#shgoodesport

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44 any ship

fun fact! i also did not know what ship to pick so i used a random number generator to pick one from the rdg list, and that's how we got goodesport, but i think it was cute

44. “You little brat.”

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Gigi looked around the living room as Jan finished putting up decorations. “You know, I thought you were being hella extra at first, but everything seems to have come together nicely,” she observed before turning to grab a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge. “So, when’s the ankle biter getting here, again?”

Jan scoffed. “First of all, she's turning twelve, not two. Secondly, she has a name. And you should know it – she might be your sister-in-law one day.” 

“Relax, I’m just fucking with you,” she chuckled. “Marcia’s a good kid, fuck knows where she got it from,” she teased.

She gasped in mock offense. “You little brat,” she huffed, tossing one of the still rolled-up streamers at her. “You’re horrible, I don’t know how I put up with you,” she said with no malice, her smile making it clear that she meant the complete opposite. 

“Says the girl soft-launching a marriage talk,” Gigi smirked, setting the bottle down in favor of wrapping her arms around Jan’s waist from behind. “You love me so much, it makes you look stupid,” she cooed as she playfully nipped along the shell of her ear. “I can’t blame you for having good taste. You know, I think I would make a fantastic in-law.”

“What the fuck did I miss?” Rosé asked as she walked back inside with Denali in tow, both of them carrying food for the party. 

“Nothing, Rosie,” Jan hummed airily. “We’re just about finished. Marsh should be here by two, right?”

The other couple nodded, then Denali piped up with, “y’all have to keep an eye on that friend she’s glued to. I know a baby gay with her first crush when I see one, and I’m sensing a little puppy love between them.”

“The girl that moved from Nevada?” Gigi asked. “That's cute.” 

“Ah, so there is still a soul in you,” Jan chided, tilting her head back to kiss her cheek. “Maybe sister-in-law is still in the cards.”

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Goodesport + "I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what's wrong."

Gigi huffed and pouted – her unwillingness to talk about her feelings was only matched by Jan’s stubbornness. She realized she had no choice but to relent. “I’m sad I didn’t get that internship I wanted, it would’ve been really good for me.”

Jan hid her smile of satisfaction behind her genuine concern, pulling her girlfriend into her arms. “I’m sorry you didn’t get it. It sucks and I understand why you’re disappointed. But you’re so incredibly talented, I’m sure you’ll get an even better one.”

Despite the unpleasant feelings that bubbled up with vulnerability, she melted into her arms. “You’re right… thanks, most people would’ve just told me to get over it.”

“I thought you knew by now that I’m not most people.”

Gigi cracked a smile and shook her head. “No, Jan, you’re truly one of a kind.”

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goodesport + 🎵

Somebody I Fucked Once - Zolita

If it were up to me I'd be calling you mine already But I'm in bed texting girls Thinking 'bout you, baby, oh no Don't know what to say Probably shouldn't tell you this But fuck it, here's my confession I'm kinda hooked on you And in the mood for an obsession, yeah You might be someone I could love Or you're just somebody I fucked once

Gigi scrolled through her tinder matches, she had plenty of options for a booty call, but none of them felt right. She wanted to pretend she didn’t know why, but it was glaringly obvious – she was still hung up on the girl from her theater course that she hooked up with. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, at least, that’s what she kept saying, but she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Jan since their study session got heated. 

“Fuck it,” she sighed. There was no use in ignoring this newfound obsession, but she had to go about it tactfully. She was bold, she could simply tell Jan she wanted her for herself, no one else, but she didn’t want to come off crazy. So, she asked her out for coffee, jokingly calling it their ‘second’ date. 

Spending time with Jan was easy, she loved how bright and enthusiastic she was – a sharp contrast from her own dry wit and cynicism. She would ask questions about her life and pretend she hadn’t already figured it out by stalking her Instagram. 

“Can I ask you something, actually?” Jan prompted between sips of iced coffee. 

Gigi blinked, realizing she had been staring at her to the point of zoning out. “Huh?”

“What’s going on here? With us? Like, I don’t mean to assume or whatever, but dating doesn’t seem like your thing, at least, you didn’t give off that vibe when we hooked up.”

