#nicky x gigi

[pop-pop-pop-popculture]

Met Gala 2024 Talk

Here is who theofficialgala is predicting will attend:

Zendaya

Margot Robbie

Jenna Ortega

Billie Eilish

Kim Kardashian (barf!) (why?!)

Taylor Swift

Bad Bunny

Jessica Chastain

Sydney Sweeney

Lana Del Rey

Kylie Jenner (barf!) (why?!)

Cillian Murphy

Olivia Rodrigo

Hyunjin from Stray Kids

Lisa from Blackpink

Justin Bieber's Unattractive Fame Starved Talentless "Wife" (barf!) (why?!)

Cardi B

Pedro Pascal

Ryan Gosling

Sabrina Carpenter

Dua Lipa

Emma Stone

Jackson Wang

Anne Hathaway

Florence Pugh

Troy Sivan

Doja Cat

Chris Hemsworth

Elsa Pataky

Kim Taehyung (BTS)

Lil Nas X

Lily Rose Depp

Lizzo

Ice Spice

Travis Barker

Pete Davidson

Lady Gaga

Madonna

Halle Bailey

Tyla

Vittoria

Coco Jones

Victoria Monét

Karol G

Cynthia Erivo

Meryl Streep

Tom Holland

Ben Affleck

Bella Thorne

Chlöe Bailey

Rosé from Blackpink

Renee Rapp

Khloe Kardashian (barf!) (why?!)

Kristen Stewart

Kris Jenner (barf!) (why?!)

Anitta

Katy Perry

Blake Lively

Sza

Ariana Grande

Emma Chamberlain

Amanda Seyfried

Paris Hilton

Anok Yai

Naomie Campbell

Hailee Steinfeld

Cara Delevingne

Teyana Taylor

Charlie D'Amelio (ugh, why?!)

Bradley Cooper

America Ferrera

Greta Gerwig

Jennifer Lopez

Megan Thee Stallion

Jeremy Allen

Timothée Chalamet

Selena Gomez

Gigi Hadid

Jack Harlow

Bella Ramsey

Jimin from BTS

Harry Styles

Kendall Jenner

Rihanna

Bella Hadid

Madison Beer

Miley Cyrus

Hunter Schafer

Nicola & Brooklyn Peltz Beckham

Rosalia

Jisoo from Blackpink

Jungkook from BTS

Latto

Nicki Minaj

Travis Scott

Jared Leto

Gigi Hadid

ASAP Rocky

Kourtney Kardashian (barf!) (why?!)

🟨 February 27, 2024 🟨

[pomegranateshrimp]

Andre Lee x Reader headcanons

omgggg I’ve been having such brain rot of him lately 😭🩷 literally love him sm

Some nsfw/mentions of drugs under the cut, proceed at ur own risk

• makes a bunch of random drugs/potions for his own personal use, sells them on the side

• has probably had/try to have had sex with everyone at cognito

• had a warrior cats phase when he was younger

• refuses to wear “real shoes”

• gets high and plays COD with myc

• IMMEDIATELY bought the COD nicki minaj bundle the second it came out, refuses to play any other skin (except maybe snoop dogg)

• definitely the type of person to bully little kids on roblox 😭 (during meetings too)

• him and myc have definitely done it more than once

• lost his virginity during college, the girl told him he had a super big dick and was shocked he was a virgin, he never looked back

• slept with everyone at the school by the time he finished

• definitely tried shifting when it got popular on tiktok

• addicted to his phone

• knows how to roller skate, or just like a rly random sport cuz his parents wanted him to do one but he didn’t like any of them

• BURNT OUT GIFTED KID

• owns a rainbow vape that’s jolly rancher flavored (bubblegum is acceptable)

• heroin is the one drug he won’t take, he gets super panicked when on it and rly paranoid

• him and Gigi are SUPER close 🩷 literally best duo on the show

• has gotten in trouble with everyone at cognito

• if he fr met Ron he would hate him, especially cuz I feel like Ron would be a very anti-drug kinda guy

• he’d definitely be into the use of aphrodisiacs

• alien fetish.

• tentacles (he literally talked about it in an episode so technically canon)

• he loves overstimulation

[gggoode]

i have a thought for you. gigi + ikea furniture assembly

fun fact this is exactly 999 words long x call the police !

iynaf right after they moved in together era :)

~~~~~~

“I’m home!” Gigi singsonged as she clattered into the apartment. 

It sent a little flutter through Crystal. They lived together. “Hi!” she called. 

“Bonjour!” Nicky called. 

Crystal wandered into the hall to find them wrestling with a tall, skinny cardboard box. “Did you have fun?” 

“You know we did,” Nicky agreed. She threw a red bag of chocolates at Crystal and she caught them, hugging them to her chest. “Come with us next time. You’re missing out.” 

“It was super fun,” Gigi agreed. From behind the box she produced a big stuffed shark. “I got this for the sofa!” 

Crystal took it from her without question, petting its blue fuzzy head. “Cute,” she cooed. 

Nicky rolled her eyes fondly. “If you were any other couple I would have worried about her bringing home a giant shark but I knew you'd like it.” 

“Who wouldn’t like her?” Gigi asked, wrapping Crystal and the shark in a tight hug. 

Nicky hummed, clearly still unconvinced, but she stepped over to kiss them both on the cheek. “Do you need a hand building it?” 

“Nope,” Gigi said, popping the P and squeezing Crystal. “I think we’ll figure it out.” 

“Alrighty,” Nicky said unconvincingly. “Just call me if you change your mind.” 

She bid them goodbye and left, and Gigi insisted that they needed to go straight to the sofa to make the new shark feel at home so the box lay unopened in the hall for a few days. 

~~~~~~

“I’m home!” Crystal called as she let herself into the apartment. The first thing she noticed was that the box was no longer in the hallway. 

“I hate this,” was Gigi’s response. 

Crystal kicked off her shoes and jacket before following the sound of her voice to the living room. 

She was sitting on the floor in cycle shorts and a sports bra, her hair twisted into a tiny half ponytail. She was also surrounded by planks of wood in various shapes and sizes, a few of them joined together, and an enormous unfolded sheet of instructions. 

“Aww,” Crystal cooed, climbing over some wood to lean down and kiss Gigi’s forehead. “Do you want me to help?” 

“I wanted to do it myself,” Gigi sighed, looping her arm around one of Crystal's legs. 

Crystal played with her ponytail. “You’ve already done a lot,” she said, looking at the three pieces of desk lying wonky in the middle of the floor. 

“No. I wanna do it myself,” Gigi said again, sitting up straight. “Go and relax or something.” 

“Can I watch you make it?” Crystal asked. 

Gigi looked up at her. “No. You’ll try to help.” 

She wasn’t wrong. So Crystal left her to it and retreated to the bedroom, but she didn’t put on any music or anything. Instead she relaxed to the sound of Gigi mumbling to herself and the occasional turning of screws and pieces of wood sliding against each other. 

Eventually there was a louder scraping and Gigi cheered quietly to herself. 

“Can I come see?” Crystal called hopefully. 

“Not yet!” Gigi yelled back. “I wanna make it perfect.” 

Crystal laughed quietly. Gigi sounded more cheerful now as she moved around, singing to herself which seemed to drown out whatever other sounds she was making. 

“I’m ready!” Gigi called. 

Crystal went to peek around the door just as she was tucking the chair under the desk. 

She felt bad for being surprised but everything looked good. The desk was nice, and Gigi had put a lamp and Crystal’s lucky wooden frog on it. 

“Look at my nice smart girlfriend, making our furniture,” Crystal cooed, wandering over to admire the desk. 

“I know. Maybe I can become a construction girl,” Gigi said, brushing some dust off the top of the desk. “I hope it doesn’t fall down when we put more stuff on it.” 

Crystal slapped the desk hard. It made Gigi jump but the desk didn’t even shake, and Crystal beamed at Gigi. “Have a little faith, Geege.” 

“Crystal,” Gigi laughed, hands pressed over her chest. “What if it had fallen?” 

“It wouldn’t. You’re my construction girl,” Crystal reminded her. She put her hands on her waist and pivoted them around. “Do you wanna test it some more?” 

“How?” Gigi asked, snaking her arms around her neck. 

Crystal slid her hands down to the backs of Gigi’s thighs and gently pushed her back against the desk as she kissed her. 

Gigi sighed into the kiss and melted into Crystal, but she gasped when her feet left the floor and wrapped her legs tight around Crystal. “Wait, what if it can’t hold me?” 

“It’ll hold you,” Crystal said, squeezing her thighs. 

“Please can we kiss on the sofa instead?” Gigi asked, still clinging tight to Crystal. “Just in case.” 

Crystal got a better hold of her and hoisted her up to carry her to the sofa which made Gigi look at her with wide eyes, mouth agape. “What?” Crystal asked. 

“Since when were you this strong?” Gigi asked, tightening her legs around her. 

“You’re not heavy, Gigi,” Crystal laughed as she sat down. 

