#goodedoll

[petitmonde]

day 1 of begging for gigi praise kink 💙

If you get something short will you leave me alone?

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Tell me

Gigi liked praise. No, scratch that. Gigi loved and breathed for it. She did feel shame about how much she craved it, and for that reason she never talked it. None of her friends could ever know this little secret.

Gigi stirred the pot. It was her turn to cook dinner for the little collective she lived in. She had looked through at least a dozen recipe websites to find something decent that could feed a crowd. She was very much still a beginner, fumbling her way through the art of making something edible. The last time she made something, the vegetables in the oven had burnt and the rice were mushy like glue.

Crystal had laughed, telling her how cute it was that she could manage to mess up that much. Nicky had been a little mean, her barbs as sharp as ever. She quickly backtracked when she saw how distraught Gigi became from her little comments, ordering her to sit down while she fixed the situation.

This time, Gigi was sure that she had nailed it. Only an idiot could mess up soup, and she was almost certain she wasn't one of those. Nicky and Crystal would come home, smell the delicious soup and praise her for her ingenuity. Those sweet words would brighten an otherwise cold and miserable day, she was sure of it.

With 10 minutes to spare before their usual dinner time, Crystal was the first one home. The clacking of her keys with way too many charms and loud shucking of boots were the tell tale sign of her most colourful roommate being home.

"Welcome home," Gigi turned to greet Crystal.

"What are you making?" Crystal asked, getting behind Gigi so that she could rest her head on her shoulder. The concoction in front of her smelled alright, nothing out of the ordinary. But still, Crystal was wary. Gigi could be making any sort of cursed mystery dish, disguising it as ordinary and edible food.

"I'm making soup," Gigi was so sure of herself. Everything was going according to plan.

"Have you tasted it yet?" Crystal had to make sure Gigi didn't mess up this time before anyone else was home.

"No, why?"

"You have to taste food before you serve it to anyone silly."

Crystal grabbed a spoon from the drawer, lowering it into the normal looking broth. With slight worry, she blew on it to cool it down before putting it into her mouth. In a matter of seconds, Crystal had spit it out and doused her tongue in water from the sink.

"Gigi. What in the world did you put in that soup?" Crystal was still reeling from the experience.

"Just vegetables and some salt," Gigi said in a questioning tone. How could she have messed up this time? She had followed the recipe to a T. "What's wrong with it?"

"I think you might have put the Atlantic ocean in there. Just how much salt did you put in?"

"A normal amount. My mother always tells me to salt the water with a good few handfuls," Gigi no longer felt confident in what she had been doing for the past couple hours.

"Gigi, that's..." Crystal put her hand on Gigi's arm for support. She was really something else. "That's what you do for pasta."

"We do have pasta. Maybe I could throw some in to save it," Gigi completely missed the point, clueless as to why Crystal strengthened her grip at her statement.

Crystal's snort took Gigi by surprise. "You really are something else. You're so wonderful, please never change."

Crystal's kind words made Gigi forget all about her faux pas with the soup. A few words were all that it took to make Gigi's brain melt away in a puddle.

Nicky found them wrapped into a tight hug when she came home, quiet as a mouse. She found great amusement in startling them.

"So what are you two up to?" Nicky asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh uhm. I'm just telling Gigi how proud I am of her," Crystal replied, her tone wavering. She broke off the hug, now aware of how awkward it was with a spectator watching them. "She's been doing really well lately," Crystal didn't elaborate on what she meant by that.

Those extra few words of positivity thrown Gigi's way had her wanting for more. What she didn't count on was it being Nicky who gave her what she needed.

"That so? Our little Gigi has been a good girl for us?" Nicky was only teasing, finding amusement in getting Gigi's attention at something that small. Very interesting.

"Yeah," Crystal stammered out. Whatever Nicky's endgame was, she wanted nothing to do with it. "Gigi has been a good girl."

"I think that should be rewarded, no?" Nicky was now close, invading both of their personal spaces. With a finger, Nicky turned Gigi's head towards her. "Do you want to be a good girl for me too, hmm?"

Gigi was weak in the knees, and could barely swallow her spit. More, she needed more. "Yes."

[missjanjie]

It's still missing Goodedoll hours for me, so maybe some casual intimacy HCs? So nothing necessarily racy.