Gigi felt her ears burning red and her eyes locked on the table instead of at her. “Dunno,” she mumbled, “it’s usually not my thing, but the thought of someone else snatching you up makes my stomach hurt. Maybe you’re just special.”

Jan smiled softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “That’s sweet,” she hummed and took another sip. “But what if I’m not?” 

“Then I guess you’d just be somebody I fucked once.”

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8. for Goodesport

8. things you said while in pain

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Everyone crowded around Jan when she hit the ground after tripping and falling off the stage. But the situation was clearly overwhelming, prompting Gigi to rush in with, “back off! Everybody back off and give her space!” until she was the only one within a few feet of the injured actress. “Nicky, get something for her to keep her leg elevated. Jackie, call an ambulance. Her ankle looks broken.” She crouched down to be close to eye-level with Jan, “you’re gonna be okay, we’ve got you.” 

Jan winced in pain, then let out a sharp cry when Nicky lifted her leg to put a cushion underneath it. “Fuck,” she whimpered, then grit her teeth to ground herself. “Well, guess you finally won, huh? No way I’m gonna bounce back for opening night.”

Sure, Gigi was Jan’s understudy, and yes, she had been gunning for the lead just as fiercely, but if there was anything that could put their rivalry on pause, this would be it. “Jan, I don’t give a fuck about opening night right now. If your ankle is broken, we gotta get that taken care of ASAP.” 

“Aw,” she smiled, only for her face to momentarily contort in pain as a stream of quiet curses spilled out. “I knew you secretly had a soft spot for me.” 

“Shut up before I break your other ankle.”

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29 + Goodesport?

29. “I kinda thought you were gonna kiss me.”

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“You’re being weird,” Gigi observed as she watched Jan fumble around to get her belongings out of her locker. “I mean, you’re always kinda weird, but more… intentional.” 

Jan broke out of the fog she was in long enough to let out a laugh at the comment. “I’m certainly not trying to be weird, so, I guess you got me there,” she conceded. “I just… oh my god, this is gonna sound so stupid… I thought we had, like, a moment when we were sparring.”

Her curiosity was piqued. “What do you mean?” 

Bright red and hesitant, she answered, “I kinda thought you were gonna kiss me.”

“Oh yeah?” Her confused expression turned into a smirk as she made her way closer to her gym buddy. “Sweetie, all you had to do was ask.” 

It was rare for Jan to be speechless, those that knew her well would say it’s damn near impossible. But the moment she felt Gigi’s breath against her sweaty skin, any coherent thought vanished from her mind. “I-I-I… uh…”

Gigi loomed over her, effectively pinning her against the lockers. “Go ahead, Jan. Ask.” 

Luckily, Jan’s brain and voice was able to reconnect. “Please kiss me?” 

She wordlessly obliged, closing the little space left between them with a heated kiss. Her arms wrapped around the shorter woman’s waist, holding her close even after they came up for air. “You know,” she murmured against her lips, “two people could fit in one of the showers.”

Jan could’ve given herself whiplash with how fast she nodded, scrambling to undress before they even reached the showers. She was much more excited for this workout than for sparring.

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Goodesport + "You're a lot cuter when you're between my legs"

“You don’t have to be so smug about it,” Jan retorted, picking her head up to look at her.

Gigi shrugged, “maybe not, but where’s the fun in that? Now be a good girl, I don’t recall telling you to stop,” she cooed, tugging on her hair to further her point.

Despite her pride, she fell right back in line. She had a weakness for when Gigi got a little mean with her, but considering before they started hooking up, all they did was argue, it might not have been that surprising.

Of course, Gigi didn’t care one way or another, she liked what they had going on, whatever the fuck it was.

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send me a ship + a sentence and ill write the next 5 [or more] sentences

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continuation of the goodesport sorority prompt?

“I hope you got that out of your system,” Symone remarked as she accompanied Gigi on what would otherwise be a walk of shame, “you know you can’t let that shit happen again.”

Gigi pouted, “why not? Jan’s hot and she was really good in bed.”

She rolled her eyes, “because she’s a Delta girl, those are our biggest rivals, you can’t be fraternizing with the enemy because of some good pussy.”