Gigi straddled her lap and stroked her fingers through Crystal’s hair. “Still. It’s hot,” she breathed. “Maybe we can kiss on the desk next time.” 

“I guess. But it wouldn’t be that nice to kiss you if you’re all tense like that the whole time,” she said, settling down with Gigi in her lap. 

“We can make out on top of the instructions if you wanna pretend,” Gigi suggested, snagging the big sheet of paper from the coffee table and putting it beside them on the sofa. 

Crystal looked between it and Gigi's face, unable to hold back a laugh. “You’re the smartest girl in the world.” 

She lay her back against the sofa to kiss her, the instructions crinkling below her every time they moved. 

The next day, Crystal didn’t have the heart to tell Gigi that she’d installed the drawers wrong and they were impossible to open.

[slutnali]

b, l, r, and s please !!

ty for sending in gi ✨

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

It took me a while to get into Robin x Aura but @petitmonde opened my eyes to all the content and potential there and it's a ship I enjoy from time to time

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

I'm neutral about Gigi even though she's extremely gorgeous and talented. The fact that she can make her own looks and knows how to style wigs??? Insane. And the fact that she helped Symone with her package for s13, thats a real sister right there. I know for a fact the other queens will be trembling if she ever decides to go for All Stars

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Jaida and Heidi for sureeee !!

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Jaida has a collection of VHS Disney movies she's had from childhood and cherishes them. Every time Nicky goes thrifting alone she'll occasionally come home with a VHS to add to her gf's collection because of course she has a [secret] list of the ones Jai already has 🥹 Its not always Disney though, sometimes just really good ones from the 80s, 90s or 00's

[petitmonde]

hello fellow CAWD sufferer, stay strong <3 please may i have some thoughts, any thoughts, i like your thoughts x

My thoughts have marinated for months, but I still have CAWD. I'll give you some HCs on a certain trio I know you like.

Gigi and Nicky tag team Jackie whenever she's tired. It varies from something as innocent as doting on her, making sure she's had some good snacks and something to drink, to pampering her sexually whenever they're feeling rowdy. All kisses and soft touches, Jackie doesn't have to do a thing.

Nicky always brings home something nice whenever she's been to France. A taste of her old home, she says. While she loves living in the US, she does sometimes get homesick. Food usually helps.

Gigi is hot. All the time. Safe to say she isn't wearing a lot of clothes at home if she can help it.

Whenever Jackie is in cleaning mode you better not be nearby or you'll be drafted into the project. Everything needs to sparkle. Gigi rarely meets her standards. Nicky sometimes does.

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[ID: The first six images are all in the same format. They show bright red text in all caps, centered in the image, on a white background, and with a red border on the edges of the image. They read:

A guide to:

Blockout 2024

A introduction to digital mobilization

#blockout2024 is an individual movement dedicated to the deplatforming of celebrities

"Why celebrities?"

In an increasingly digital world, we need to reflect on the media we are expected to engage with.

Questioning, rejecting, and mobilizing against massive displays of luxury is a call to invest our attention for the betterment of humanity, not to support a system that doesn't support us.

"Are you cancelling celebrities?"

No. This is not a movement to attack or shame celebrities (though I'm judging). It's a reminder of the individual choice we have as consumers in who we support. In a world designed for the success of the 1%, reclaiming individual attention is important.

Celebrities owe nothing to us, therefore we owe nothing to them.

Reconsider who you choose to contribute to the platform of

This is an important example of digital mobilization, an emerging area of study in which technology is looked at as a toolkit for the widespread and effective mobilization of a cause.

Continue reclaiming individual power!

Images 7 and 8 show a list labelled "Celebrities that attended the Met Gala 2024". Below the title the tag #blockout2024 is added. The list in the images is arranged in columns. List read:

Alia Bhatt, Amanda Seyfried, Ambika Mod, Andrew Scott, Ariana Grande, Ashley Graham, Awkwafina, Ayo Edebiri, Bad Bunny, Baz Lurhmann, Ben Simmons, Brie Larson, Bruna Marquezine, Camila Cabello, Camila Mendes, Cara Delevingne, Cardi B, Catherine Martin, Charlie Hunnam, Chase Stokes, Chris Hemsworth, Christian Cowan, Colman Domingo, Corey Gamble, Cynthia Erivo, Ed Sheeran, Eddie Redmayne, Elizabeth Debicki, Elle Fanning, Emily Ratajkowski, Emma Chamberlain, Emma Mackey, FKA Twigs, Gabrielle Union, Gigi Hadid, Gracie Abrams, Greta Gerwig, Greta Lee, Gwendoline Christie, Hugh Jackman, Irina Shayk, Jack Harlow, Jaden Smith, Jamie Dornan, Jazz Charton, Jennie Kim, Jennifer Lopez, Jessica Biel, Jonathan Bailey, Jonathan Groff, Josh O'Connor, Jude Law, Kaia Gerber, Keeley Hawes, Keith Urban, Keke Palmer, Kelsea Ballerini, Kendall Jenner, Kerry Washington, Kieran Culkin, Kim Kardashian, Kris Jenner, Kylie Jenner, Kylie Minogue, La La Anthony, Lana Del Rey, Lea Michele, Lil Nas X, Lily Gladstone Lily, James Luca, Guadagnino Madelyn, Cline Matt, Damon, Matthew Mactadyen, Meg Ryan, Michelle Yeoh, Mike Faist, Mindy Kaling, Naomi Watts, Nicholas Galitzine, Nicki Minaj, Pamela Anderson, Nicole Kidman, Omar Apollo, Penelope Cruz, Phoebe Tonkin, Rachel Sennott, Phoebe Dynevor, Rachel Zegler, Rauw Alejandro, Rebecca Ferguson, Rihanna, Riley Keough, Rita Ora, Sabrina Carpenter, Sam Smith, Sarah Jessica Parker, Sebastian Stan, Serena Williams, Shakira, Sienna Miller, Steven Yeun, Stray Kids, Sydney Sweeney, Taika Waititi, Taraji P. Henson, Taylor Russell, Teyana Taylor, Troye Sivan, Tyla, Uma Thurman Usher, Willow Smith, Zendaya, Zoe Saldaña

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Blockout2024

CelebrityBlockout #BlockList

@/The Rock @/Oprah @/ArianaGrande @/ KimKardasian @/Kloe Kardasian @/ KendalJenner @/kourtneykardasian @/Kaitlyn Jenner @/KrisJenner @/Vogue @/ENews @/ Kevin Hart @/SelenaGomez @/SamSmith @/ dailymail @/markhamill@/AmySchumer@/

LanaDelRay @/GalGadot @/Jojo Siwa @/ ChrisOlsen @/HaleyBaylee@/MTV@/TMZ@/

DojaCat @/ChrisHemsworth @/Netflix @/Jlo @/

lizzo @/justinbieber @/meghantrainor @/ haileybieber@/rihanna@/taylorswift @/beyonce @/tombrady

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The original tweet I got this from says via 2024Blockout. I couldn't find the @ on Twitter so it's likely a TikTok account.

The goal is to block any major celebrity who hasn't spoken up about Gaza in order to cut off their means of making money off of us. If their videos and ads don't appear on our TLs and FYPs, that means no revenue for them. There's some videos going around explaining this campaign in depth better which I'll post later on, but I'm liking the idea and blocking whoever I can on Twitter and IG since I don't have TikTok.

Here's a blocklist I saw going around:

[datainteg]

Check out this listing I just found on Poshmark: HUGE Victoria Secret Backstage Secrets Hardcover Book (NIB).

[angelvenom]

my babie

[dreamyunicorngirl]

Will you tell me what's behind the lock? (Gigi x Nicky poem)

In honour of the Jankie candle clan gift exchange this is my little poem for Alina @lepakonpaska - I really hope you like it <3 . Also big thank you to  @freykitten who argued with me over metaphors and rhymes at 1am. 

Red bottoms and fleeting hearts beat in harmony

A crowd of perfectly painted angels flood the halls

Cursory glances hit so stark, eliciting shame painted sparks

Disdain drips from Gigi’s lips, painted with irony

Making Nicky bite down on sweetly sick remarks

Blame it on the build up walls of ancient rivalry

That the French beauty pretends she isn’t at loss 

Trying to explain the whirlwind behind the lock

Resigning to wearing rosey bruises like jewelry

Drowns out the stinging thorns with a thick layer of lip gloss 

While cutting remarks make her cave in shock 

Yet how could she forget the face

That not even Michelangelo could resist to immortalize

Of a stranger she tries so hard to erase

An obsession that is hard to normalize

The stranger’s picture continues to haunt her mind

Until feets flirt with another catwalk

One that brings her own personal obsession back

Learning the beauty’s name while holding onto a life-saving Gentleman Jack

Holding her breath so she won’t say too much, nearly fainting during small talk

Another rose soiled with indignity grows within her chest, one she rather hides behind

Expensive gowns stained with heavy perfume 

Twirling in harmony in a gigantic ballroom

The ginger beauty attempts to drown her candy scented sorrow in bitter liquor 

Yet blue eyes across the room still make her pulse flicker 

Compliments dipped in alcohol take Nicky by surprise

Is she finally getting a glimpse of the other side?

