“I think you need to relax,” Symone observed as she walked into the studio where Gigi was busy toiling away on her latest piece. “This thing isn’t due until the end of the month.”
Gigi rolled her eyes and blew off her friend’s concern. “And the more I get done, the better. Only one design is getting picked for the runway and I am not letting Mik win again,” she huffed. “It’s bad enough she got the best score on the midterm project, I fucking bled for that, Symone.”
She sighed and shook her head. “You are worrying too damn much about what that bitch is doing. You only gotta make sure you get that degree, it’s not a competition, it’s college.”
“It’s both!” Then, under Symone’s judgemental gaze, amended, “it could be both…”
“It could also be how you develop a stomach ulcer.”
While they were going back and forth, neither of them noticed that they were no longer alone in the studio. While it was the school’s studio and they didn’t have exclusive rights to it, it was often occupied solely by Gigi at odd hours of the night. So, when they realized someone else was working there, they were both startled. And when Gigi realized who it was, her expression soured immediately. “Can’t you use a different room?”
Mik looked up, over at the other two girls, then back at her piece. “Nope,” she answered while continuing to sew.
Symone could see where this was going and turned right for the door. “I’m not sticking around for this mess,” she remarked as she left.
“You trying to steal ideas?” Gigi accused once Symone left.
“Didn’t know you were in here,” she replied without stopping her work. “Not my fault you’re paranoid.”
Gigi huffed and crossed her arms, no longer able to focus on her project. “Well, it’s a little suspicious that you just happened to be here at midnight. Who does that?”
“You, apparently.”
“Yeah, but–”
Mik cut her off with, “maybe you’d do better work if you weren’t so obsessed with me.”
She sputtered and turned red as she scrambled to find her words. “As if, you’re giving yourself a little too much credit here.”
“Whatever you say, gorge,” she shrugged. “It’s cute, though.”
Gigi grumbled quietly as she went back to her work, ignoring how red she still was. She didn’t care what Mik thought of her and she definitely didn’t care if she thought she was cute. Not at all.
A/N: I know I said I was taking a lil hiatus but... It’s been so long since I’ve been in school that I forgot no study session is complete without being extremely productive on the wrong thing. Or is that just my ADHD? 😝 - Sinner
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Denali knew she was fucked. Holy shit. Rosé was married. Happily too from what it looked like. She and Mik were a hot couple. And Denali couldn’t deny she was attracted to them both, but something about Rosé just... there was an attraction and Denali was no fool. Her love was not unrequited. Rosé felt something too.
Denali couldn’t help herself. Like a moth to a flame, she tried her best to get closer to Rosé. It wasn’t hard. In fact, it was far too easy. Rosé’s beautiful smile drew her in, and Rosé let her guard down around Denali. She shouldn’t have. Didn’t she know Denali wanted her?
Worse yet, Denali liked Mik. A lot. It would be one thing if Rosé’s partner didn’t deserve her but it was clear they were well suited for each other. They were a cute couple. They were perfect. Fuck.
But Denali was alone with Rosé right now and she was so tempted to kiss those soft pink lips... grab those curvy hips... touch those gorgeous big tiddies... fuck... Rosé’s smile was melting her heart. It just wasn’t fair. She needed to see Rosie smile at her like this all the time.
Denali imagined what it would be like to push her against the counter and just take what she wanted. Rosé would melt against her and they’d take it to the bedroom and she’d strap it on for Rosie and part her long legs and push deep into her, making her moan and sing so pretty as they fucked for hours, and Rosé would beg for more and Denali would tease her a bit but give it to her. She’d leave marks all over that soft pale skin, and she’d make sure it was so good Rosé would be back for more. She’d be the best lover she ever had...
But then Mik came back and Denali had to sigh as Mik claimed Rosé’s sweet pink lips and her radiant smile and Denali was left only with her daydreams...
Hi I would love some gottmik/gigi maybe based off their recent hangout?
With the amount of people at the party, with the volume of the music, Mik and Gigi didn’t have a whole lot of time alone together until things started to die down. They were giddy and drunk, hanging all over each other as they made their way outside the venue, leaning against the wall and sharing a joint.
“Been forever since we had a minute together,” Gigi remarked offhandedly as she exhaled the smoke and passed the joint back to Mik.
“Yeah, you didn’t have boobs the last time I saw you,” Mik chuckled before taking a slow drag, tilting his head back and blowing the smoke upward.
She grinned, “aw, you noticed!”
He scoffed playfully, “of course I noticed, shit’s as affirming as when I got rid of mine,” he retorted and nudged her lightly.
Gigi laughed, then her expression settled into a warm smile, “I missed you, you’d think living in the same city, we’d be able to see each other more often,” she mused, putting out the spent joint with her stiletto heel.
“I’ll have your people call mine, we’ll do lunch,” Mik joked, then let his arm loop around her waist, “til then, why don’t you come back to my place?”
Gigi’s lips quirked into a smirk, “so that’s the type of night we’re having, huh?” Then, after texting Symone and letting him know she wouldn’t be coming home tonight, she looked at Mik expectantly, “well? Let’s go.”
“They say to keep an eye on this one,” Symone remarked as the cabaret performer took the stage.