“You know telling me not to do something is super counterproductive, right?”

“Yeah, but–” Symone looked over to see Gigi with her phone out, texting as she walked, “you’re hitting her up again, aren’t you?”

Gigi shrugged it off despite her cheeks tinting pink, “don’t worry about it,” she murmured and put her phone back in her pocket, only to take it right back out when it vibrated. “Oh, don’t give me that look,” she huffed, knowing the expression her friend had without looking up to see it.

“The upperclassmen are gonna be mad as hell if they find out,” she warned.

“You know I like a little danger,” she hummed. The risk of getting caught, the clandestine nature of the situation, she could already feel herself getting sucked in.

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For the prompts: Goodesports please, maybe both of them partying and dancing together? I can't get the images of party girl Gigi off my head. Ty❤️

a sorority au tho 👀

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There was often a friendly rivalry between sorority houses on campus, but when it came to parties, it all went out the window in the name of having a good time, and if there was anyone that knew how to have a good time, it was Jan.

It was sometime in the middle of the party that Jan pulled Rosé to the side, “do we know who that skinny ginger girl is?” she asked, unable to take her eyes off the girl who was dancing and grinding with her friends.

Rosé tilted her head, lips pursed around the rim of her red solo cup, “oh yeah, that’s Gigi Goode, one of the new sisters in Alpha Phi,” she told her, then smirked, “finally ready to get a little action, huh?”

Jan scoffed and brushed it off – she was, but her friend didn’t need to call attention to it. She smoothed out her outfit and made her way to the other girls, careful to maintain her confident composure.

“Oh my god,” Symone nudged Gigi to stop dancing and pay attention, “that’s Jan Sport, chapter VP of Delta Gamma, and she’s headed our way so be cool.”

Gigi rolled her eyes, “I’m always cool,” she retorted, though when Jan approached her with a flirty smile, her brain short circuited, “I… huh?”

Jan giggled, “I said, you’re Gigi, right?” and once she got a flustered nod in response, she cocked her head to the side, “let’s go get you another drink,” she offered, taking her hand and guiding her into the kitchen.

A few drinks later and the two of them had lost all nervous pretenses, dancing and grinding on each other to the beat of the music, giggling as their hands started to wander each other’s bodies. “Maybe we should take this party upstairs to my room,” Jan suggested, then the two of them nearly tripping over themselves to get behind closed doors as fast as possible.

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T 22

22. Goodesport / T. Trapped Together

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Jan and Gigi had only started talking to each other once they had both been cast in the school play. There was a friendship, some flirty banter, maybe some underlying sexual tension. But neither of them thought to say or do anything about it. What mattered to them was that they worked well together and hopefully that would lead to a successful show.

They were in the prop closet taking inventory when Gigi tripped and fell against the door. It wasn’t clear how, but doing so jammed the door up, leaving them stuck.

While Jan banged on the door, Gigi messaged the group chat in hopes that one of their castmates or someone in the crew was around to let them out. “Relax, there’s only so much oxygen in here. You don’t wanna use it up burning out like that.”

“That’s really not reassuring, Geege,” Jan retorted, sitting down on a wooden crate. “What’re we supposed to do until someone finds us?”

“We could make out,” she suggested in a deadpan voice that gave Jan no indication as to whether or not she was joking.

And Jan didn’t want to ask, but she did want to make out with Gigi. “Like… for real?”

“I mean, yeah, if you’re into it,” Gigi shrugged as she sat herself down on Jan’s lap, then shifted to straddle her instead.

Jan rested her hands on the small of Gigi’s back and before she could overthink it, they were kissing. She held her closer, hands moving up and down her back, letting out a pleased sigh as their tongues intertwined.

Gigi rolled her hips, one hand gripping Jan’s hair and the other moving down her chest, undoing the first two buttons of her blouse. She would’ve been lying if she said she’d never caught herself staring and she savored the chance to get a hands-on experience.

One of Jan’s hands moved down to Gigi’s thigh, pushing her skirt up inch by inch, fingers tracing over the lace of her panties. She knew they had gone past just ‘making out’ and that they should be careful, considering someone could come in at any moment. But she couldn’t help herself - everything about Gigi just sent sparks throughout her body and nothing could put them out.