Will it come with a prize?

Or did her counterpart learn the mastery of drunk lies?

If you ask her tomorrow if anything happened

Nicky would deny ever talking to the redhead 

Yet once the sun had set

And both earthly souls simmered in sticky air full of lust

Dancing together in pouring rain of stardust

Tipsy minds finally stopped denying their hearts’ desire 

Forgetting what life was like prior

Finding the love they had yearned for 

Daring to walk through the brick door

Allowing one night

And one night only 

Unraveling each passive fight

Dreaming of getting rid of each cell which screams - I’m so lonely

To be lead by deep rooted longing 

Months worth of rose petals, locked away, finally hitting the ground 

Finally belonging

Shy lips claiming their new home, finally safe and sound

But once dawn drowns the fleeting lovers 

Realisation tosses away the covers

Jittery fingertips withholding their longing 

With each added layer of clothing

Walls are build up once again - each brick covered in poisonous thorns

Reviving love marked skin - now littered with burns

Feasting on ancient rivalry 

Begging for each other’s silence - emotionless and lifelessly

Resuscitating their resting bitch face, just to pretend two Sapphic lovers aren’t at loss 

Trying to explain the whirlwind behind the lock

[imalwaysaslutfordrag]

Hiiiii! "I can't pretend anymore" & your choice of ship for the prompts? 💖

Hi, my darling! I did Nicky/Gigi because I’m trying to make myself like them together. I’m a bit out of practice with these prompts so many apologies if this is rough. Lemme know how yall like it

“I can’t pretend anymore.”

It took four vodka sours and the dressing room being empty for Gigi to finally get the nerve to talk to Nicky.

The older queen hadn’t performed tonight, but had sat in the first row, handing dollar after dollar to every girl that came on stage. She sat with that cocky fucking smirk on her face the whole time, and Gigi had to tear her eyes away from the older girl when she was performing for fear of staring too much.

Gigi was taking her makeup off incredibly slowly. Nicky had chastised her twice now to hurry up, but Gigi was biding her time, letting the drinks kick in and the dressing room empty. 

As soon as the last queen bade them goodnight, and the door shut firmly behind her, Gigi spoke, before her nerves got the better of her and she left it all unsaid.

“I can’t keep doing this. I can’t pretend anymore.“

Nicky looked up from where she was lazily scrolling on her phone to may eye contact with Gigi through the mirror. “What do you mean?”

What did she mean? She couldn’t really say: hey, I know I rejected you that one time but I really didn’t mean it but it’s too late now but at the same time I can’t stand to see you flirting with everything that moves so if you could cut that out it would be really great and less confusing for me, thanks.

“Just… like, with you tonight.”

“What about me tonight?”

“Well, it’s just-I just-when you-” Gigi could feel tears pricking at the edge of her eyes. Why was this so hard? 

Nicky immediately sat up in her chair. “Hey, hey.” The older queen put her hands on either side of Gigi’s chair and turned it so the two could face each other. “What’s wrong, ma belle?” Her voice was soft and kind which only made it harder.

Gigi shook her head, she shouldn’t do this now. It wasn’t the right time. This had been a mistake. “It’s stupid and I’m stupid and it doesn’t matter now.”

“Gigi, no, you aren’t doing this. What’s wrong? Let me help.” 

God, she sounded so sincere too. 

And she was. 

Nicky was the sweetest person Gigi had ever met. 

So, it made perfect sense for Gigi to hurt her. 

“Well, just l-like with Crystal tonight, you kept complimenting her and telling her she was cute and practically eye-fucking when she got off stage, and like, I’ve been saying it doesn’t bother me for so long an-and I really thought it didn’t but-”

“It bothers you when I flirt with people?” Nicky’s face changed into an unreadable expression, but she kept eye contact. 

“Well, no-but also yes, but you can do whatever you want, I just-”

Nicky looked down at her shoes for a moment, clearly trying to process what had been said, while Gigi tried to get her brain to form a proper fucking sentence. 

Nicky finally looked up again, something… heavy in her eyes. “So you don’t want me flirting with other people, but you don’t want me flirting with you? Is that right?”

“Nicky, you know that wasn’t what I meant. That one time in LA we were-”

Nicky was suddenly too close, and Gigi didn’t remember her leaning forward but she must have because they were inches apart all of a sudden and she could feel Nicky’s breath on her lips. 

But it didn’t feel right. 

No matter how much Gigi wanted to close that distance between them, something wasn’t right. Maybe it was the vodka she could taste on her own breath, or because she didn’t shower today, or because she didn’t deserve Nicky. 

Regardless of the reason, it didn’t feel right to do this.

Nicky seemed oblivious to the cogs turning in Gigi’s head and inched that much closer before Gigi put a hand to her chest. “Don’t.” She whispered against Nicky’s lips.

And just as quickly as she had been tantalizingly close, Nicky was suddenly standing against the far wall.

Gigi took a moment to catch her breath, her head still feeling a bit light before trying to speak

“Nicky, listen-”

“You don’t have to explain.”The older queen interrupted. Her words were clipped and harsh at the ends. Gigi almost winced at the sound. Almost.

“Please don’t-”

“Really, it’s fine, Gigi. I understand.” Nicky made for the door. 

And Gigi didn’t stop her. 

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

Threesome Nicky/Gigi/Crystal

This is such an interesting idea, lemme give this a shot! It mostly turned into horny-for-Nicky time, and somewhere in there i sprinkled some exhibitionism, don’t ask me how that happened. Hope you enjoy nonetheless xx Big thanks to my love MermaidTail for looking over this!

The air was hot, flickering candlelight illuminated the room. While it was certainly very atmospheric, Crystal couldn’t deny that it was also incredibly hot. On the other hand, that would probably still be the case if the candles weren’t there.

The grim, hollering thunderstorm had locked them inside since the early afternoon. Gigi had been annoyed, her plans to go shopping went down the drain for the day, Crystal had jumped in excitement and quickly gathered her favourite DVDs by the TV, and Nicky? Nicky had smiled, slipped into her silken night robe and poured them all a glass of Wine.

They had made it through one third of the first movie, huddled up on the huge sofa with all their pillows and blankets, when the power went off. Gigi had let out a groan, not even movie night went right today and Crystal had jumped up to check if the lights in the kitchen had turned off as well. Not that she could do much to fix it anyways. After facebook confirmed that the entire block was without power, Gigi looked ready to throw hands with someone, anyone. Angrily, she shoved the sofa cushions.

„This October sucks!“, she announced, brows furrowed in frustration, „First I had to cancel plans with Jaida, now we can’t even have a chill movie night without something going wrong!“ She bit her own lip, hard enough that Crystal almost expected it to draw blood. The sight shouldn’t be as arousing as it was. Silently, as to not disturb her girlfriends angry outburst, she sat back down on the sofa, legs crossed.

„I bet by tomorrow the whole fridge will be molten and we’re gonna have another mess!“

„Relax cherié“, Nicky was oddly calm, setting up candles all over their shelves and tables, lighting the room in a warm, dim ambiance. She was quite the view in her silky nightgown, short, tussled hair, frame illuminated by candlelight. There was a twinkle in her eye when she turned back to the others, climbing onto the sofa to settle down in front of Gigi. The gown pooled around her, long, wide sleeves gathering at the elbows. Her long, delicate fingers reached up to brush the ginger’s hair out of her face, cupping Gigi’s cheeks with both hands. The soft skin on her palms was warm from the candles, the smell of eau the toilette and melting wax surrounding her like an aura. Her face was calm, relaxed, but her eyes burned with something deep, something both Gigi and Crystal knew all too well. It dripped from her voice like honey, like the wax on the candles all around them. „We’re gonna pass the time just fine, I promise.“

With that, Nicky closed the distance between them, locking Gigi‘s lips in a gentle kiss. A small, breathless whine escaped Gigi’s throat, causing Crystal to instinctively inch closer to her partners. Nicky broke the kiss with a chuckle, one hand reaching out for Crystal as while the other one rested against Gigi’s cheek. Her demeanour was calm, collected, however the smug twinkle in her eyes gave away just how much she enjoyed being able to rile both of them up this fast. When her lips crashed together with Crystal’s, her tongue almost instantly found its way into her mouth, exploring it like it was the first time.

While Crystal leaned into the kiss, her hands getting tangled up Nicky’s short blonde hair, Gigi discarded herself of her shirt and sweatpants. Her impatient huff made Nicky let go of Crystal, the latter chasing after the blondes lips for just a moment. However, the sensation was immediately replaced by Gigi’s firm hands, her fingers slipping under Crystals shirt for just a moment before tugging the fabric over her head and throwing it to the side carelessly. Nicky chuckled, one hand resting on the small of Gigi’s back as they shared a well knowing look. One short kiss between the two later, and suddenly Crystal was pinned down against the mattress, Gigi hovering over her, their lips connecting in a hungry kiss.

