#goodecox

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a little goodecox moment :)

(this isn’t for a fic or anything i just thought it would be cute)

“Jackie, darling, could you grab me a coat?” Gigi lazily waves towards the closet, her eyes still half-shut as she slowly wakes up from her nap.

Jackie hums as she nods, walking to the closet and grabbing the coat of hers that she thought Gigi would most likely pair with her outfit. It was still something that made her feel warm, even with the forewarning earlier today that Gigi would like to wear one of her coats later, please, since it decided to be cold as hell today—

Wait.

“Darling?” she asks, stuck between the desire to look at Gigi to gauge her reaction and the desire to look at literally anything else.

She must look like a mess, but it was justified. Gigi called her darling.

A glance she doesn’t remember deciding to take shows her that Gigi’s eyes are open, and wide, as if she wanted to take it all back. But she can’t, because she said it and Jackie heard it and it’s been a little too long to be able to claim it as a joke.

“Um, sorry, it slipped out. I won’t—“

“No! It’s good. It's... cool. I like it.” Jackie cuts her off, finally getting the courage to actually look at her. She’s still sprawled on Jackie’s couch, but it isn’t with the same ease and familiarity that it’s been since Crystal introduced them. She looks like she’s frozen in place, but Jackie’s words melt some of the tension off her shoulders.

“Oh. Okay. Cool.” Gigi lets out a breath after she says it, and Jackie knows how she feels. They’re too old to be doing this awkward, tentative flirting, but it’s different when it’s Gigi. Something about Gigi seems to revert her back to her awkward, teenage self—crushing hard but too nervous to do anything about it.

She was just too pretty and funny and sweet. It turns her brain off to an embarrassing degree—she has a doctorate, for fuck's sake, and she can't flirt with one pretty girl. But it's different, of course, because it's Gigi.

Jackie clears some of the distance between them, holding out the coat. “Here. I have others I can use, but this one matches.”

"Thanks." Gigi isn't looking at her as she sits up and takes a sip from the cup of water Jackie had brought her before her nap, her face glowing a brilliant red. It's probably mirrored by the blush she knows she's wearing, but Gigi's reluctance to make eye contact helps her feel a little bolder.

"Anytime, honey."

Gigi chokes on her water, finally looking up at Jackie. Jackie just smiles, exhilarated by the pet names and the butterflies in her stomach and Gigi. Gigi's wide eyes melt to be softer as she returns the smile. "We should go, huh?"

"Probably," Jackie agrees, wishing more than anything that they could stay in this private bubble for just a little longer. "They'll wonder where we are if we're late."

"That's your fault, Miss I-can't-help-it-if-I'm-always-early." Gigi stands up, entering Jackie's space closer than friends, but further than lovers. She can't bring herself to take the step forward that would let her embrace her, so she allows Gigi to lovingly swat her arm as she passes her to put on her shoes. "You had your shoes on before you even woke me up, and nobody would bat an eye if I showed up in an hour."

"But you're with me, so we need to be on time!" Jackie shoots back, shaking her head at Gigi's antics. She can feel the fond smile on her face, but she doesn't think Gigi will blame her for it. She doesn't think she could even hide it if she wanted to.

"But I'm with you," Gigi nods with a slightly out of place air of finality. Did she mean it like— "so let's go, Jacks. Places to be, people to see!"

Gigi will be the death of her one day, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She steps through the door Gigi's holding open for her, and they set out to meet their friends together, but not yet together.

Not yet. But maybe not ever.

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Running Home to your Sweet Nothings

Surprise @aqpippin :)))) it was me the whole time :)))))

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Jackie always got to the airport early. Ever since she was a child, she had begged and pleaded for her parents to drive to the airport hours before they needed to board. Some people called it overkill; Jackie thought it was just common sense.

Jackie was extra, extra early this time. She was on the train to JFK within an hour of Gigi taking off from LAX. It made sense, in her mind. With the snowy weather hitting New York, she had no idea how long the trains might be delayed. But even with the ice and snow, Jackie found herself at the airport four hours before Gigi was meant to land. Not that four hours felt like enough time — not with the ring burning a hole in her pocket.

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8 + Jackie/Gigi for the sawft prompts please,Queen of Sawft 😌

I think the people want 8 x goodecox ?

8. “I- nothing… it’s just… you’re so pretty.” x goodecox

“I’m gonna have a nap.”

It was nonchalant, something that didn’t even really need acknowledging - it was more a mere fact that Gigi had thrown into the universe on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

“Don’t let me get in your way,” Jackie hums, not looking up from her laptop, “see you in an hour.” It was Gigi’s routine - afternoon naps on a cold, lazy Sunday. Grizzly weather had always lulled her into a state of weariness, while Jackie found herself to be her most productive during hours of soft rainfall.