At least, that was how she felt until she heard the door handle jiggle. “Hang in there, guys!” They recognized Jackie’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Take your time!” Gigi answered between placing kisses along Jan’s neck.

“She’s gonna walk in on us,” Jan warned in a whisper. “And we don’t know who’s with her.”

But Gigi wasn’t deterred until it sounded like the door was about to be busted down. She reluctantly got off of Jan’s lap and smoothed her skirt out. “So… you busy after this?”

Jan smiled softly as she buttoned her top back up. “Busy with you, for sure.”

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71 + O (smutty???) Gigi and Jan

the way i kinda wanna put this on ao3...

71. “Fuck off and die.” / O. Stripper/Porn Star AU

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A lot of the dancers in the club looked to Jan as a mentor, and with good reason. She had mentored many of them, as she’d been there nearly the longest and was known to be one of the best around. She would joke about the marriage proposals she’d received, the proclamations of love from men she only knew on a first-name basis. Of course, her lack of attraction towards men had allowed for a clear separation of work and personal life.

All of that changed when Gigi started working there. Because while Jan never had to worry about attraction towards a client, the pull Gigi had on her was instant and strong. Sure, she thought all of her coworkers were beautiful - it was sort of a job requirement at a strip club - but she had never lusted for them the way she did with the new girl.

“I didn’t know that was your type,” Jaida teased. “Skinny little gingers, who knew?”

“Fuck off and die,” Jan groaned, holding her head in her hands. “Gigi’s already cocky, the last thing I want is to feed her ego by telling her how badly I want her to fuck me.”

Jaida looked over her shoulder and had to resist the urge to laugh. “Too late for that,” she chuckled before ducking out of Jan’s dressing room.

“What did she- ah, shit,” Jan sighed, seeing Gigi leaning against the doorframe with that smug grin that made her want to scream.

Gigi didn’t say anything just yet. She closed the door behind her, looking Jan over, sizing her up. Then she took her sweet time sauntering over to Jan, standing over where she sat and tilting her chin up with two fingers. “Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with this.” She moved her hand to take Jan’s hair tie out and set it on the vanity, amused at the way she seemed to just sit there and allow it. “You’ve never been so quiet.”

Jan blinked, snapping back into reality. “What’s there to say? I’m not taking back what I said to Jaida, ball’s in your court, babe,” she hummed.

“Nuh-uh,” Gigi clicked her tongue as she straddled Jan’s lap, letting her robe fall to the floor, the white lingerie she sometimes wore on stage the only clothing underneath. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”

Jan wanted to resist, her pride holding her back from just immediately giving in to Gigi’s direction. But she only lasted a moment before the words started spilling from her lips. “I want you so fucking bad,” she breathed out. “Every time I see you up on that goddamn stage I want to rip your outfit off before you can do it yourself. I know your type, bet you’d choke me, pull my hair, can’t even think about it too hard without starting to get wet.”

Gigi hadn’t known what to expect when Jan opened her mouth, but it was definitely not the filth that did. She gazed down at her, ready to absolutely devour her. She pushed off Jan’s robe and leaned over to unhook her bra, tossing it aside and walking her fingers up between her breasts. “Well then who am I to deprive you of that?” Her fingers moved up to her neck, hand wrapping around it as she kissed Jan deeply. “I’ll give you what you want, baby. I’ll fucking ruin you.”

Jan couldn’t get another word in before Gigi had gotten off of her and yanked her up, only to unceremoniously drop her onto the couch. She arched her body up as Gigi took off her panties, then started to sit up to undress Gigi, only to be pushed back down.

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” Gigi chastised. “Are you going to be a good girl or should I just leave you like this?”

“I’ll be good, I promise,” Jan rushed to assure, doing her best to lay still and silent, feeling like nothing more than one of Gigi’s clients as she watched her strip, and feeling an odd rush of arousal from it.