Gigi was straddling her, one knee on each side of her hips and both of her hands held Crystal firmly by the jaw as her kisses slowly trailed downwards, over the corner of her mouth and towards her jaw. Nicky was nestled right beside them on her knees, her robe falling off of one shoulder eyes hungrily fixed on Gigi’s antics as her fingers gently brushed through Crystal’s brown locks, splayed out on the cushion.

A whine escaped Crystals throat when she felt her grab a fist of blonde curls and give them a gentle tug, simultaneously with Gigi sucking a deep red mark on the sensitive skin of her neck.

There was no doubt that tonight, the two of them had teamed up on her, and she was more than okay with it. Anything to keep a moody Gigi entertained.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the redhead moved further down with her kisses, her hands finding Crystals breasts, still clad in a comfortable cotton bra. She didn’t hesitate before grabbing the fabric and pulling it down, exposing Crystals entire chest. She hovered over them for a moment, her eyes, hungry and lustful, searching for Nicky’s. The blonde leaned forward and they met in a searing, long kiss, right above Crystals hardening nipples. It was almost unbearable, the sounds coming from her throat showing the other two just how much their teasing affected her.

Nicky let go of Gigi’s lips, the faint red of her tinted chapstick smeared all around the others mouth, eyes always fixed on Crystal. Before the latter had any chance to react, she could already feel the warm, wet sensation of Gigi finally locking her lips around one of her nipples. Her teeth grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue flicking the silver ring of Crystals nipple piercing up and down. A deep, sinfully loud moan escaped Crystals throat and the threw her head back, hands tangled in Gigis autumn curl. Her fingertips grazed her scalp before being met with Nicky’s, who’s hand rested on the back of Gigis skull, gently pushing her down towards Crystal. The corners of her lips turned upwards into a satisfied smile as she watched them, like an artist marvelling at their own masterpiece. When her eyes interlocked with Crystal‘s, she winked at her, head just slightly cocked to the side. Nicky revelled in the control she had over Crystal and Gigi, nothing made her smile wider than watching the things she could make them do to each other by pushing their buttons just right. Before she had joined their relationship, Crystal had never thought she would enjoy being watched by a third as much as she did now.

„Nicky“, she whined out, eyes fluttering shut as she felt Gigi smirk against her chest. The redhead knew just how much Crystal revelled under Nicky’s gaze, especially in a position like this, where it took all her self control to not just buck her hips up, searching for any friction between her and Gigi‘s hips, which the taller girl rolled against her in the rhythm of her tongue‘s antics.

Nicky understood Crystal‘s plea without needing another word from her, leaning down to reward her with a chaste kiss before sitting back up.

Gigi released Crystals nipple with a wet pop. Her eyes wandered over her work, Crystals skin glistening with saliva, bruises and hickeys already forming around the nipple.

„Marvellous work cherié“, Nicky cooed, pressing her lips against Gigi‘s temple, „Now, why don‘t you let me take care of the other one? I think you’re needed more somewhere else …“, Nicky’s fingers trailed down Gigi’s back, where they wandered right over to Crystals inner thigh. Crystal let out a high pitched gasp when she pressed a single finger down against her clit. Even with her panties still on, she knew Nicky must be able to feel the wetness pooling down there. Gigi chuckled, leaning into Nicky for another quick kiss.

„Sounds perfect“, she purred, her eyes finding Crystals, „Doesn’t it?“

All she could do to answer was press her eyes shut and nod frantically, taking a few deep breaths as the other two shifted above her. Gigi shuffled downwards, pushing her legs apart to settle right between them, her palms resting against their soft insides. Nicky stayed sat beside them, comfortable on her knees as she leaned down, her fingers painfully slowly trailing over Crystals collarbones, ever so slightly wandering lower before inevitably coming back up, never quite reaching where Crystal wanted her most. And all the could do was lay there, mouth agape, eyes shut, and let it happen. Merely little gasps and whines let the others know just how much of an effect their antics had on her. Well, those and the pool of arousal Gigi was met with the moment she slid Crystals panties down her legs.

Other than Nicky, she wasted no time, immediately diving in, her tongue swirling through her damp folds, nose ever so slightly pressing into her clit. Crystal mewled out, gripping the sheets on each side of her.

Nicky on the other hand continued to take her time. She supported her own body with one hand, the other one lazily trailing around Crystal’s chest in circles. Her fingertips circled around her skin, wandering up to her hardened nipple, only to immediately retreat again to fumble with the bra strap that uselessly hung down Crystals arm.

Crystal whined loudly at her. The sensation of Gigi working fast and effectively where she needed it the most drew a stark contrast to Nicky lazily trailing her fingers around, more watching then actually being involved herself. It muddled Crystals brain, she wasn’t sure whether she was begging for more or less, who she pleaded to and what exactly it was she wanted. All she knew was that her breaking point was approaching, even more rapid as Gigi wrapped her lips around her clit and began to suck relentlessly. Crystals hips bucked upwards, chasing the friction and Nicky let out a low moan herself at the view.

Finally, the blonde let her finger reach where Crystal wanted it, pinching once, twice, before letting her thumb and index finger play with the piercing on that side. Her eyes were fixed on Gigi, who wrapped her arms around each of Crystals thighs, pulling her in closer. Crystals gasps became frantic, her breath cut short and she felt her whole body start to shake. When Nicky let out a laugh, cupping Crystals breast with her entire palm, the orgasm finally washed over her like an ice cold ocean wave. She allowed herself to dip in, shuddering at the sensation as long as it lasted.

When Gigi retreated from her spot at last, a long sigh left Crystal’s mouth. It was cut short quickly by Gigi’s own lips though, who crawled upwards to give Crystal a taste of herself. The brunette let herself fall into the kiss, leaning upwards and wrapping both of her arms around Gigi to pull her slim figure close. They both smiled into the kiss, staying wrapped up in one another for just a moment to catch their breaths before Gigi rolled over to make space for Nicky, who had nestled down beside them, now wrapping one arm around Crystals waist, gently caressing her hip.

„Are you alright?“, she murmured, her accent always thicker when she whispered. A smile rested on her lips, pride and satisfaction written all over her face. One single look into her eyes was enough for Crystal to spot the arousal in her dilated pupils though. The night really had just begun.

Having finally caught her breath, Crystal nodded, sharing a short kiss with Nicky. „I’m okay“, she reassured, Gigi nodding in agreement, her head cocked to the side in anticipation. A grin spread over Crystals face and she slowly sat up, turning around to face her girlfriends. „If I‘m correct, it‘s someone else’s turn now…“ And with that, she grabbed Gigi‘s hips and pinned her down into the cushions, swallowing her surprised giggle with a hungry kiss.

She couldn’t see it, but as Crystal nipped hungrily at Gigi‘s lips, Nicky’s face softened, a lump forming in her throat. She swallowed it down, closing her eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with adoration and gratitude for the two girls in front of her. Never in her life would she have guessed she’d find someone who could satisfy her needs, let alone two people. On top of that, they were her best friends in the entire world, the two people Nicky loved the most. And here they were, hips grinding in sync, lips interlocked, just for her to see. Nicky opened her eyes again. She truly was the luckiest girl, even with no electricity and their freezer probably melting away this very moment. But what did that even matter when you were loved and loved back? What did that matter when you had your favourite people let you see them at their rawest, just because they knew you enjoyed it? With a soft smile, she leaned back against the sofa cushions and let herself fully enjoy the show she knew she was going to get.

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 100 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). Hello everyone! This is chapter 100. 1-0-0! That's absolutely insane, and we're so thankful you as a reader is still here. Thank you for reading along, and for enjoying the story Veronica and I have written. We hope you'll continue to love reading it as much as we love writing it. 💫 

Previously: Raven ran her mouth about how much she hates Courtney—at a Marie Claire photo shoot where Bianca happened to overhear the worst of it.

This Chapter: Bianca makes good on her threat. Shit hits the fan. The usual. 

***

“Get off. My set.” Bianca’s voice was low, probably would have been very scary and intimidating to anyone else. 

But Raven wasn’t some fresh-faced ingenue, and the idea of actually being kicked off a set was laughable. Especially considering that Courtney was still well out of earshot, chattering with her model friend on the other side of the studio. “Very funny, Bibi.” 

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” she turned to the tiny PA from earlier, saying. “Go get her things. Now.” 

The girl took a few steps backward, then turned and practically ran towards the greenroom. 

“Look, if it bothers you that much, I’ll stop talking about your precious little darling. Didn’t think you were so thin-skinned, or one for censorship, but…” 

Bianca narrowed her eyes, walked away a few paces, and whipped out her phone. 

“What are you doing?” Raven asked. Amy had stepped back, and the hair person had also stopped working. Raven looked at both of them crossly, ordering, “Well, keep going.” 

