelings! Right? Just fuck them!” Gigi threw her hands up in frustration before crying into Jan’s shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Jan cooed rubbing Gigi’s hair. She knew Gigi’s mascara was staining her shirt, but it was something she could worry about later.

“How could she?” Gigi’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know, baby. There’s no way to know what’s running through her bizarre little head.”

Gigi wiped her eyes, trying to salvage what was left of her makeup. “I’m overreacting.”

“No, you aren’t. You need to feel whatever it is that you’re feeling. Your feelings are valid and you’re entitled to them,” Jan said firmly.

“I want to hate her.”

“Why?”

Gigi sighed. “I want to hate her, because that means I wouldn’t be in love with her anymore.”

“Wow,” Jan began. “I didn’t realize you were in that deep.”

“Jan, it’s bad.”

“Sounds like it.”

“If I could just hate her, I could be done and move on. I hate that when I see her pictures on Instagram with her shitty boyfriend, all I can do is think about how I wish it was me. I hate that she’s the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I go to bed. I just want to hate her.”

“Do you honestly believe do any good?” Jan questioned.

Gigi mulled it over and sighed. “No. What am I going to do?”

“I wish I knew what to tell you, Gigi, but I don’t. But, we can figure out what we’re doing tonight. Do you want to leave, or do you want to keep hanging out with everyone? After the look I gave her and what I said to her, I don’t think she’ll come anywhere near you anytime.”

Gigi looked stunned. “Jan what the hell did you tell her?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jan winked.

“I’m not going to let her ruin my night.” Gigi’s tone was determined. “Let’s go.”

–

Nicky and Jaida were awkwardly left behind in the queue. Since they were next, they ended up going on the roller coaster. Jaida had to admit, a roller coaster was a lot less fun when one of your friends was experiencing emotional trauma, even if you were in the front.

“Should we go find them?” Nicky asked as she grabbed her purse.

Jaida thought for a moment and said, “Honestly? I don’t want to make it worse. Gigi trusts Jan and I want Gigi to talk through all the emotional shit she’s feeling.”

“Good point.”

Jaida and Nicky made their way through The Backlands. Jaida knew that she had feelings for Nicky that Nicky didn’t share. Jaida also knew that every time they slept together, she felt herself falling a little harder. As much as Jaida didn’t want to break her own heart for her final summer at the park, she swore something felt different about Nicky.

As they walked, Jaida swung her hand forward making contact with Nicky’s to test her response.

“Sorry,” Nicky mumbled putting her hand closer to her side.

The response is not the one Jaida was looking for, which caused her to sigh.

Nicky slowed her pace. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Jaida forced a smile. “Just tired.”

“Gotcha.”

Jaida wondered how dense Nicky could be. Even though Jaida couldn’t be mad that Nicky didn’t return her feelings, it still frustrated her. While Jaida knew it was a horrible idea to keep going with their fling, she liked Nicky so much that she’d rather have her physically than not at all.

 Or did she?

This wasn’t healthy for her mental state. Jaida had enough on her plate already. Between writing essay after essay for law schools throughout the country as well as working six days a week, Jaida was nearing her limit. As much as she tried to tell herself that her fling with Nicky helped her decompress, she knew that wasn’t the case. It made everything much, much worse. Before she could think on it further, she was interrupted by her phone vibrating with a text from Jan.

so I honestly cant tell if gigi’s more hurt or pissed at crystal and honestly it really doesnt matter but she did say she wants to keep the night to keep going so I say let’s do it! we’re at the landing rn, where are you??

Quickly, Jaida reiterated to Nicky the situation, and texted back, Okay, good! We’ll meet you there.

The rest of the night was filled with memorable selfies, laughs that were mostly at the extent of Jan’s inability to ride roller coasters, and by the end of the night, Gigi felt great, and was determined to not let one person ruin what was already an incredible summer.  

