she lives in daydreams with me

gigi. 26. radio host. music lover.

[gigikovach]

i was walking by the beach and saw regina kovach! I wonder what they’re doing here all by themselves. they’re apparently confident and straightforward, but also self centered and possessive. When I think of them, I think of high heels, bustiers and big mirrors. Well, I hope to run into them in the future! (26, cisfemale, she/her)

introduction

born in portland, oregon, she was raised in an upper class suburban neighborhood. an only child, spoiled and a little bratty, who never heard the word ‘no’ before.

gigi has a passion for music, and she used to be the vocalist in a band she joined during her gap year before college. eventually, the band split up due to relationship drama with her and another band member.

she has a bachelor’s degree in communication, and she is currently working as a radio host at cornell fm. she’s very well liked by her audience and loves her job, though she does miss performing sometimes.

as much as regina claims she doesn’t have a type, she certainly has a weakness: she is physically incapable of resisting a hot musician. something about the energy on the stage she can’t resist replicating in the bedroom.

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: it's late, wanna come over?

luca: mmm is it? i can get behind that

luca: BECAUSE

luca: IT WAS IN EVERY COMMERCIAL

gigi: depends

gigi: what u wearing?

gigi: idk i'm getting the feeling you could name all the ponies if i asked lol

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: it's funny bc i'm the one who handcuffs you to the bed

luca: i read that in the my little pony tune and i cannot breathe

gigi: omg will you look at the time

gigi: looks like it's....:::.: time for you to be the one in handcuffs

gigi: why do you even KNOW that song luca

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: whoa there

luca: who thinks she's a dom now?

luca: i kinda dig it

luca: i AM a little slut kahfk

gigi: are you questioning me?

gigi: yes you are 🥰

gigi: my

gigi: little slut

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: you have a point there, kovach

luca: are you gonna make me beg for it?

gigi: that depends

gigi: are you gonna earn it or are you just gonna beg like a little slut?

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: in fairness u can't really stutter via text

luca: pftt smartass

luca: lmao

luca: is that a promise?

gigi: when do i stutter anyway, though

gigi: you wanted a mark, did you not?

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: what about the drummer? huh? isn't he allowed some action?

luca: i love it when you get protective over me

luca: mark me, gi

gigi: i said what i said and i didn't stutter

gigi: ...you're a clown

gigi: i'll brand u like cattle

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: for real?

luca: you mean it's "imma fuck you" good?

luca: that's like

luca: the highest form of praise

luca: are you aware of that

gigi: yes

gigi: but

gigi: if anyone else thinks that you have to scrap the whole song i'm sorry

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: *sends a demo of lover of mine*

luca: i want your full opinion

luca: pls and thank u

gigi: hmm...

gigi: i think

gigi: that if i weren't fucking you already, i might just for how good that song is

[gigikovach]

text 📨 lugina

luca: hey love

luca: we just wrote a song with alaq

luca: i would love to hear what you think about it

gigi: hey sexy

gigi: i'd love to hear it!

[gigikovach]

cartwrightluca·:

luca laughs. he thinks gigi is funny, which is one of the best compliments he can give to another person. when his body is hovering hers, her back against the sofa, luca kisses her lips several times. small kisses that show adoration. “is that what we’re doing tonight?” he chuckles. “i wouldn’t mind.” would he really? no. everything is sexy when he’s eating it off gigi. luca bites his lower lip at her confession. “me too,” he smiles and leans in for another kiss. he adjusts himself so now both legs are on either side of hers. he kisses her deeply before moving to her neck, the flesh right beneath her earlobe. he’s learned all her sweet spots. it’s memory to him. not hard at all. “so… make up sex?” he wiggles his eyebrow at hers once they’re face to face.

♡

“it could be,” she replies. “what if i ate my cheeseburger and fries off of you instead?” she teased. she was hungry, but luca was distracting her—not that she’d complain. gigi hums softly as luca kisses her neck, her favorite spot. he really knows how to get her. she chuckles when he asks if they should have make up sex. “oh, luca, is that all you think about?” she frowns. she’s just playing though. she manages to roll herself over so she’s laying on her stomach, so he can undo her strappy top (and “accidentally” rub her ass against him). they’ve had sex a million times since they broke up, but tonight feels so different.