Amy swallowed, frozen, and Raven let out a scoff of disbelief. Did they actually think Bianca was serious?

“Hi, Jonathan, it’s Bianca,” Bianca said into the phone. “We’re in the middle of the makeup editorial and I just had to fire someone. Can you have another girl here within 40 minutes? The brunette we considered, with the- Yes, exactly. Wonderful.” 

Raven groaned, an unsettled feeling growing in her stomach, but she refused to believe this was anything other than Bianca being dramatic. Regardless, it was getting embarrassing. Alyssa Edwards had caught wind of the situation and now seemed to be watching it all unfold while sipping her Red Bull. 

“Bianca, stop it. I’m sorry I insulted your little bimbo, alright? But-” 

Bianca let out an incredulous noise, turning on her heel, towards the PA who hurried over, her arms full of Raven’s coat and weekender bag, the items making her seem even smaller. 

“Thank you, Emily. Can you please make sure that Ms. Petruschin gets into a town car safely?” 

“Um…” the girl nodded, terrified. 

“Bianca!” Raven snapped, now thoroughly irritated. “This is my career!” 

Bianca turned slowly and stepped back up to Raven, her voice still low, and said, “If I were you, I would leave now, quietly, without saying another fucking word.” 

Raven’s stomach dropped, realizing how real this situation was, how utterly humiliating. She stood up, carefully avoiding the many pairs of eyes on her, took her coat and bag, and stormed from the studio. 

*

“What was that?!” Tati exclaimed, as she and Courtney watched Raven marching from the room. 

“I…I don’t know,” Courtney answered. 

Bianca was in a huddle with Alaska, Alyssa and the photographer, and most of the crew looked a little shell-shocked, moving at about half the speed they were before. The models, especially Tati’s roommates, looked terrified. What had happened? 

“I’m gonna go find out! But you…you look so great, and I know your meeting is gonna be awesome.” Tati leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“You too! Break a leg today, you look incredible!” Courtney exclaimed. 

“Look at us, living the dream!” Tati giggled, and Courtney squeezed her hands, letting out a little squeal. “Bye, babe, knock ‘em dead.” 

“Thanks.” Courtney let go of Tati’s hands and then cautiously approached the monitor where Bianca stood. She hung back, not wanting to interrupt.  

“As long as you’re taking the heat,” Alyssa was saying, “Since I value my job.” 

“Of course I will,” Bianca replied. “Don’t worry about that.” 

“Well, we’re gonna worry. That’s Raja’s fiancée!” Alaska said, brow furrowed. “Not to mention that she’s been the face of the company for so many-” 

“I know, I know,” Bianca said. “Look, guys, I promise that they won’t blame either one of you, okay? This is a Marie Claire shoot, it was my call. And we’ll have another girl here soon. Are you good to start with some of the smaller set-ups first?” Bianca asked, turning to the photographer. 

“Yes ma’am,” he replied. “Schedule is fine, as far as I’m concerned.” 

“Well, okay then!” Bianca slapped her hands together. “Let’s just all move on, okay? Pretend this shit never happened.” 

Alyssa nodded. “But…who’s gonna tell-”

“I’ll go call Sutan, okay? Let him break the news to Raja.” 

“You’re evil!” Alaska exclaimed. 

“No, she’s smart. He’s the one person Raja won’t kill,” Alyssa said. 

“Exactly.” Bianca winked and then broke away from the group, her grin growing when she saw Courtney. “Hi, angel. Did you get a chance to talk to Tatianna?” 

“Um, yeah. What was that all about, though? Did you-” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Bianca pressed a kiss to her upturned cheek. “Come on, let’s grab a cup of coffee before you have to go.” 

“Okay, but did it-” 

“She was being a cunt. End of story. I know it might be hard to imagine, but…” 

Courtney let out a dry chuckle as Bianca rolled her eyes. 

“But it’s over now,” Bianca continued. 

Courtney still had questions, but it seemed like it would be better to put everything out of her mind, at least until her meeting was over. 

“Okay.” 

***

Raven practically slammed Sutan’s door open, her ears ringing as she stormed into his office.

“Sutan!” The entire ride over, Raven’s stomach had been a volcano about to erupt, anger whirling around her body, “We are NOT going to take-”

She was cut off as Sutan held up a hand, Raven noticing for the first time that he was on the phone, holding it between his shoulder and ear. He was only half visible, sitting on the fire escape, a lit cigarette in his other hand.

“And then what? No, no Gigi, I promise you’re not in trouble. Thank you for telling me…Yes. Yes. Good…Yes we can talk tomorrow…Thanks again. You did exactly what you were supposed to today…Right. Goodbye.” Sutan hung up, putting out his cigarette and stuffing his phone in his pocket as he crawled back in through the window. “Fuck, Raven, I swear to god-”

"Tan, I wasn't doing anything wrong!” Raven dumped her handbag on Sutan’s desk, “Just chatting about her prosti-tot girlfriend-"

"I’m going to stop you right there,” Sutan crossed his arms, an exasperated sigh leaving him. “What exactly did you think I meant when I explicitly told you to be on your best behavior today?"

"But she was wearing sequins in the daytime-" 

"I don't give a fuck what she was wearing!” he bellowed. “This isn't about her!” 

Raven shrank, Sutan never ever raising his voice, especially not at her. Raven knew she was whining, she just couldn’t help it. Sure, Sutan had told her not to rock the boat, but everything was so extremely unfair.

“This is about the fact that Bianca was your boss today, and you pissed her off, and that's totally unacceptable!"

“Sutan, this whole thing is ridiculous, you need to-”

“I need to?” Sutan cut her off, his eyes narrowed, his tone icy cold. “Oh no. You’re the one who needs to. Sit down,” He snapped, pointing at a chair, “right now, so I can explain the very basics of how a modeling agency works, because you, my dear, have obviously forgotten.” 

“But-” Raven swallowed, only just realizing that she had sat down when Sutan had told her to, her body acting on its own. “You can’t take her side over mine!”

“Her side? Your side? I don’t care about your petty argument,” Sutan sat down at the edge of his desk, his legs practically touching Raven’s knees, the man towering over her. “I’m taking my side, I’m taking Elite’s side. You know why?”

Raven didn’t do anything, couldn’t do anything, a lump in her throat. 

“Because that side is the people who employ you, who get you work, who make sure both of us have an income. Do you know how big of a commission you lost Elite today? ”

“Bianca should still pay-” Raven protested, hurt and anger crashing together in her chest, not a trace of her friend or even her soon to be brother-in-law in front of her, Sutan a company man through and through.

“She’s not going to, and I’m not going to fight her. This is Marie Claire we’re talking about Raven, one of the biggest magazines in America, and in the world. Do you have any idea how much money they spend on Elite girls a year? The only reason we’re not in unfathomable shit right now, is that Bianca thankfully has enough respect for me,” Sutan tapped his own chest, “not to run her mouth.”

“This isn’t fair-”

“Fair? You think this is about fair? You’re not a child, hell you’re not even a teen. You’re turning 29 in a few months, which means you’re almost 30. Do you know why anyone books models pushing 30?”

Raven pressed her lips together as Sutan continued to rant at her.

“Let me tell you. It’s because of recognition,” Sutan counted on his fingers, “reputation, a good work relationship, respect, professionalism, and what you did today was beyond unprofessional. I don’t care how you feel about Courtney, I don’t care what goes on in your personal life! When you’re at work, you’re at work, and if word about this behavior gets out, I’d say you can wave goodbye to editorial work and especially to commercial work.”

Raven swallowed, her stomach hurting. What Sutan was saying couldn’t be true, though he never lied to her.

“Do you know what happens if work dries up?”

“Yes,” Raven felt like a child, felt like she was lower than low. 

“If this ever, and I mean ever, happens again, you’re done.”

“What?” Raven’s eyes widened. “You can’t say that, I still have a great-”

“A great what? Reputation? Work record? You have a fair record Raven. You’re petulant, you’re moody and you’re spoiled, hell, I’ve spoiled you.” Sutan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Usually, it’s not a problem, because you’re also a good fucking model who knows her shit and delivers results, but you’re not a kid anymore. If I wanted to, I could find someone younger, easier and cheaper to take any spot you have in five minutes. Just like Jonathan did. The girl he sent to replace you? Barely 20 years old. Do you understand that? You’re replaceable.”

“Yes,” Raven swallowed, holding back tears.

“Modeling,” Sutan explained, his voice taking on a patronizing tone as his initial anger faded, “is not like other professions. Your value doesn’t increase with age and experience. You hit a peak, and then it’s downhill. Do you think you’ve hit that peak?” 

“I…I don’t know.” 

“I guess we’ll see. But if I were you,” Sutan stood up, walking around his desk. “I’d spend some serious time considering my next career move.” 

“What?” Raven felt her jaw drop, her eyes betraying her as she felt tears run down her cheeks, destroying her makeup.

“I’ll talk to Bianca again. Make sure she’s holding tight.” Sutan sat down at his desk, sighing heavily. “You can go, I’ll call you tomorrow.” 