Mik chuckled, gaze fixed on the stage, “don’t need to tell me twice, gorge,” he assured, taking a sip from his wine glass.
And sure enough, the performance was captivating, it had him entranced from start to finish, to the point where he nearly missed her saying her name – Olivia – before exiting the stage, “that’s the most gorgeous angel I’ve ever seen.”
“Keep it in your pants, though,” Symone teased.
Mik rolled his eyes, “I didn’t even bring it with me, leave me alone,” he huffed. But that didn’t deter him from seeking out the manager and asking for the opportunity to meet her – and with the reputation attached to his name, it was easily fulfilled.
“Oh, hello,” Olivia greeted cheerily when the manager introduced her new company, then furrowed her brows, “you look familiar.”
“Right, uh, here,” all of the smooth charm Mik had went right out the window as he haphazardly fumbled for a business card to hand to her while saying, “you were incredible out there, I don’t see a lot of acts include singing and burlesque.”
She smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear while she tried not to appear awestruck or flustered when she recognized the famous last name on the business card, “it’s an honor to hear that from you.”
Mik swore he could get lost in her smile, and it took damn near everything to keep himself appearing unaffected, “I’d love to take you for lunch sometime, pick that talented brain of yours,” he said, then focused his energy on not embarrassing himself with enthusiasm when she said yes.
Denali never sleeps – it’s something he jokes about often, but it was starting to raise concerns with his boyfriends, so they decided to take action one morning.
Neither Mik nor Rosé would be up at eight in the morning if they didn’t have to, but as soon as Denali started to sit up, they pushed him right back down. “Not today, gorge,” Mik shook his head, “you’re sleeping in.”
“Is that why y’all wanted to go for so many rounds last night?” Denali asked, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.
“Not no,” Rosé answered with a light laugh, “but you’re not getting out of this, you’re burning the candle at both ends, now, back to sleep.”
Despite some whines and protests from Denali, he eventually acquiesced and fell back asleep for another couple hours and once awake, he saw Rosé making breakfast in the kitchen and asked, “you’re cooking?” with surprise in his voice.
“I sure am,” he hummed with a proud grin, “and Mik is walking Donut, you’re not lifting a finger today.”
He beamed warmly and put his hand over his heart, “aw, you guys are so sweet,” he cooed as he sat down. “You don’t have to dote on me, getting me to sleep in was accomplishment enough.”
“You know that’s not gonna happen,” Rosé chuckled as he set a plate in front of his boyfriend, “now eat.”
if you’re not taking little prompts anymore then ignore this but what about gottrosnali babysitting little baby jankie bernadette?
“So… what do we do with it?” Mik asked, looking down at the baby sitting on the living room floor.
Rosé pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s not an ‘it’, she’s a baby. And the primary goal is to keep her alive, which I know is a tall order with you two.”
Denali scoffed. “Please, it can’t be that much harder than taking care of a dog, and Donut’s fine,” he assured, then looked down. “Is Donut gonna eat her?” he asked as he watched the dog sniff at Bernadette’s head.
“She’s not, but if she were, your reaction time is shit,” Rosé retorted, then looked down to see Donut licking Bernadette’s head while she giggled and bounced. The three of them cooed at the sight, all of them scrambling to get their phones out to record it.
“What does she eat?” Mik asked when lunchtime approached. “She doesn’t breastfeed, does she?”
Denali and Rosé stared at him blankly. “Whose tits is she sucking on? She’s got two dads!” Rosé answered, then opened the refrigerator. “I have her bottle and a jar of baby food, which do you wanna give her?”
Mik hesitated. “Can I pass?”
“Sure,” Rosé shrugged, “you can change her diaper instead.”
His face contorted in horror and disgust. “I’ll give her the bottle,” he mumbled.
“For the record,” Rosé remarked, “you’re still an idiot for waiting until the last minute. I had to borrow a dress from Jan.”
Mik shrugged. “That would explain the weird length,” she retorted. “Look, we’re here, just stay in character and try not to get so shitfaced at the open bar that you try to take a bridesmaid back to the hotel room.”
The ceremony had gone off without a hitch. It was the reception where they had to put their ‘relationship’ on display. “So, if your transphobic relatives see you with a girl, would they be happy because it’d be a ‘straight’ relationship?”
“Dunno. Guess it’s a double-edged sword for them. But they’re not the ones we’re concerned about,” Mik explained as they sat at a table with her cousins around the same age.
“How did you two meet?” One of them prompted.
Rosé launched right into her prepared answer. “At a mutual friend’s party. We locked eyes from across the room and I just couldn’t resist.”
“And yes,” Mik chimed in, “she’s always this dramatic.”
“You know you love it,” she cooed, fluttering her eyelashes. “C’mon, gimme kiss,” she puckered her lips expectantly.
Mik had to admire Rosé’s commitment to this as she leaned in and kissed her in what she hoped passed as a loving manner. Truth be told, she realized she liked kissing her a lot more than she expected, stealing another one without thinking.
But the smug grin on Rosé’s lips made it clear once they sat back upright. She winked at her, making it clear that there was plenty more where that came from.