“Come cuddle? You haven’t stopped since breakfast.” For the first time in hours, Jackie tore her eyes away from the bright light of her computer screen. She nods wordlessly, closing the laptop and pushing herself up from the couch amongst soft cushions and her favourite blanket. Gigi’s arm is outstretched, hand held out and ready for Jackie to intertwine their fingers and accompany her to their bedroom.

They move in a way that is indicative of their entire relationship - comfortable silence, easy flow, soft touches. Jackie sits with her back against the headboard, soft upholstery moulding around her. It’s not long after she decides she’s comfortable that Gigi’s head migrates to her lap. She’s laying across the width of the bed, facing away from Jackie and under her favourite fluffy blanket. Ginger hair is sprawled across Jackie’s lap, and although she’s no longer as comfortable, there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

“You good?” Jackie asks, watching Gigi shuffle around until she’s found her sweet spot, “you’re so needy today.” There’s a small huff from Gigi, who reaches around and grabs Jackie’s hand and places it on her head. Jackie laughs, waiting for further instruction despite knowing exactly what Gigi’s playing at. It isn’t long before Gigi turns her head to look back at Jackie,

“Are you gonna play with my hair or.. what?” Jackie is looking down at Gigi, soft smile on her lips, “Jackie, what?”

“I - nothing. It’s just, you’re so pretty.” Jackie mumbles, leaning forward to press a kiss onto Gigi’s forehead.

“You’re a fucking sook,” Gigi grunts, turning back over, “love you.”

It’s when Jackie starts braiding her hair that Gigi knows she loves her too.

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69 with Goodecox please 👀

i havent seen it called that since 2020, kinda made me nostalgic lol

69. “Aren’t you a little old to be playing hard to get?”

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“Come on,” Gigi huffed, perching herself on the information desk in the college library, “are you gonna keep this up for the rest of the semester?”

Jackie looked up from her computer, making sure to focus on the student’s face and not how sitting on the desk made her mini skirt hike up even further. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gigi,” she flatly replied. 

That earned an exaggerated eye roll in response. “Aren’t you a little old to be playing hard to get?”

“I beg your pardon?” 

Gigi huffed and pouted, not unlike a spoiled child. “As if you aren’t aware that I’ve been coming onto you for like, a week now. It’s not like you’re a teacher, you’re not gonna get in trouble for fucking a student or whatever.”

Jackie pushed her glasses up to her forehead as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m not a teacher,” she confirmed, “but I am employed by the university. I don’t think pursuing any sort of relationship with you is appropriate. Besides, I’ve only been working here for a few years, it’s not like I have a lot of leverage.” 

“Are you always this boring?”

“Do you normally insult the people you’re trying to sleep with?” she asked with a quirked brow. 

She shrugged. “I’ve never had to work this hard,” she replied, adding, “though admittedly, it’s kind of a turn on.” 

Jackie responded positively for the first time, with a soft laugh. “You know you’re not the first student to hit on me, right?” she asked. Before Gigi could answer, she followed it up with, “but you are the only one I would ever consider it with.” 

Gigi cracked a smile, but tried not to make it obvious. “So, what, you’re just making me jump through hoops to save face?” 

“You said it yourself, you never had to work for it before. Maybe I’m just giving you some life experience,” she smirked. “But I do need to give you credit. How about over the weekend we grab coffee or something? Then maybe I’ll give you a different kind of life experience,” she offered with a wink. 

“Finally,” she chuckled. “Saturday, meet me here at noon. We’ll do lunch and see where things go.”

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WIP WEDNESDAY

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When is it Jackie/Gigi appreciation hours?

it's always goodecox hours in my house it's an entry requirement 🫶🏼

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36, goodcox au 🫡

36. “Aw, you’re cold. Come here, baby. Let me warm you up.” x goodecox

“It’s the middle of winter and we’re having a blackout? It’s 2023 and I’m lighting a candle like a Victorian child.” One of the first things that Jackie learned about Gigi is that she hates being cold. Despises it. Will whine until she is warm enough. Even after years of it, Jackie still finds it endearing. 

“I think if you whine enough you might generate enough heat to save yourself from frostbite.” Jackie mumbles, grabbing extra blankets and spare heat packs from the linen closet.

“You’re such a bitch,” Gigi’s voice is muffled by the extra jumper she’s pulling over her head, “I’m cold, you’re supposed to coddle me and offer to warm me up like a good girlfriend.” Gigi can just about hear Jackie’s eyes rolling at the mention of being coddled.