Gigi smirked, climbing on top of Jan once she was naked as well. “So pretty and needy. God, I wish I had my strap with me,” she mused out loud. “Guess I’ll just have to take you home one of these days.” She trailed her hand down Jan’s body, stopping between her thighs. “You’re soaked already. Desperate little slut, aren’t you?” When she didn’t receive an answer, she smacked Jan’s inner thigh. “Answer me.”

“Yes, fuck, I need you so bad,” Jan whimpered. And she was promptly rewarded by Gigi easing a finger into her, then two, while the fingers on her opposite hand rubbed her clit.

The moans and whimpers Jan let out were music to Gigi’s ears. Jan was loud, and she knew their coworkers would hear them if they came close enough, and that was just how she liked it. She kept pumping two fingers steadily, other hand moving up Jan’s body, long fingers wrapping around her neck and applying just the right amount of pressure.

Jan’s moans quieted a bit, but her eyes were rolled back in pleasure, body desperately rocking into every touch. “Fuck, fuck, please don’t stop,” she begged, letting out a wanton moan as she felt her orgasm approach.

Gigi fucked Jan through her orgasm, not relenting until she was certain she was spent. She eased her fingers out and let go of her neck. “You alright?” she waited until she got confirmation before standing up, a smirk promptly returning to her lips. “Good, because you’re not done,” she told her before she pulled Jan by her hair so she was sitting up, letting her put two and two together.

And Jan understood right away, of course. She held onto Gigi’s thighs as she got her head between them. She traced her tongue along her folds, then circled around her clit before working it in.

“Good girl,” Gigi praised, keeping a firm grip on Jan’s hair, occasionally pushing her closer or guiding her, though mostly to make it clear that she was the one in control for every second of it.

Jan followed every lead, thrusting her tongue faster when Gigi pushed on her head, moving to focus on her clit when she tugged her up. When Gigi would start to thrust her hips forward, Jan continued her actions in tandem, only to speed back up when she sensed Gigi was close.

And she must have been right, because suddenly, Gigi was firmly holding her head in place and her hips were jerking erratically. She all but dropped Jan once she was done, her limbs hardly able to keep herself up, let alone someone else. But she didn’t let her facade crack, looking down at Jan with a nod of approval. She picked her own robe up off the ground and handed Jan hers as she sat back down. “Was that everything you’d hoped for?”

“Of course it was,” Jan cooed once her head stopped spinning. “God knows you’re not gonna let me hear the end of it, though.”

“Definitely not,” Gigi chuckled. “But don’t worry, I’ll still make it worth your while.”

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44 with goodesport please?

44. “I couldn’t forget you if I tried. And believe me, I’ve tried.”

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Jan was a hopelessly romantic person, she couldn’t help it. So, even though her relationship with Gigi was never expected to be more than a summer fling, she was still on her mind as she returned to her dorm in the fall. She had attempted to just move on with her life, but that just didn’t seem to be happening any time soon.

So, Jan looked her up on instagram, spending far too long scrolling through her page before she bit the bullet and followed her. Luckily, the decision paid off - two days later, Gigi followed her back and they began talking through DMs.

It was always quick, lighthearted conversation. Even through text it was clear that a wall was still up between them. Not that they could’ve done much if there wasn’t - they were three thousand miles apart, with Jan in Manhattan and Gigi in Los Angeles.

With that in mind, Jan was understandably confused when she heard a knock on her door one Friday evening. It was the start of a long weekend, and she had intended on spending it relaxing. She got out of bed and opened the door, then gasped, eyes wide. “Gigi?”

“Hi,” Gigi greeted, jaw clenched tight with nerves. “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” Jan ushered her into her room - suddenly all the more grateful to have one to herself. “I… what are you doing here?”

Gigi sighed. “I couldn’t forget you if I tried. And believe me, I’ve tried.” She perched herself on Jan’s desk chair, chewing on her lip. “I just needed to see you again.”

“Gigi, you flew across the country… to see me? Why didn’t you text me or something?” Jan asked, still trying to process the fact that she was actually here, and fighting the urge to just kiss her silly.

“That doesn’t make for a very good surprise,” she shrugged, then started to get up. “Listen, if it’s a bad time I-”

“No! No, it’s not a bad time at all. It’s just still settling in that you’re actually here. God, Geege, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Jan took Gigi by the hands, pulling her up and into her arms. “I’m so happy to see you.”