[gigikovach]

cartwrightluca​:

“i don’t care, my opinion is the only one that’s valid,” he teases. it’s so relieving to come back to their flirty nature, knowing that everything is going to be alright for them. when her arms are around his shoulders, he deepens the kiss, leaning forward a bit more so she’s about to fall on the rest of the sofa. when she teases him about tasting like onions, luca rolls his eyes with a smile. “mmm? turns out you have a weird kink with onions? why didn’t i know that?” he teases back and kisses her once again, his body now hovering hers. “i love you,” he whispers against her lips. they’d been so close to lose each other forever, it felt like. and now he couldn’t wait to forget all about it. he wants her. now and always. 

♡

“yes. i am but a doormat, daddy,” she replies, even though she knows that’s not how he meant it, she can’t help but try to be funny. luca doesn’t pull away from her kiss, instead he leans into it, and gigi falls back onto the couch. “are you kinkshaming me?” she raises a brow. “so what if i fantasize about you eating caramelized onions off me—let me live,” she joked. “i love you too, luc. and i fucking missed telling you that.” it always felt like it was on the tip of her tongue when they were together, just like she always almost held his hand when they walked next to each other. all of it was a reflex to gigi, who had never moved past the stage of denial in their breakup. 

[gigikovach]

cartwrightluca·:

when she answers affirmatively, luca can feel his heart break all over again. he can’t believe it. he needs it to be a lie. he needs her. more than she will ever know. she makes him feel better about him, she makes him want to be a better person. warts and all. “gigi i-” but she interrupts him and he can feel himself breathing again. sure, they fucked and it felt great. but he didn’t know she was on the same page as him. and when she tells him she loves him… his whole world starts spinning. there’s hope. there’s hope after all. a smile creeps on luca’s face, a soft happy smile. “you’re not a nightmare, gi. and i love you. i love you so much,” he chuckles nervously. “it’s never too late. you and me, gi. you and me are such a magnetic force. we can’t deny it. look at me,” he scooches closer to her and cups her face. “i want to give us another chance. more than anything in the world. i’ll still send you fuckboy texts if you want, but i want you to stay the night. every night,” he breathes out and leans in for a soft kiss. 

♡

“i think you’re about the only person in the world who doesn’t think i am,” she chuckled. regardless, she always tried to be the best she could be for luca, just as much as he did for her. “i love you too,” she replies, and she’s so relieved that luca feels the same way. she was worried that ship had sailed for them, so she’d settle for their weird exes with benefits deal they’d had going on. “you’re right. i couldn’t stay away from you if i tried.” she throws her arms over his shoulders and kisses him back eagerly. she probably would get off on his little fuckboy texts still, but she knew it was very likely there would be no need for texting—they’d probably be together all the time. “hmm,” she said, pulling away and licking the tip of her finger. “you taste like onions.”

[gigikovach]

dczzic·:

dezzie looked over at the pair of pants and she couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s remark on the fabric. “i feel like an eight year old’s mind just threw up on them.” she mused, shaking her head as she continued to look through the rack. her hands rested upon something that for one, she herself would never wear, but she knew just who would. the girl held out the purple and pink, long sleeved, collared shirt that was littered with tacos and cats. the girl smiled widely, nodding her head. “of course i am. i’m not going to wear it, but i’m definitely picking one of the boys to force them to have to wear it at least once.” she hummed, sticking it underneath her arm. “i mean, come on. how ridiculous would that be to see on any one of them.” 

♡

gigi chuckled and agreed with dezzie. “these should not be made in adult sizes. ever.” she put it back down on the rack, though there was a part of her that wanted to buy it, burn it in a ritualistic séance to make sure it couldn’t haunt her. “good, cause you’re cute and all, but you couldn’t pull that off,” she said. “that’d definitely be a sight, yeah. one that would require to have a photoshoot for posterity.” it was a funny shirt, definitely way too bold for gigi to consider it wearable. “what’s new with you, anyway? i feel like i’ve been living in isolation ever since i started working later hours. i hadn’t seen the sun in days.”