Following National Roller Coaster Day, Jaida, Nicky, Jan, and Gigi bonded even further, and became inseparable. Through hanging out with Jan, Gigi also developed a very close bond with Jackie. Gigi never had a group of friends before, and was thankful she had such an amazing group of friends.

Gigi formed such a close bond with her friends that she all but forgot about Crystal. At times, they ran into each other in the break room, and every time, they didn’t so much as look at each other. While the environment was tense, there was never any negativity. No one was outwardly mean to each other. In fact, everyone but Gigi maintained being friendly with Crystal. Gigi couldn’t allow this to upset her, since they were all adults and could choose their friends. At times though, it did feel like a punch in the gut when Gigi was on her breaks and saw Jan stop to talk to Crystal.

One day, Gigi sat in the breakroom. As she at her lunch, Brita sat across from her.

“Hey, Brita,” Gigi greeted.

“As you know, my birthday is drawing near.”

All Brita talked about was how she was going to turn twenty one in a couple of weeks. Everyone knew it was Brita’s birthday, including people who didn’t even know Brita.

“So I’ve heard!”

“My parents are actually going to be out of town. So, I’m going to have a party. Not just any party. No, this party is going to be so big and so memorable that they’ll be talking about this like five summers from now.”

Gigi raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Brita nodded. “I’m inviting literally everyone I know who works here…”

Gigi caught on to what Brita was saying. Even the people who weren’t well versed in what happened between Gigi and Crystal knew something was wrong. “That’s fine, Brita. I’m not going to let my relationship, or lack thereof, with someone ruin your birthday.”

“Good. It’s this Wednesday, starting at 10. That way everyone has time to get ready after work. Thank god for shortened park hours.”

The scheduling gods smiled upon Jaida, Nicky, Gigi, and Jackie. Somehow they all ended up with the same days off, one of which being Friday. It helped that Jaida always sweet talked the scheduler, and the scheduler knew who her friends were. Jaida wasn’t about using her feminine charm to get what she wanted.

The girls all agreed to get ready at Gigi’s, because she had the largest space. Getting ready with others was much more fun for Gigi than getting ready alone. Although, she had to admit it was a different feeling when she and Crystal got ready together for Heidi’s party. She forced that thought out of her head as she put on an 80’s playlist. Deciding what to wear to a party was Gigi’s favorite part of getting ready. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted this party to be the exact opposite as the previous party. Because of this, Gigi opted to wear a tight orange halter top with an blue high-waisted shorts, which was the exact opposite of her black and white outfit.

“You look like your room,” Jan teased eyeing Gigi’s room decor. 

Gigi rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault that my two favorite colors look amazing on me.”

“Fair,” Jaida mused as she rummaged through her bag. “Shit. I forgot my eyelash glue.”

Nicky, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground blending out a smoky eye tossed hers to Jaida. “Here.”

“Thank you,” Jaida smiled sweetly expertly applying an eyelash.

Jackie looked on incredulously. “I have no idea how you do it.”

“Lots and lots of practice,” Jaida said as she batted her eyelashes in Jackie’s direction.

“Do you ever wear more than mascara and eyeliner in your waterline?” Nicky questioned, admiring her appearance in a hand mirror.

Jackie shook her head. “I just… don’t know how to do anything else. One time I tried to do wings and it looked like a drunk toddler did them. No wait, a drunk toddler would have done better.“

Jan’s face brightened. “Can I please do your makeup? Please?”

After hesitating, Jackie said, “What the hell. Why not?”

Jan squealed as she made her way over to Jackie, who was sitting in the chair at Gigi’s desk. Watching Jan do Jackie’s makeup made Gigi feel a pang of jealousy. All through high school, she’d never had the desire to date. Of course, she definitely didn’t want a boyfriend. But, she never thought about having a girlfriend either, and only knew that she liked girls. She also never had a friend group like the one she had now. She also never thought she’d have a group of friends she could trust as much as she trusted the friends she made. For once in her life, Gigi felt safe enough to come out. Other than her family, Jan was the only person who knew, and the only reason she’d told Jan in the first place was because she was about to have a mental breakdown. But, it was time. Gigi paused the playlist.