“Right.” Raven got up, all the fire completely gone. 

“Oh, and Raven?” 

“Mmh?” Raven turned around, to see Sutan holding her bag out to her, two fingers on the strap.

“Don’t start another handbag line. There’s enough of those already.”

***

“Miss Fame’s office,” Nicky announced, clicking on her headset.

“Yeah. Hi. Is Raja there? Ivy said she’s there,” said a man.

“Who’s calling?”

“Sutan. Sutan Amrull. I need to talk to her.”

Nicky knew that Sutan was on the approved list, but Miss Fame had been very clear about having zero interruptions during their meeting, as they finalized the running order for next week’s show.  

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Amrull, but Raja is with Miss Fame in a closed-door meeting. I can-“ Nicky’s voice was cut off as Violet snatched up the receiver on her own desk, gesturing aggressively for her to hang up. 

Nicky stifled her slightly annoyed sigh as she clicked off her headset. For the most part, she was feeling quite confident in her new job, but despite the binders and binders of information she’d basically memorized, there were still always a few mysterious things that Violet refused to fill her in on—sometimes out of what seemed like a misguided need to protect her. Other times it was just because she was a vault, ‘none of your business’ apparently one of Violet’s mottos in life. 

Nicky supposed that once Violet returned to design, she’d learn these things on her own.

She watched Violet curiously, trying to glean what little she could from her end of the conversation.

“Sutan? Yes. Yes it’s me. What’s wrong?” Violet asked, and Nicky cocked her head, unable to hide her surprise. 

One thing she’d learned very quickly was how incredibly formal Violet was—a lot of “yes ma’am” and “no sir,” and addressing everyone as Mr. So and So or Ms. Whatever. At Tory Burch, she’d been instructed to call everyone by their first names unless requested otherwise, but at Galactica, or specifically Miss Fame’s office, it seemed that business formal was the law of the land. So hearing Violet speak so casually, her tone so familiar, with this senior agent from Elite, was very strange indeed.

“They’re in a meeting, but-” Violet had switched to her own headset and was now pacing around the office. “If you’re aware, then why-” Violet bit her lip, stopping in her tracks. “Shit.” 

Nicky’s eyes widened. What on earth was going on today? 

Violet looked at Miss Fame’s closed door. “Yeah. Yeah. I can interrupt, but- Okay. Just make sure I look pretty at the funeral,” she said, ending the call with a dry, joyless chuckle, adding, “I will.” 

She put the line on hold and then pulled off her headset, taking a deep breath. 

“Violet, what-” Nicky stopped talking immediately when Violet flashed her a dangerous look, pressing her lips together. 

Violet turned back to the door, swallowed, and then stepped up to knock.  

*

“I guess I’m just not sure if I enjoy this,” Fame sighed, leaning back on the couch, resting her head on her hand, her elbow digging into the armrest. The printed photo in her hands was one of many from the styling session Raja had all day yesterday at the showroom. She dropped it in her lap with a sigh. 

They had decided to pull them out to take a break from finalizing the model placements, but it hadn’t been the mood lifter Fame had hoped for.

“The way they’re using the belt, it’s-“

“Fame,” Raja cut her off gently. They had been at it for a while, the other woman right next to her on the couch. She was wearing a blue suit, her hair in a high braid, golden bangles on her wrists. “You have to accept that celebrities have their own style.”

“These aren’t celebrities,” Fame grumbled. She knew Raja had done an amazing job, working with a curated selection of influencers, models and other industry people to make sure that the Galactica brand would be well represented on the street style level too. “All I’m saying is-“

Fame was cut off, as a succession of quick knocks hit the door, Violet not even giving her time to respond before she had opened it and stepped inside Fame’s office. 

“Violet!” Fame huffed. “What on earth are you doing? You know better than to interrupt-“

“I have Sutan on Line 1-” Violet gestured to the guest phone, the yellow light blinking, but Fame barely gave it a glance before turning back to Violet, annoyed. 

“Well, tell him I’ll call back when I’m finished,” Fame snapped, wondering why, after all this time, she needed to give Violet a lecture on boundaries. A “closed-door meeting” meant a closed-door meeting, even if she was dating the man who had called.

“He’s on for Raja.”

“What?” Raja sat up straight, her eyes widening, and Fame’s annoyance immediately disappeared. Raja dove into her bag, pulling it up from underneath the table and rummaging around for her cell. When she pulled it out, Fame’s heart sank as she saw several missed calls from Sutan.

“Fuck!” Raja shot off the couch, nearly knocking into the coffee table to snatch up the receiver from the guest phone, Fame’s heart in her throat. The last time Sutan had been this insistent in reaching his sister right away, their mom had suffered a heat stroke while playing badminton at her local club.

The twins tried to play it off, tried to pretend that they were okay, but their father’s death had left open wounds in both of them, Raja still clearly blaming herself for the fact that they had been abroad when he collapsed the first time.

Raja pressed the phone to her ear, instantly launching off in Indonesian, Fame barely even noticing how Violet had already left the office and shut the door behind her, giving them the illusion of privacy.

“Is everything-“ Fame was on the edge of her seat, but Raja simply held her hand up, looking so much like her brother as she listened to him on the phone, her eyes closed.

Fame saw it happen, Raja’s shoulder sagging, a huge sigh of relief leaving her as she turned to Fame. “She’s okay.” 

“Oh thank god,” Fame put her hands together in a praying position, thanking the universe that Murni was okay. “Then why-”

“Right,” Raja returned to the phone, and switched back to Indonesian, Fame biting back a smile as she caught words like ‘fuck,’ Raja clearly annoyed with her brother. Fame had almost turned her attention back to the photos, when she heard Raven’s name mentioned, Raja’s eyes widening. “Bianca what?!”

“What?” Fame sat up straight, even contemplating getting up from the couch. “Raja, what-”

“That fucking cow!” Raja groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. “I’m gonna-fine, what? Tell me exactly what happened!” Raja was practically making a hole in the carpet, walking in a tight circle, and Fame had to sit on her hands, watching her friend’s face as she talked to her brother, Raja switching between anger, annoyance, and even embarrassment for a brief second, something almost like sorrow settling on her features.

Fame heard her name, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Raja-” Fame got up, walking over. She never usually minded when the twins flip flopped between Indonesian and English, but right now it was setting her nerves on fire. “Please-”

“Yes, yes, yes, I love you too.” Raja hung up, a deep sigh leaving her. 

Fame reached out, tugging on Raja’s elbow, her fingers digging into the material of her suit. “What happened?” 

“Bianca fired Raven today, from the makeup editorial.” 

“What?!”

“Yeah. Apparently she overheard Raven talking some shit about Courtney.” 

Fame opened her mouth, her head shaking in disbelief, before saying, “So once again, she’s prioritizing that little bimbo over us. All of us.” She couldn’t believe how close she’d been to caving, to reaching out, after talking to Juju. Well, not after this. 

“Seems that way, yeah,” Raja sighed. 

“What are you gonna do? Or say? I assume something, right?”

“Well…Tan made me promise not to.” 

“Why?! He’s not taking her side, is he? Because-”

“No no no no, nothing like that. He’s just being pragmatic, you know.” Raja rolled her eyes. “Elite gets a lot of business from Marie Claire, blah blah blah.” 

“Right.” Fame folded her hands, muttering, “What a bitch.” 

“Tell me about it!” Raja grumbled. 

***

“Alright, so,” Latrice put her latte down at the little cafe table and sat down, Courtney perching on a chair across from her with a green smoothie that looked absolutely horrible, but maybe explained why she was about 4 pounds soaking wet. “I think that went well. How do you feel?” 

Courtney gazed at her with that heart-eyed expression that she’d seen in too many young performers over the years, who were sadly unused to having someone in their corner, advocating for them. 

“You’re amazing,” she breathed. 

“I know, I know,” Latrice said with a laugh. 

“Um…” Courtney bit her lip, clearing her throat. She picked off a tiny piece of muffin, but then dropped it to the plate instead of eating it. 

“Are you alright? What’s on your mind?” Latrice asked. She was an intuitive person, but even a complete idiot would be able to see that Courtney was worried about something. 

“It’s just that…I think…I mean, do you think you’d be willing to work with me long term?” she asked softly. 

They’d made an agreement when they first spoke, that Latrice would negotiate Courtney’s contract with Island Records for a flat fee. She already had a pretty full roster, and didn’t like to offer anything she couldn’t deliver at 110%. More importantly, she didn’t know anything about Courtney’s potential. She’d heard a few snippets from her demo, but she’d never seen her on stage. 

On the other hand, she’d been extremely impressed with what she had seen. The kid was obviously smart—the questions she asked about her contract had been insightful and savvy (especially considering her lack of experience), and Olivia had only good things to say about her. 

Plus, from a purely cynical business perspective…her face alone could take her pretty far, even if she ended up being a lost cause in the recording world. 