The kiss that followed was mutual and intense. They hadn’t been apart for long, but they realized then and there that they had missed each other terribly. And that stopping at a summer romance just wasn’t in the cards for them.

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24 + U

24. Gigi/Jan & U. Prison AU

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Of any possible cellmate that Gigi could’ve gotten, she knew she probably couldn’t have lucked out better than Jan. They had similar backgrounds, they got along pretty well, and while they were careful to not advertise it too much, they were incredibly attracted to each other. 

All things considered, they knew they were at least prison girlfriends, but they already stood out and didn’t think announcing it would help.

But there was one thing Gigi didn’t know about Jan, something that would distract her with curiosity. Eventually, she had to ask. “What are you in for anyway?”

Jan was quiet for a moment, finishing the braid she had done with Gigi’s hair. “Third degree assault. Usually first-time offenders don’t get jail time, but because of the severity…”

Gigi looked surprised. “Then how’s it only third degree?” she asked, still trying to process that Jan was in for assault.

“It was self defense. The charge was for being excessive, which I think he deserved but, you know, legal details,” Jan explained, then looked amused at Gigi’s expression. “You can pick your jaw back up, it’s not that surprising.”

Gigi arched her brow. “I mean… have you met you? It kind of is. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure whatever fucker wronged you had it coming, but I just didn’t think you had a violent bone in your body,” she admitted. “Except for when I fingered you while I was really angry.”

Jan snorted with laughter and covered her face to stifle it. “Geege, I’m not violent, I’m just not a doormat.”

“I mean… it must’ve been pretty bad if your parents couldn’t pay your way out of jail time,” Gigi mused.

She tilted her head. “Okay, yeah, you got me there,” she conceded. “Still, fifteen weeks isn’t that bad.”

“And you get a charge that sounds a lot cooler than ‘misdemeanor theft’,” Gigi added, having gotten three months after taking too many risks with her shoplifting habit.

Jan nodded, giggling a bit. “And at least we have each other to keep company, except for the three weeks I have to survive without you,” she pouted playfully.

Gigi scoffed. “As if you won’t be released early for good behavior,” she retorted. “Don’t worry, I won’t let people know about your true, violent nature,” she teased.

“Shut up,” Jan shoved her lightly, which led to them both doubling over in a fit of giggles.

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7 + X?

7. Goodesport / X. Bookshop AU

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All things considered, Gigi knows she lucked out by getting a part-time job at a musical theatre themed bookshop. The hours worked with her college schedule, and most of the time, the customers were pleasant or quirky and interesting. She was probably the only one of her working friends that hasn’t been screamed at by a customer.

The day had been pretty slow, Gigi had been sitting at the front desk, reading a book about costume design for musicals from the 1940s when she heard the door open and looked up. She opened her mouth to offer a greeting, but suddenly found herself tongue-tied when her eyes met the other girls’.

Jan offered a polite smile, pushing her hair off her shoulder. “Hi, you have sheet music, right? I’ve got a couple auditions lined up and I want to have some options.”

Gigi nodded, swallowing thickly. The girl looked to be around her age, though she was certain she’d never seen her before - she would remember that face (and the rest of her, if she were being completely honest). “Yes, of course. Come, I’ll show you,” she said as she got up and led her through the store. “What specifically are you looking for?”

“Mezzo-soprano, something kinda fun and cool, probably more modern,” Jan explained as she started to browse the shelves.

“Oh, I know of a few things you could try,” she grinned, rifling through the sheet music section and coming up with a few folders. “Maybe one of these,” she offered.

Jan nodded as she looked through the options. “These are actually all really good, thank you!”

Gigi smiled, trying to ignore the fact that her cheeks had taken on a light red hue. “Are you, um, going to a performing arts college around here or something?”

“I go to Julliard, yeah,” she couldn’t help but get a sense of satisfaction every time she got to tell someone that.

“Wow, fancy,” Gigi chuckled. “I’m going to FIT.”

“Well, that’s not too shabby either,” Jan chuckled as she went to pay for the sheet music.