“Everything okay, Gigi?” Nicky questioned.

Gigi took a breath. “Yes, but there’s something I have to tell all of you.”

Jan locked eyes with Gigi, already knowing what she was going to say.

“What is it?” Jaida asked setting down her brush.

“I like girls.”

Jaida ran to Gigi to give her a hug. “We love you.”

Jan laughed. “Welcome to the club.”

As Gigi unpaused the music, she breathed a sigh of relief as she topped her nude lip with gloss.

“All done!” Jan announced as she brushed powder off of Jackie’s face.

Once Gigi saw Jackie, she exclaimed, “Oh, wow.”

Jackie was already an extremely beautiful girl, but Jan’s handiwork enhanced her features. Because she knew that Jackie wasn’t one for the extravagant, Jan stuck with neutrals that gave Jackie the most effortless no-makeup-makeup look. Gigi knew that Jan was a talented makeup artist, but the makeup she did on Jackie proved it, because it was the exact opposite of Jan’s colorful halo eye she did on herself.

“Holy shit! I look good.”

Jan rolled her eyes. “You always look good, baby.”

“Thank you,” Jackie said as she kissed Jan on the cheek.

“We must commemorate this momentous occasion,” Jaida said dramatically as she signaled everyone to come in for a group photo.

“You have to take it,” Nicky said. “You have the longest arms.”

Jaida rolled her eyes. “Always.”

Once there were a few photos they were all satisfied with Gigi looked at her phone. “If we need to make a liquor run, we should probably leave now.”

Everyone piled in to Gigi’s Jeep, the group was enthusiastically discussing the night ahead. On the way to the liquor store, Jaida, who was already twenty one, made a list of what she had to purchase.

“Y’all are gonna make me look like I have a drinking problem. You best be Venmo-ing me interest,” she teased.

“We don’t have interest in France, I don’t know what that is,” Nicky joked.

Jaida playfully hit her. “You’ve lived here for over ten years.”

 Nicky shushed her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Jesus Christ, just kiss already,” Gigi teased as she pulled into the liquor store’s parking lot.

Once Jaida was inside the store, Jan spoke up. “What’s actually going on between you two?”

Nicky shrugged. “Just something for us to blow off some steam.”

Jackie hesitated. “Nicky, you realize that Jaida’s never had a girlfriend before.”

“Yeah, and?”

“She also falls really hard really quickly.”

Nicky exhaled. “She never told me that. She told me that she was good keeping it casual. She tried to bring it up a while ago, but I just thought… I feel terrible.”

“It’s not your fault, honey,” Jan said.

Before Nicky could respond, Jaida returned to the car.

“That was fast,” Gigi said.

“I’ve been to that store so many times, I know where everything is.”

Gigi had heard from other people that Brita had a large house, but she didn’t expect it to be quite so big. The driveway which was lined with cars spanned the length of most people’s front yards. The house looked to be three stories and was a modern build, which was a contrast to the other ranch-style houses in the area. The music could be heard from outside of the house, and Gigi mused about how Brita was lucky that she had no neighbors.

“Damn,” Gigi said as she shut her car door.

“Yeah,” Jaida began. “Brita’s parents are fucking loaded.”

“Clearly,” Jan said.

The inside of the house was just as grandiose as the outside. Gigi thought that it looked like the sample rooms inside of furniture stores. She didn’t realize that people’s houses actually could look like that. The living room was decorated with fairy lights and streamers, and in the corner were two gold balloons that said 21. The party was already abuzz, the entirety of the first floor was full of people, most of which Gigi didn’t recognize, and was almost certain Brita probably didn’t either.

Brita greeted them at the door, pulling them into a hug. Gigi could already smell the alcohol. “Hi, babes!”