“Well…I’ve never seen you perform,” Latrice told her, “So that makes it a little hard to commit to developing your career-” 

“Right, of course,” Courtney said, blush creeping into her cheeks. “I’m sorry for putting you on the spot, I just-” 

“But,” she continued, and Courtney’s mouth immediately snapped closed. “I do like you, which is half the battle. So why don’t you tell me more about what you want to do. What are your professional goals? In a perfect world, what would your career look like?” 

“Well…” Courtney took a deep breath, a dreamy smile on her face, “Recording this album is a dream come true. I’d really like to become a true pop star, you know? Like, full tours with dancers and sets and true production value. But I also think it would be great to act, like Broadway or even on screen, like it would be so fun to work in Hollywood. And maybe writing or producing my own material? Or directing? I think I’d be good at doing interviews too, kind of like Oprah-esque, and I love the way her career looks, with the whole book club thing, I would love something like that. Also I definitely want to stand up for social justice issues, so I want to make sure my career has an activism side, and that I’m involved in philanthropy-” 

“Alright, alright,” Latrice cut her off with a chuckle. “You want to do everything. I get it. Good thing you’re young.” 

Courtney giggled, offering a cute little shrug. “You said a perfect world.” 

“I did, that’s true. Glad you have such a big imagination.” Latrice smiled. “Listen, I may not be ready to turn you into the next Lady Gaga slash Barbra Streisand slash Oprah slash Angelina Jolie just yet, but-” 

Courtney lowered her eyes slightly, the pink in her cheeks brightening. 

“But what would you say to a trial period? Let’s say, six months? And after that, we can re-evaluate and decide if it makes sense to continue working together?” 

“Yes!” she cried, nearly jumping out of her chair. “Or…I mean, yes. Thanks.” 

“Alright then.” Latrice reached across the table, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. “Welcome to the LRI family.” 

“Thank you so much,” Courtney said, beaming.

“Just out of curiosity,” Latrice asked, “have you ever considered reality television?” 

Courtney shook her head slowly. “No, not really. But…I’m open to anything!” 

*** 

Bianca sighed. It had been a long-ass fucking day. She was still pretty pissed at Raven, and only grateful that Courtney hadn’t heard her nasty rant. At the same time, she had an ache in the pit of her stomach, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to protect Courtney forever. 

Now, the shoot had finally wrapped, and it seemed that, in spite of all the drama, the whole team was happy with the results. She looked through a pile of promo items that Joslyn had laid out on her coffee table, seeing if there was anything that she could bring home to Courtney. She selected a set of Swarovski tennis bracelets, a pair of Gucci cat-eye sunglasses, cute Givenchy ankle boots, some Morphe eyeshadow palettes filled with bright, glittery colors and a set of matching pink brushes. 

She was picking up a little Valentino clutch bag in soft aqua leather, trying to decide if she should give it to Courtney straightaway, or first keep it to pair with one of her own Fashion Week looks, when the intercom buzzed. 

“Charlie Hides for you,” Joslyn chirped, and Bianca turned to pick up her phone. 

“Hi Char, how are you?” 

Charlie skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point as usual���one of the things Bianca had always liked the most about her. “Are you aware that your girlfriend’s manager is negotiating against you?” 

“What do you mean?” Bianca asked, examining her nails, noting that she needed to squeeze in a manicure before Monday. 

“She’s just asked us to double the marketing budget,” Charlie explained.  

“Oh. Well…was the marketing budget too low?” Bianca asked. 

“I mean, it was…on the lower side of standard,” Charlie said.  

Bianca smirked to herself. Good for her, and lucky that she had Latrice in her corner now to catch this stuff. “Sounds like she’s making the right demands to me. Give her what she wants.” 

“Uh…okay, boss. Whatever you say. We’ll send a new budget by tomorrow morning.” 

“Fabulous, thanks.” Bianca put the purse with the other items she was bringing home for Courtney. She didn’t need it—and besides, this color would bring out her eyes. 

***

“I’m honestly so, so glad that Tati didn’t hear Raven talking shit,” Symone said, sorting through her huge mound of laundry to find the last of the dark colors. “She’s so ride or die, she probably would have tried to fight her!”

“Omigod!” Gigi’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat and she pulled out the whites. “You really think so?”

“Totally!” Symone tossed the armful of clothes she’d gathered into the machine with Gigi’s and began to load in the quarters. “Would you have backed her up?”

“Me? Never!” Being in the room during the fight between Raven and Bianca had been absolutely horrible, the entire thing so uncomfortable and cringe. “I was practically under my chair as it was! Sutan calling me was more than enough drama.”

Gigi’s heart had nearly fallen out her butt when she saw Sutan’s name light up on her screen, but thankfully her agent only wanted Gigi to go through what had happened from her perspective. Gigi had told the truth, hadn’t dared to do anything else, but she had felt bad for Raven.

Raven was one of those models that had always been around, that Gigi had seen in magazines and on runways her entire life. She had been so excited to work with her, Raven even prettier in real life, and she had been working up the courage to go say hi, since they were now under the same management and all, when hell had broken loose on set.

“Me too.” Symone laughed, the sound like a soothing balm on her anxious soul. She returned to the table, quickly pulling the whites out, adding them to Gigi’s pile. Gigi hesitated, frowning when she came to a navy and white striped top.  

“What do we do about stripes?” Gigi asked, brow furrowed with concern. 

“No idea,” Symone giggled, tossing a huge armful of whites into the machine before adding the soap, spilling a little on the floor in the process. “Oops.” 

“Shit,” Gigi said. The two of them had discovered only recently that neither of them knew how to do laundry, the piles of dirty clothes in their closet getting dangerously high. But Gigi was tired of shame-buying new underwear, so she was determined to figure it out. 

“Do you want to call your mom one more time?”

“Maybe…” Gigi chewed her lip. It had felt childish to FaceTime her mom to ask questions about laundry, but Bimini was no help, since she sent everything to fluff and fold. And she was too embarrassed to ask Tati after her cluelessness in the kitchen, barely able to chop parsley without explicit instructions. Besides that, Gigi wanted to prove herself, had to prove that she wasn’t just some confused kid. “Nah. We can figure it out. We’re grownups.”

“Oh?” Symone inserted the last of the quarters and turned on the machine, a smirk playing on her lips. “You’re all grown?”

“Mmhmm,” Gigi replied, a blush rising to her cheeks at the way Symone’s dark eyes stayed locked on hers. 

Symone had been so patient…infinitely patient with her so far, but she knew that her girlfriend wanted more, and was overcome with a sudden urge to please her. She moved forward, hooking her fingers into Symone’s belt loops, leaning close enough to smell cocoa butter and Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume, the dizzying combination setting off the butterflies in the abdomen 

Symone lifted one of her hands to Gigi’s cheek, touching her softly. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured. 

Gigi said nothing, simply pressed a kiss to her lips, letting herself relax into it as it deepened, as Symone’s arms tightened around her shoulders. 

It was nice, actually. More than nice. For a few moments, Gigi forgot why she’d been so anxious about this in the first place. But then, Symone took a step forward, pressing her against the washer, and she let out a gasp. 

“Are you okay?” Symone asked, stopping immediately. 

“Yeah, I just…the machine…it’s…” 

“You don’t like it?” Symone asked. 

“Well…I didn’t say that,” Gigi admitted. The machine was warm, and Gigi could feel the vibrating movement of it resonating through her body. 

Symone laughed, brushing a light kiss against her cheek, and Gigi pulled her closer. 

“I mean, I don’t not like it,” Gigi added.  

“Well, in that case,” Symone teased, pressing her harder against the vibrating machine and going in for another kiss. 

Gigi went with it, her heart hammering in her chest, knowing that they were still basically in a public space, so things couldn’t go too far. She hummed, pulling Symone even closer, trying her best to enjoy the feeling of her gorgeous girlfriend against her.

***

“Sutan?”

Sutan looked up from his desk, and over at Violet who was standing at the door. He never really used his home office, but this whole thing with Raven had moved straight into shitville territory, which meant he needed his entire desk for damage control.

Tamisha had torn him a new one—she’d already been annoyed about Raven refusing to do swimwear and Sutan not making as much money on her as he could, the men’s magazines often their most lucrative clients, so this had apparently been the last straw. 

She had chewed him up and spit him out, promising that she’d personally make sure he’d be punished accordingly if they lost Marie Claire. 

It was never a good time when the CEO of the company came to yell at you, but at least it had been Tamisha herself, Sutan too senior and valuable for anyone else to tear him into shreds. 

They wouldn’t lose Marie Claire, Sutan almost done with his damage control. He had sent Bianca a bottle of her favorite wine to her office as well as her home, and while he hadn’t been able to go over her head, he had reaffirmed Elite’s position with every influential staff member he could, his March calendar stuffed to the brim with cocktail appointments, lunches and coffee dates that he was already dreading.

“Yes, lovely eyes?” Sutan tried to force a smile on his lips, but he was honestly just tired, his back aching from being bent over his computer, his eyes burning behind his glasses. 