Gigi shrugged as she rang everything up. “I guess, if you ever need someone to tailor your costumes,” she mused with a light laugh.

Jan grinned as she swiped her card. “You should give me your number, might take you up on that,” she winked.

She looked up in surprise - did that actually work? “Sure, um, here,” she scribbled her number on the back of the receipt. “Let me know how your audition goes.”

“Oh, I will,” Jan assured with a bit of a smirk as she left.

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joley can i have some jangi/goodesport with 26 + 32 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

anything for you uwu

26. “Here, take my jacket.” / 32. “Please just come home.”

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Gigi had watched it all go down, and she was horrified. The fight seemed to have only been started so Jan’s girlfriend could end their relationship, and in public no less. It infuriated her to see Jan treated that way, and all she knew now was that she had to be there for her friend, staying by her side as they walked out of the club. 

Jan was sniffling, shivering, she stayed silent just to keep from crying. The only thing she could take solace in was that she wasn’t alone, she hated being alone when she was upset, it only amplified the negativity. 

“Here, take my jacket,” Gigi whispered, draping it over Jan’s bare shoulders. 

“Thanks,” she murmured as she pushed her arms through the sleeves. “God, I hate that you had to see that. I just feel so stupid, I can’t believe I let it get this bad.” 

Gigi frowned, wrapping her arm around her, hugging her from the side. “You have no reason to feel stupid. You responded like any normal person would, and don’t deserve to be treated like that.” 

Jan didn’t quite smile, but she was frowning less. “Thanks,” she exhaled. “I don’t know what to do now.” 

“Please, just come home,” Gigi replied. “With me, to mine,” and when Jan nodded, she continued to walk her back to her apartment.

Jan dropped her body like dead weight onto Gigi’s couch as soon as they were inside. She picked her head up only to watch Gigi go into her bedroom and come out with sweats and a t-shirt.

“Here,” she tossed them to her. “That little tube dress can’t be comfortable.” 

“But it’s sexy,” Jan replied, finally able to laugh at herself. 

Gigi rolled her eyes fondly, relieved to see Jan in better spirits, but still gave her the courtesy of turning around while she got changed. “You want anything to eat? Drink?”

Jan shrugged. “Just some water, maybe,” she decided, watching Gigi again as she left to and returned from the kitchen. “Thanks,” she said before taking a big swig from the water bottle before suddenly getting quiet again, gaze drifting down to the floor. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just…” Jan hesitated, chewing her lip and looking out in front of her. “I know how you feel about me. And… I wouldn’t be here if that bothered me.” 

As much as Gigi wanted to react positively, she had to take the confession with a grain of salt. “Jan, your relationship just ended, are you sure-”

“I’ve known for a while. I’ve had time to figure it out,” she sighed. “I just didn’t think I deserved you.” 

Gigi sat down beside her and hugged her tightly. “Well, I never, ever want you to feel like that. And nothing has to happen between us, at least not tonight, I just want to be there for you and make sure you’re okay.” 

Jan smiled wanly and nodded. “You’re right,” she conceded. “It’s enough to just be here with you.”

[missjanjie]

8 & 11. goodesport

8.  “There’s only one bed.” / 11. “A woman’s sexuality is a moving target.”

*clenches fist* and there was only one bed

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Gigi and Jan were in the same theatre camp, and the group was on their first overnight field trip of the summer. They’d just checked into the hotel and got room assignments - the pair of them carried their luggage to room 409 and set their belongings on the floor. 

“Huh,” Jan furrowed her brows as she looked around. “There’s only one bed.”

Gigi tilted her head, perplexed. “That’s weird. Should we go tell someone?”

But the other girl didn’t seem bothered by it. “Nah, it’s fine. It’ll be like a sleepover.”

“You share a bed with your friends at a sleepover?”

“You don’t?” 

She blinked, then sat on the edge of the bed. Was she the weird one here? “It never occurred to me that it was an option,” she explained. 

Jan smiled and shrugged. “It’s fun,” she said simply, then looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Shit, that ride was longer than I thought it was. I’m gonna get ready for bed,” she told her, pulling a pair of shorts and a tank top from her bag and beginning to undress. 