“Happy birthday, bitch!” Jaida exclaimed handing Brita a fifth of Everclear.

Brita’s laugh was loud enough that it could be heard over the music. “You rotted bitch.”

“On our first season together, Brita drank way too much Everclear and got super hungover, and had to call out the next day,” Jaida explained. “You best be getting that drunk again tonight. If I see you at work tomorrow, I’m going to be pissed.“

“I have tomorrow off,” Brita said smugly.

“You’re going to need it,” Jan teased.

“Thanks! So over there we have a photobooth, beer pong in the dining room, the pool’s available if you want, too. Oh, and if you need a place to get down and dirty,” she looked at Nicky and Jaida. “Just don’t use my bedroom.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jaida said, rolling her eyes.

As everyone was about to explore, Brita screeched, “Wait!”

“What?” Gigi asked.

“Let’s do a shot of this.” Brita raised the bottle of Everclear.

“Oh dear, God,” Jackie said making gagging noises.

“It’s my birthday, bitches!”

Since nobody could argue with that, they went in to the kitchen. In the attached dining room, an intense game of beer pong was going down with Widow and Heidi against Crystal and some boy Gigi vaguely recognized as being one of the team leads in games. Trying to stay casual, Gigi waved to Heidi and Widow who smiled in return. Thankfully, Crystal’s back was turned to Gigi, and by the time she turned, Gigi had her back turned to take the shot.

“I’m already too drunk to pour the shots,” Brita slurred.

Jaida rolled her eyes as she took the bottle and expertly poured shots.

“To Brita!” Gigi said raising her glass.

“To Brita!” Everyone repeated as they toasted, set the shot on the table, and took the shot.

Gigi thought she was good at taking shots. But, Gigi had also never had Everclear. Convinced that its reputation preceded it, she didn’t properly prepare herself. She thought she was just taking a shot of cheap vodka, not a shot of rubbing alcohol.

“Merde!” Nicky exclaimed.

Jackie set her glass down as she winced. “That was so bad, Nicky forgot how to speak English!”

Because she couldn’t get the taste of shitty vodka out of her mouth, the only thing Gigi could do was to drink something else. The Whiteclaw Jaida bought for her tasted like juice in comparison, so much so that Gigi drank it a lot faster than she should have.

As Gigi felt the alcohol hit, Jan said, “Let’s go take pictures.”

Most of the time, Gigi found photobooths to be tacky. They were a staple of boring weddings and basic-ass graduation parties. But, because she already had a nice buzz going, she gladly posed with oversized sunglasses. 

Everyone sat on a red leather couch as they began drinking. Jan and Jackie shared a bottle of rum that they chased with Diet Coke. Jaida was chasing her Jack with ginger ale. Nicky, on the other hand, was shooting whiskey like there was no tomorrow. Gigi felt lame that everyone else wad drinking liquor but her, but she didn’t care. She wanted to enjoy what she was drinking.

When a Madonna song began playing, the girls screeched and made their way to the dancefloor. Gigi had decent rhythm, but tonight, as far as she was concerned, she was killing it. As she dropped low, she almost fell, but kept her balance as she made her way back up. While she watched Jackie and Jan dancing closely and watched Nicky grind against Jaida, Gigi couldn’t help but feel like a fifth wheel. She remedied the situation by cracking open another Whiteclaw. 

“I need a break,” Nicky announced when the song ended.

Jan whispered something in Jackie’s ear before saying, “We’ll be back!”

“May I have this dance, Ms. Hall?” Gigi asked holding her hand out.

“Oh, bitch, you know it.”

After a few songs, Gigi announced, “I’ll be back!”

It was the time of the night that Gigi needed to break her seal. Unfortunately for her, there was a line for the bathroom. She dramatically jumped up and down until she made it to the bathroom. Once she finished, she was greeted by a sobbing Jaida.

“Jaida, what the fuck is wrong?” Gigi asked leading her into a bedroom upstairs.