“Aw, you’re cold. Come here, baby. Let me warm you up,” It’s Jackie’s baby voice, the one she saves purely for when Gigi is acting like a brat, “let me swaddle you in blankets and give you all my sweaters and scarves. I shall die of hypothermia in the blizzard.”

“That’s more like it,” Gigi nods, “I would sacrifice you for electricity.”

“I would sacrifice you for a fucking corn chip. In a heartbeat.”

“Jackieeeee, you’re supposed to be nice.” Gigi’s huffy, fat pout on her lips, and as much as Jackie loves to poke and tease, she loves Gigi twice as much.

“Come to bed, we can cuddle under all the blankets and no one will need to be sacrificed.” Jackie’s arms are open and outstretched, and it doesn’t take long for Gigi to walk straight into them. Jackie’s hugs are a warmth no blanket could give -- if given the option, Gigi would never leave them, stay cosy forever.

“Now you’re talking,” Gigi sighs, “love your guts.”

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32 goodcox!!!

32. “I can’t wait to kiss you.” x goodecox

Jackie has felt Gigi’s eyes on her all night. Ever since they left the house there’s only been a handful of times Jackie has noticed Gigi looking elsewhere.

And it’s not that Jackie doesn’t love the attention, because of course she does. She looks good -- she knows it, Gigi knows it, everyone in the restaurant knows it. But it’s teetering on the verge of off putting, it’s almost too much. It’s somewhere around the fourth mouthful of sticky date pudding that Jackie decides to speak up on it. 

“What is it, Geege?” Jackie sighs, and all Gigi can do is raise her brows in an attempt to play coy, “is there something in my hair, is there something in my teeth? You’ve been staring at me for over an hour, so what is it?” Jackie’s jaw clenches when Gigi starts to laugh.

“No no, you’re good,” Gigi brings her elbows to the table and rests her head in her hands, “I just can’t wait to kiss you.” The blood rushing to Jackie’s face and chest is red hot, she can feel the flush washing over her. Gigi kissing her isn’t a new thing, but this feeling is. It’s strange and exciting, but the longer the butterflies sit in her tummy, the bigger the smile on Jackie’s face gets.

They barely make it outside before Gigi pulls Jackie towards a small sidestreet and up against the brick wall. The kiss takes Jackie by surprise -- it’s soft and needy and full of love and want, she can taste the butterscotch on Gigi’s lips and tongue.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Gigi sighs before leaving another peck on Jackie’s lips, “take me home.”

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can we just get a pause (to be certain we’ll be tall again) 🍂

“Well, that’ll all change when we have kids,” Jackie remarks offhandedly as she loads the dishwasher.

Gigi freezes, heart pounding in her chest as she slowly turns towards her girlfriend. It occurs to her, suddenly, that they’ve not actually had this conversation before.

Voice weak, Gigi says, “who said I wanted to have children?”

—

The winter of discontent. Gigi and Jackie struggle through what it means to be in it forever.

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And Now I’m Covered in You 🌼

Maybe it’s just the honeymoon stage. Or maybe this is how she’ll always feel - like every second she’s not touching Jackie is a wasted second.

Or, Gigi Goode is in love.

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WIP WEDNESDAY —

untitled goodecox party drug fic ✨

“I think I’m broken.”

Oh, and that would be what gets her clit to stop throbbing. Gigi takes a deep breath. “Jacks. Baby. Love of my life. Why do you think you’re broken?”

Jackie waves her hands in front of herself, flapping them helplessly. “I love you,” she says, letting out a frustrated groan. “And you’re beautiful and incredibly attractive, but I just.” She buries her face in her hands. “Recently, I’ve been so tired and stressed, and sex has just felt like another thing on my plate. And I like it, I love having sex with you, but I can’t just get out of my head and enjoy it.”

Okay, buy them matching tombstones, because the mood is officially dead. Gigi reaches out again to cup Jackie’s face, brushing frustrated tears from her cheeks. “Hey,” she says gently, leaning in to press a kiss to Jackie’s forehead. “You are not broken. You’re just stressed out and overworked, and it’s fucking with you.” Jackie nods sullenly. “So, we’re going to take a week off, and you’re going to get some rest. No work, no phones. That’s all for your head, okay?”

Jackie grumbles something that sounds vaguely like which one.

Gigi snorts. “And I may have an idea for the libido problem too.”

Jackie sighs. “I don’t think this has risen to the level of therapy just because I can’t get horny.”

“First off, nothing has to rise to the level of therapy, there’s no threshold for misery,” Gigi says, parroting the words her therapist had told her about half a million times. “But no, I wasn’t thinking about therapy.” Jackie raises a brow. “I was thinking we try party drugs.”