He still had work left to do, the necessity of his New York Fashion Week schedule being exactly right suddenly extremely important. He needed to shake hands and be seen, preferably photographed, with the correct people, getting that done before rumors that he couldn’t control his girls spread essential to the future of his career. 

“I just, I know you’re busy, but-” Violet took a step forward, Sutan only now noticing that she was holding a plate, a piece of chocolate cake on it, a raspberry delicately placed on it in a drop of ganache. “I thought, if you’re staying up-”

“Did you get me dessert?”

He had heard Violet tell him she was going for a walk during dinner, but he had been so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he hadn’t really registered it. 

He suddenly felt bad, only now realizing how much he had ignored Violet that evening. She had texted and asked if he’d like to be alone after he had talked to Raja, but he had told her to come over, the knowledge that he’d get to climb into bed and hold her tight at the end of his shit show day beyond comforting.

“Mmh,” Violet nodded, putting the cake down on his desk. “I know you love chocolate. I wasn’t sure if I could use your machine correctly, so there’s no coffee, but-”

“Violet,” Sutan reached out, putting his arms around Violet’s waist, and pulling her down into his lap, squeezing her tight. “Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Truly.”

***

“Wait, how have you never seen Golden Girls?!” Alaska cried, sitting up in bed. After the drama that morning, not to mention the actual shoot that had taken all day, she was in need of an extremely lazy night in. She’d invited Adore over on a whim, who’d arrived with two pizzas and a pack of Coronas. Now, they were relaxing in bed, chatting, while Alaska aimlessly flipped through the TV. As tired as she was, Alaska was happy to have Adore there—she was a breath of fresh air after such a stressful work day. 

“Well…I think I’ve probably seen it. I’ve just never watched it,” Adore explained. 

“But why? It’s so good! Like honestly one of the best shows of all time.” 

“I’m 24,” Adore offered with a grin. “Where would I have seen it, TV Land?” 

Alaska flopped back down onto the pillows with a dramatic groan. “You know, I didn’t think our age difference was gonna be a problem, but now I might-”

She cut herself off with a shallow gasp as Adore’s fingers traveled up her thigh. 

“What were you saying?” Adore murmured, hot breath tickling her neck. 

“I was…I don’t…I don’t remember…” Alaska said, biting back a whimper as a thumb grazed her clit. 

“So…you wanna keep talking about sitcoms and generation gaps, or…?” 

Alaska shook her head vigorously. 

“Because I really kind of wanted to eat your pussy,” Adore continued, voice light and lilting. “But if you’ve got other things on your mind-” 

“Adore-” Alaska choked out, grabbing a fistful of her hair as her head moved downwards. “Please…”

“Mmm?” 

“Don’t stop…” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed. 

“Mmmhmm…” 

Alaska moaned, body arching up into the heat of her mouth. “Fuck!” 

“What a good girl you are…” Adore cooed. “So wet and delicious…” 

All Alaska could manage to that was a strangled whimper, her fists grasping Adore’s hair tighter, eyes rolling back. 

Yes—this was exactly the right way to end such a stressful day. 

[moononastring]

GIGI 10 DAYS !!!! I saw your post! I’m so nervous I haven’t been on tumblr because I’m doing 100 things but IM ABOUT TO BE MARRIED WHAT IS LIFE? Me and Nick are also not having sex until after we’re married 😑 It’s actually super dumb that I agreed but we did marriage counseling and apparently a lot of couples do this? I’m not even sure why it just insures that wedding night sex (if I’m not about to die from exhaustion) will suck. 🤦🏼‍♀️ you can’t tell men anything sometimes. It’ll be perfect though the whole thing. Thank you guys for asking about me 😍😍🥹🥹 I love all the Tea time anons and asks I’m about to scroll through the tag since I’m sure I missed stuff. I’ll also make sure I’m caught up on SMTB I’m not sure if you’ve added another chapter since I read it last and I must know what’s going on with Eris and Iris and there 100 dogs and their inability to feel feelings 😂

Ahhhhh hello my friend!!!! WE’RE ALL SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!!!

I’m sure it’s hella stressful so remember to FUCKEN SLEEP ENOUGH AND EAT ENOUGH AND DRINK ENOUGH WATER!!!!!!! No but seriously, take care of yourself please! It’ll all go amazingly and you’re going to be a beautiful bride 🥹♥️

I also think it’s hilarious y’all are holding out until the wedding night because I can only imagine the tension 😏😏 but seriously, y’all should just sleep the stress off the wedding night and wake up next day with all the energy to make up for the days you didn’t 🤣🤣🤣 Nicky boy can break yo back with his new official title of Husband™️ 😌

We will be here when the wedding chaos is over!!! I’m honestly so genuinely happy for you because this whole thing started with a message about you wanting to shake things up and BAM, look where we are now!!! May this next chapter of your life be filled with joy, love, and all wonderful things!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[luadrisa]

[oracleofwriting]

military-based story with serious drill sergeant Gigi and unruly cadets. (Heidi and Jan are cadet friends) (Jackie is another Sergeant nicer) Nicky transfer from France army.

Military Base Charles

Gigi - Drill Sergeant Goode

Jackie - Sergeant Cox

Crystal - Private Methyd

Jan - Private Sport

Heidi - Major Closet (pfft)

Widow - Captain Von Du

Jaida - Captain Hall

Nicky - Warrant Officer Doll

Rock - (Military Police) Officer Sakura

(Gigi x Crystal, Jackie x Nicky)

Monday mornings were parade days. The platoon would be marched out of their barracks to the parade square. Today was unfortunately not just a normal practice parade, this was the real thing. Colonel Hall is coming to visit the base to be introduced to the new recruits and check on the officers. Drill sergeant Goode marches out to the front of the platoon. She turns herself around to address the recruits. 

“Platoon 309. Attention!”

The voice of the drill sergeant rang across the parade square. The platoon was quick to stand at attention. 

“Present, arms!”

The platoon raises their right arms and salute Colonel Hall. The parade goes on as usual, Colonel Hall is very impressed with the progress of Sergeant Goode’s platoon. Captain Von Du and Colonel Hall are walking through the ranks to inspect the recruits and speak with a few of them. 

“Good morning sergeant Cox.” Colonel Hall said smiling at Jackie, herself responding back respectfully and she moves onto the next recruit. At the end Colonel Hall passes on her praise to Captain Von Du and Sergeant Goode. The parade gets wrapped up and the platoon is dismissed for lunch. 

“Gigi!” Jackie walks over to Gigi following dismissal. Jackie and Gigi joined the corps at the same time, they became fast friends.

“That was so nerve wracking Jackie. I was so worried I’d mess this whole parade up.” Gigi grabs her face in her hands.  

“You did fantastic! You were clear and you looked badass!” Jackie laughed while patting the flustered red headed drill sergeants shoulder. 

“I can’t wait to see the new privates joining today after lunch.” Gigi stated while they both started to walk over to the mess hall. 

“You’ll mold them wonderfully, your drill training is top class.” Jackie giggled back. 

The mess hall was nearly full. Everyone was washing their hands and lining up to go to the counter. They ate based on rank, the lower the rank the faster you get food. Jackie and Gigi weren’t the highest rank there but they were high enough that they’d get to the food by the last wave of recruits. Gigi scowls at the counter, seeing the bain of her existence. The eggs.

“They have those scrambled eggs.” Gigi whispers to Jackie with a raised lip.

“They aren’t that bad Gi.” Jackie whispers back.

“Eggs. Shouldn’t. Bounce!” Gigi stated as she grabbed her food tray and handed one to Jackie. 

There are plenty of rumors about the mess hall food going around, it wasn’t by any means a five star meal but everyone could agree it was better than MRE’s. The girls grabbed their food and went to find a place to sit. They see a bunch of new recruits sitting at a table with the captain getting the rundown. 

“Gi look at that private, with the green hair.” Gigi’s eyes wander over. 

“She’ll have it dyed by sun down Jackie. You know they only allow natural colours.”

Jackie lets out a giggle and continues to follow Gigi to a table with the rest of their friends.

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Well everyone here is a WIP I've been working on ... let me know what you guys think. If enough of you want it I'll continue it.

[petitmonde]

anon was so right for asking for gigi x nicky thoughts so i'm here to ask for some more <3

Anon is indeed the most right. Of course I'm going to indulge you too.

Prior to meeting eachother, Gigi has held Nicky as an admiration. Her career is something Gigi strives for.

Nicky gives Gigi her number for emergencies only. Something Gigi immediately abuses to keep talking to Nicky.

On that note, Gigi sending pictures to Nicky of the various outfits she gets put in for modeling to hear her opinion. Nicky tells her off when it's for lingerie shoots.

Lots of sexual tension, and lingering touches that are a bit too long to be platonic. They come close to breaching the limits of professionalism more times than they can count.

France is still real, and a place Nicky takes Gigi for work. Purely intended to be work, and no shenanigans.

But shenanigans seems to find them anyways.