“Nicky,” Jaida managed.

“What about Nicky?”

“I went to go find her to see if she wanted to dance or something, but then… I saw her… and I saw Brita. On the couch… making out.”

It was very clear that Jaida had too much to drink. For a while, Gigi was convinced that this year would break the streak of Jaida getting her heart broken. Even though Gigi wanted to give Jaida some tough love and tell her she and Nicky weren’t exclusive, she knew it wasn’t the time for that. Instead, she wrapped her in a hug.

“Hey,” Gigi said stroking Jaida’s hair. “It’s okay.”

“I knew that she didn’t want a relationship. Why does this hurt so much?”

“Because you like her, clearly a lot.”

“Why does this always happen?” Jaida wailed.

Gigi knew she wasn’t good at comforting people, but decided to try her best. “I don’t know. But Jaida, your makeup is far too pretty to cry it all off.”

Hoping that Jaida would find her comment funny, Gigi tried to laugh. This only made Jaida cry harder. Fuck. Gigi knew she wasn’t any good at any of this, but she knew who was. She needed to find Jan before Jaida lost her mind.

“I’ll be back,” Gigi said leaving a sobbing Jaida in the bedroom.

Gigi searched the entire first floor for Jan with no luck. Eventually, she ran into Jackie. 

“Gigi, what the hell is happening? Jaida’s apparently crying, Nicky left… What’s going on?” Jackie demanded.

“I guess Jaida found Brita and Nicky making out.”

Jackie groaned. “Of course Because why would she be able to make it a summer without getting her pretty little heart broken?”

When Jackie and Jan made their way back in the bedroom, Jaida was right where Gigi left her.

“Do you know where Jan is?” Gigi questioned as Jackie was hugging a very distraught Jaida.

“I think she’s outside.”

“If anyone knows how to handle this, it’s her,” Gigi said as she walked downstairs.  

Gigi realized just how drunk she was as she stumbled around trying to find Jan. Eventually, she found her comforting some random drunk girl. To Gigi’s horror, the random drunk girl ended up being Crystal. 

“Uh, I need you,” Gigi said awkwardly walking to Jan. 

Jan looked at Gigi and mouthed, “Help me,” as she broke away from Crystal. “What’s up, gorg?”

Crystal awkwardly stood next to Jan, swaying back and forth. Gigi couldn’t help but wonder how much Crystal had to drink.

“It’s Jaida.”

“Oh my God, I haven’t seen Jaida in ages,” Crystal slurred.

Jan shushed Crystal. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She found Nicky making out with Brita,” Gigi explained.

Jan groaned. “This is bad.”

“That’s really not good. Are they fighting?” Crystal tried as hard as possible to not slur her speech. “Fighting is bad.”

Rolling her eyes, Jan said, “Yes, honey. Fighting is bad. Really bad.“

Crystal stumbled toward Gigi. “Gigi, I’m really sorry we’re fighting.”

Gigi ignored her. “Jan, can you do that thing where you comfort people when they’re crying?”

“I can try,” Jan said.

“Gigi! Stop ignoring me. We’re fighting! And I don’t want us to!” Crystal pouted.

“Crystal, we can discuss this when you’re sober,” Gigi said firmly.

“I’m sober enough!” Crystal said jumping up and down. She then stopped and put one hand over her mouth and one on her stomach.

“Crystal. No!” Gigi screeched.

It was too late. Crystal lost all the alcohol she’d consumed. Jan reacted quickly enough to take a step back, but Gigi wasn’t that lucky. Gigi screamed as her favorite boots became covered in vomit.

"What the fuck?!” Gigi screamed. 

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jackie cox #jan sport #jaida essence hall #nicky doll #crygi #jankie #jaida x nicky #lesbian au #slow burn #stupid for you #metaluna #submission #s12

[holdmecloseandfast]

So I wrote another thing...

“We’re up all night ’til the sun

We’re up all night to get some

We’re up all night for good fun

We’re up all night to get Bucky!”