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Trip of My Life (Every Time You’re Touching Me) 🪻

Jackie sighs. “I don’t think this has risen to the level of therapy just because I can’t get horny.”

“I wasn’t talking about therapy.” Jackie raises a brow. “I was thinking we try party drugs.”

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Four times Gigi and Jackie try new things together and learn things about each other and themselves while on the road to self-discovery and self-actualisation.

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wip wednesday —

can we just get a pause (to be certain we’ll be tall again) ((goodecox angst au))

“God fucking damn it Gigi I wanted to marry you!”

“Oh? And now you can’t?!”

“No!”

It’s a louder shout than before and it reverberates around the room. It buzzes at every one of Gigi’s nerves and leaves her shaking. It cuts her throat. It severs her spine. It leaves her dead or maybe dying. The silence afterwards is just as bad. The sound of Jackie panting. The feel of her burning skin where Gigi’s flushed with blood in her cheeks. The time dilation of hearing something that is on the verge of changing you forever. Of destroying everything.

Gigi is limp and injured, like a hummingbird with a broken beak, and Jackie draws a breath for the killing blow. To put her out of her misery.

“Sometimes I wish I’d never met you.”

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

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six sentence sunday

goodecox party drug fic ✨

Weirdly enough, it’s not hard to convince Jackie to try getting blasted in a nightclub just to see if that will get her back in the game. After telling Crystal that Jackie cried, she’s locked out of work for a few days. Gigi could kiss Crystal on the mouth for letting Gigi abuse the concerned girlfriend card, but a threesome is Plan C and they’re currently only on Plan A: illicit party drugs that won’t completely fuck with Jackie’s head. They rule out mushrooms immediately, because obviously, and Jackie won’t touch acid with a ten-foot-pole. Gigi is proud of her first suggestion; Ecstasy.

“Oh yeah, I’ve done that,” is Jackie’s mild answer, sipping her tea afterwards like she hasn’t just completely flipped Gigi’s world upside down.

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wip wednesday —

all gilded and golden (I’m your girl)

Jackie’s pissed. She’s pissed and she may be home now, but it doesn’t do anything to stop the prickling heat and discomfort under her skin; not the way it usually does. She slams the front door behind her, even though it’s juvenile, because sometimes she just needs to let loose in a way that would usually not be very well received. It helps a little that Gigi gets it, that sometimes she does it too, but it’s not enough. It isn’t what she needs.

“Bad day?” Gigi asks from where she’s sitting on the kitchen counter, peeling a fucking banana as if they aren’t about to start making dinner.

“What do you think?” Jackie asks sharply, then shuts her eyes and breathes deeply through her nose a few times, “I’m sorry, I’m just… I’d rather not talk about my day unless you want me to go on some long rant that neither of us are likely to come back from.”

“Noted,” Gigi says after a moment, sounding largely unaffected by Jackie’s tone. There’s the distinctive sound of Gigi putting down the banana - probably without eating any of it - which Jackie finds completely absurd, “I’m listening, though. If you want to.”

Jackie opens her eyes and sinks into the counter opposite Gigi, folding her arms over her chest.

“Fucking suppliers,” she says firmly, voice still a little sharper than she’d like, “we were missing a whole bunch of stock we ordered and I swear to god I spent two hours on hold with them, one of the ovens blew and Nicky nearly had a fucking stroke so that was another hour and a half on hold trying to get a tech to come out, Crystal burnt her hand on a spilled coffee, and Jan - Jan - she nearly cut her fucking fingers off with the new knives. Pissed blood everywhere. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong and I’m just at my fucking limit today.”

Gigi looks completely unphased by Jackie’s outburst; the banana is indeed sitting next to her on the counter, peeled but otherwise untouched. She thinks that, if the situation were reversed, she would be making a very lewd joke about that. Gigi always has a lewd quip on the tip of her tongue; they seem to live there, taking up space that nonetheless allows for eloquence alongside it. Somehow. Gigi contains multitudes behind her teeth.

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six sentence sunday —

trip of my life (every time you’re touching me)🪻

Gigi makes them stop to get a drink in the kitchen before continuing towards their bedroom. Jackie whines, takes one sip of water, then downs the glass when she realises how thirsty she is. Gigi tries not to laugh, but weed isn’t the best for keeping your composure, so she lets out a little giggle. Jackie glares at her, but that expression softens when Gigi traces a stray drop of water up the side of Jackie’s throat to the place it spilled from her lips. There’s no distracting either of them after that. They trip down the hallway, tangled together in a hazy gaggle of limbs and shedding clothing along the way.