[gigikovach]

cartwrightluca·:

“i wasn’t going to comment on the smell, but now that you mention it,” he jokes, hoping to make her laugh somehow. “alright, alright! let’s eat,” luca chuckles and sits down next to her to sink his teeth in his own burger. it has caramelized onion, which is his favorite thing ever. he barely notices when she starts crying, and his first instinct is to wrap his arms around her, but she starts talking and he sets his food down and listens to her intently. it’s true what she’s saying, he would never make a comment on her appearance to make her feel bad, she is always gorgeous and he reminds her that daily, even now. when she calls him angel, his heart skips a beat. he’s always loved that nickname. and when she’s done talking, luca wipes whatever food he might’ve had with the back of his hand and he clears his throat. he shifts in his seat and leans forward, elbows on knees, hands playing with his own rings. “what do you mean?” he asks softly. not daring to look at her. “you wanna stop?” luca’s voice is hoarse, but he doesn’t mean it to be. it would break her heart to lose her altogether. he stays silent for a few more moments before looking up at her. “you know i think the world of you, gi. but…” he sighs. “if you think this isn’t working out…” he wants to tell her he misses her. every morning when he wakes up and every night when she’s not around. “i don’t know what to tell you.”

♡

“i-i do,” she replies softly. she doesn’t, of course; she simply doesn’t think she can handle it much longer. plus, she knows when luca starts dating again, it’s going to break her. “do you think it’s working out?” she asks. because maybe if luca does, she can change her mind. it wouldn’t be hard for her to do that, specially since she doesn’t want to be away from him at all. gigi can’t help but think about their breakup, how the whole thing had been her fault. but what she remembers most is that she expected luca to chase after her, and she just let him go when he didn’t. she wasn’t gonna let that happen again. “fuck it, forget i asked. don’t answer, just listen to me. you... are the most incredible man on this planet. i’m sure of that. and the sex is great, the sex has me replying to your fuckboy texts at three in the morning and driving out to your place. and i’m a nightmare, i’m sure, but i’m in love with you. i want you to give me another chance. if it’s not too late.” 

[tjsplace]

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name: gi  picture:

ringtone: she - harry styles last text: u up?

[gigikovach]

cartwrightluca·:

“i wish i didn’t, but yeah, i know,” he sighs. brandon was always a jackass to luca, and he didn’t like the guy. especially now that gigi is so upset by something he did or said. luca listens to her and he feels bad, he feels like he should’ve protected her somehow. but he knows he’s not her bodyguard. still, he wishes there’s something he can do. right now, it’s listening. “of course,” he smiles softly and opens the door to hop out of the car. when it’s locked, luca makes his way upstairs to the third floor, carrying all the food, gigi by his side. he unlocks the door and flicks the lights on. sets the food on the table and looks over at gigi. he sighs. “you wanna eat right away? you can take a shower if you want. maybe some tea?”

♡

“are you saying i need a shower?” she teases, raising a brow. “honestly, i probably do,” she agreed. “maybe later.” preferably not alone. “i’m starving, luca. if you keep yapping, my food’s gonna get cold.” she sat down on the couch and bent down to undo her heels and take them off. she was quiet for a bit as she ate her burger, really just processing the events of the night, but mostly thinking about luca, and how he was always so good to her. she was trying to hold it together, as she always did, but a few silent tears escaped her. “it’s funny, you know. i’ve always known how great you are, the type of man you are, but tonight put it into perspective so much,” she said. “he was berating me for the clothes i’m wearing, calling me names. and all i could think of was you. when i went out in a short skirt, all you’d ever do is tell me i look great. it would never even cross your mind to tell me to go home and change.” which was honestly, very much the bare minimum, but that didn’t make luca any less respectful of gigi’s autonomy. “none of it is news to me, i’ve always known you’re an angel. i’m just saying, all i could fucking do was think of you. i think that’s all i ever do.” she sighed. “we can’t keep doing this anymore. i can’t keep doing this anymore, luc.”