Darcy, who had hit her limit of uninterrupted sciencing, cackled at her own ingenious rewording of the song that was blasting into her ears from the little buds tucked there. She did a quick twirl on the spot, narrowly missing catching the edge of one of Jane’s giant astrophysics doohickeys with one of her luscious hips.

She swung both hips side to side, dancing her way across the lab to scoop up Jane’s subsonic frequency detector, belting her heart out into the makeshift mic.

She did a couple more spins, thrusting her hips and limbs every which way, and throwing in a few solid shimmies in alignment with her naturally breasty aesthetic.

Catching movement in the corner of her eye, she backed it up to booty bump her science gal pal. Her recent penchant for force-feeding the scientist must really be working, based on the way Jane's body was feeling a lot less bony than she was expecting. Score one for the intern. Science starvation averted. Rolling her body and ass cheeks triumphantly against the other woman, eyes tightly closed, she began belting out the song as it reached the chorus again.

“He's got the charm and that arm I could lick

When I see that star it just makes me go slick”

Damn, she was making these lyrics up on the fly. Move over Weird Al, there's a new parody lyricist in town. She briefly wondered when Jane would reciprocate her booty bumps...or alternately pinch her butt mercilessly to get her to stop being a distraction from the all-important SCIENCE. Both scenarios were possible. This was not the first time Darcy had assaulted her boss/friend with her stellar butt cheeks and sick dance moves. And it wouldn't be the last time, either.

“We’re up all night ‘till the sun

We’re up all night to get some

We’re up all night for good fun

We’re up all night to get Bucky”

Darcy bent at the waist, thrusting her ass onto Jane with a particularly insistent wiggle, trying to force a reaction from the woman, but was cut off mid-wiggle when her headphones were violently jerked from her ears.

“Hey,” Darcy exclaimed, irritation at having her fun cut short clear in her voice. Her eyes popped open, face falling into an instant scowl to confront the no good dirty rotten headphone abuser, only to be greeted by Jane’s brown eyes staring back at her in terror.

Wait a gosh darn minute….if Jane was in front of her….who the hell was she still rubbing her ass all over?!

She gave a final slow, experimental roll of her hips, hoping that she'd feel that whatever she was rubbing up on was inanimate. A robot or a piece of furniture or hell even one of Jane's precious science doohickeys.

The warmth and gentle give of muscle and bone beneath her butt was a clear enough indication that she had struck out in the inanimate object department. Oh God, please let it not be Tony, he would never let her live it down. Please, please, please, please.

Darcy straightened, gathering her courage and the remains of her shattered dignity, and turned to face the poor person that she'd crudely assaulted.

She was met by beautiful blue-grey eyes. Well, actually, she was met with a beautiful expanse of muscular male chest shoved into a blissfully too-tight t-shirt. But when she moved her eyes up to the face that was situated above the chest, she was met by beautiful blue-grey eyes. Eyes that belonged to Bucky Barnes.

Bucky Fucking Barnes.

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The man who she had been drooling over for months and months and had been singing explicitly about wHILE SHE RUBBED HER GODDAMN ASS ALL OVER HIM HOLY BANANA BREAD! Damn her wayward ass, damn it to hell! She couldn't fault her butt for its impeccable taste, but really?

While she turned an alarming shade of red and made strange gurgling noises in the back of her throat, Barnes’ eyes wavered over her face, looking startled and standing rigidly in place. Then something shifted behind his eyes, curling out to loosen his posture and pull a dark smirk from his wide, sinful lips.

His eyes shifted slowly down her body and then back up, causing the gurgling in her throat to cut off completely in favor of a high pitched meep of surprise.

He flicked his tongue out over his bottom lip, pulling it in over his teeth and pinning her to the spot with the wicked gleam in his eyes.

He cleared his throat, one corner of his mouth ticking up in amusement. “Well, sweetheart you said you wanted to get me, and here I am.” He took a step back spreading his arms wide and presenting himself to her before crossing his arms over his chest.