And Gigi had started to do the same, but she was still holding her pajamas in her hand when she turned and caught sight of Jan in a state of near-complete undress and she froze in place. The logical part of her brain that was screaming at her not to stare was completely drowned out by an overwhelming wave of horny teenage infatuation. 

When Jan had finished getting changed, she turned and noticed the way Gigi seemed nearly in a trance. “Gigi? You good?” she asked, waving her hand in front of her face. 

“Huh? I-I… yeah, yeah I’m good,” she assured, despite the fact that she knew her face must be as red as it felt. 

Jan wasn’t convinced, nor was she completely oblivious. “You know, I didn’t know you like girls,” she remarked offhandedly. 

Gigi shrugged. “A woman’s sexuality is a moving target.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I read it in a book once and thought it sounded cool. But I kinda take it to mean like, I just address being gay when it comes up on its own.” 

“Like when you’re checking me out?” Jan teased. 

She looked away again. “I mean… you can’t really blame me, can you?” 

Jan chuckled softly, laying down on the bed and letting her eyes rake over Gigi, curious to see if she would change with the same casualness she’d used. “I’m not mad at it, especially if it means I get to see something too,” she teased, leaning over and playfully flicking up her skirt. 

Gigi giggled and lightly swatted her hand away, then smirked. “I’m not opposed to that.”

[missjanjie]

hi i absolutely love your writing and your total drama drawings (the jackie one is so spot on!) anyways I was wondering if i could request some sport goode (what are we calling this) smut? or jankie. whatever is it ill read it lol

thanks! and also i got a prompt for gigi being babied so enjoy lmao

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Jan is a very affectionate girlfriend. She’s attentive, doting, Gigi knew she’d lucked out as soon as they started dating. 

What Gigi didn’t realize was that doting affection also translated into the bedroom. That much was a pleasant surprise, and quite possibly her favorite part. Even though she considered herself a top (and Jan was undoubtedly a bottom), she enjoyed just letting herself be taken care of every now and then. 

This was especially true on days that left her stressed and anxious. She would come home and not even need to say anything - Jan would just know and jump right into action - starting off by simply giving her a hug and gently guiding her into the bedroom. 

Gigi laid on her back, still but pliant as Jan undressed her and showered her body in gentle kisses once her clothes were discarded on the floor. 

Jan took her time, not leaving an inch of skin untouched, listening to the soft, pleased sighs Gigi let out, feeling the way her exposed body reacted under her lips and fingertips. She moved back up, kissing Gigi’s lips tenderly before moving back down her neck, occasionally leaving little hickies that stood out against her pale skin. Then Jan moved down to her sternum, eyes flicking back up to her face before moving over each breast, tongue languidly circling her nipple. 

It wasn’t to tease Gigi - Jan knew there was a time and place for that, one that was different from now. But she was taking her time to make sure she was properly relaxed, the way one would feel when getting a massage. By the time Jan’s lips traveled down past Gigi’s lower abdomen, she knew her girlfriend was ready for her. She nudged her thighs apart, starting by just massaging her clit with her thumb. 

After a few moments, Jan worked in one finger, then another, building up a steady pace. Her eyes were trained on Gigi’s face, watching the way her face flushed red and listening to her moans. She waited until she had worked her nearly into a frenzy before easing her fingers out. Before Gigi could complain, Jan moved between her thighs, her tongue taking over the job her fingers had. 

Although Jan couldn’t hear her as well, she could feel from the way Gigi’s body moved that she was getting her closer and closer to her peak. So, she kept going, her hands gripping onto her thighs and never slowing down until she was certain Gigi was spent. Once she was, Jan kissed along her inner thighs before moving back up to lay beside her. “You feeling better now?” she asked gently, pushing Gigi’s hair off of her face.

“Much,” Gigi breathed out, her chest still rising and falling heavily. Suddenly, she couldn’t even remember what had been bothering her. Jan had sent her to a place of complete bliss. 

“Good,” Jan kissed her forehead. “I’m gonna order something for dinner, then we can eat in bed, watch a movie. I want you to take it easy for the night.” 

Gigi grinned warmly. “Well, if you insist.”