He stepped back to her, leaning close to speak lowly into her ear. “Now what are you gonna do with me?” He straightened, eyebrow quirking smugly.

Darcy dropped her science thingy mic, not even noticing Jane’s gasp of horror as it clattered to the floor. She tried to dig into the portion of her brain that controlled speech, looking for that bit of grey matter that always had her equipped with a witty comeback. It seemed she was coming up snake eyes today. She just stared at Barnes, mouth opening and closing around the gurgling noises that had made a return.

Bucky Barnes broke her brain. The fiend.

Bucky seemed to take pity on her brain injury situation, a sincere smile taking the place of the cocky one he'd been wearing. “Tell you what, sweetheart, I've gotta go meet Clint for a little target practice right now, but I'll be making dinner in my apartment for me and Steve around 8. I’d love for you to join us.”

His smile turned a bit lascivious at the edges again as he leaned in close to her, uncrossing his arms to place his metal hand low at her hip and tucking her hair behind her ear with the other.

“And if you’re really looking to be ‘up all night for good fun’ I'm pretty sure I can get Steve to make himself scarce until after breakfast tomorrow.”

Bucky tapped the tip of Darcy's nose with his flesh hand, tossing her a wink and a panty-incinerating smirk before turning and slinking his way out of the lab.

Darcy was able to break through the mental shutdown in time for her to call out to him before he could disappear around the door to the lab. “Wait! You don't….you don't even know my name?”

Bucky slowed his walk to look over his shoulder at her. “Don't I? I'll see you tonight, Darcy Lewis. Do me a favor and wear that pretty blue thing you wore last Wednesday.” And with that he strolled out of the lab, leaving Darcy gaping at the empty spot he'd just stood in.

“What the frickety frack just happened?” she mumbled to herself. Her brain ran through the last ten minutes, familiarizing her with every awful (incredible?) second that she'd been too mortified to pick up on until now.

She turned sharply to Jane, who was fussing over the subsonic frequency thingy-thing that she'd carelessly dropped earlier. “Jane, what do I do?!”

Jane glanced up, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “One: you should shower. Two: it's been what, four months since your last relationship? You should definitely tidy up your lady bits...and your eyebrows.” Darcy reached a hand up to run over her admittedly unkempt eyebrows. “And go get lucky,” Jane continued with a waggle of her eyebrows.

Darcy glanced down at her crotch. Yeah, her lady garden was most definitely edging into lady jungle territory. “Ugh, the prep work might take a while. It's actually been closer to eight months since my last relationship. Which I guess is four in science!brain time, so good try Janie.”

Jane wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, go ahead and take off the rest of the day.”

“Really?” Darcy asked incredulously. She wasn't expecting to be done with Jane until, well, probably until the wee hours of the morning. Astrophysics never sleeps, or some shit like that.

“Yes really. You forget that I am married to a superpowered individual. I am not going to deny my best friend the opportunity to experience her own preferred brand of superhero dick. It would be a slap in the face to female friendships everywhere.”

“Oh, Thor bless you, sweet angel woman. May your pop-tarts never grow stale and your breasts always remain perky.” Darcy threw her arms around the other woman, kissing her noisily on the cheek and almost making Jane drop the detector again.

Jane waved her off before Darcy could damage any more of her equipment. “Yeah, thanks, now get out of here.”

Darcy didn't need to be told twice. She snatched her bag and her beanie from her desk before practically skipping to the entrance of the lab.

Jane called out to her one last time before she could make her escape, a look of mild discomfort pinching her features. “Uh, Darce, before you go, a word of advice: do some yoga this afternoon and, um, make sure you bring some ibuprofen with you.” Jane pinched her lips closed, a light blush spreading over her cheeks.

Darcy stared at her friend wide-eyed for a few seconds before a manic grin stretched slowly over her face.

Oh, hell yes!

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