- they always help each other put on jewelry. it doesn’t matter if they need help or not, there’s always something so gentle and tender about the simple action. it’s like ✨that moment✨in a coming of age movie but they’re just going out for sushi

- you know the famous lesbian makeup meme (the one recently recreated by two certain queens)? they love doing that, usually unprompted. generally, gigi will see nicky sit at her vanity and straddle her lap to do her makeup. practical? nope. hot? absolutely

- nicky is very much a physically affectionate person, which gigi kind of anticipated, being french and whatnot. and gigi was never the touchy-feely type, but it feels so natural with nicky. they’re always stealing kisses or have a hand on each other in some way or another

[thecollectionsof]

here!! a new fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

wanna read about crystal leaving thirsty comments on instagram live? well you've come to the right place

[zwritestuff]

Hi hi hi may i have some 4E goodedoll (with a happy ending bc im soft) 💗

god i’m so sorry this took so long and it’s so short. but hopefull you like it babe!

4. “You’re too good for me.” / E. Secret Admirer 

“You gotta be shitting me,” Gigi mumbles, looking back and forth between the crumpled piece of paper in her hands and Nicky. There’s no way this is happening.

Nicky cocks a brow, amused. She clutches the small bouquet of daisies, taking a temptative step forward. “Does this mean you’re disappointed?” She inquires carefully, chewing her lower lip. She had been leaving notes on Gigi’s desk for four months now, reminiscing of the times in high school someone (usually a man) would do that for her instead.

It always put a smile on her face when she caught Gigi giggling as she read the notes, the blush on her cheeks visible despite being on opposite sides of the office. Now, it makes her skin crawl to think Gigi is disappointed to find out it’s her.

Gigi sucks in a shaky breath, crumpling the note in her closed fist. “No, not at all, it’s just…” She leaves the words hanging, unsure of how to express her feelings. “You’re too good for me. I just— I don’t feel like I deserve your attention.” 

Nicky tilts her head. Though it’s true she and Gigi are in different positions regarding the hierarchy of the company, she never thought the seemingly stone cold, cutthroat Gigi Goode would say something like this. In any case, she expected her to say Nicky didn’t deserve her.

“But darling, you deserve nothing but the best, and I’m afraid that would be me.” Nicky shoots her a cheeky smile, making Gigi giggle. 

They stare at each other for a moment, before Gigi motions at the daisies. “I think this is the part where you give me the flowers and ask me out on a date,” she says sheepishly, and Nicky smiles widely.

[lesbiantemult]

shut up they’re so cute 🥺

[imalwaysaslutfordrag]

I was wondering if you could do a royal au Nicky x Gigi with the prompt “As per the rules of the tourney, I am granted one wish: I wish to marry your daughter” 🥺👉👈

This prompt has been in my inbox for a while because I am working on making this an actual chaptered fic because I love it so much. So please bear with me as I only give you a small snippet. I don’t want to spoil too much of the first chapter! (And thank you anon for this ask because it literally sparked so much creativity in me, you have no idea.)

“As per the rules of the tourney, I am granted one wish: I wish to marry your daughter.”

Gigi rolled her eyes as yet another armor-clad “warrior” fell to the ground in defeat. The reigning champion, some prince from a neighboring kingdom threw his hands up in victory. Gigi’s father gave a hearty chuckle and applauded the boy. 

That’s what he was, really. 

A boy. 

Hardly Gigi’s age, barely a whisper of hair on his chin. She only knew because he took off his helmet every other round to wink salaciously up at her. He wasn’t unattractive, she knew that objectively. Still, she couldn't seem to stomach the knowledge that his intentions were to court her. 

The crowd went wild as the fallen man stumbled off into the throng of onlookers. 

“Anyone else?” The king called. Gigi selfishly hoped there weren’t any others. Her feet were killing her. 

Unfortunately for Gigi’s feet, and general sanity, the crowd parted a moment later, revealing another contender. 

Gigi groaned aloud.

“Genevieve,” her mother scolded.

Gigi rolled her eyes but forced a smile as the new challenger made his way over to where the royal family sat. An unfamiliar family crest was displayed on his armor. Gigi noted the emerald falcon on the breastplate.

He bowed respectfully, but paused a moment to look up at her. Gigi sat up straighter, feeling the stranger’s eyes bore into her through his helmet.

They held eye contact, or what would be eye contact for what felt like forever before the challenger turned away to face the young prince.  

The challenger drew his sword slowly, purposefully, and for some reason the noise made Gigi’s skin crawl. 

The young prince didn’t waste time. He ran toward the stranger, throwing his full weight behind the movement of his sword. The challenger knocked the sword to the side with barely an ounce of effort. 

This seemed to throw the prince off.

He made another attack and the challenger simply knocked his sword aside again. 

The crowd was getting restless as lunge after lunge was met with a single beat of the swords against each other. He never made an attempt to attack the young prince, just knocked his sword away.

“He’s tiring him out,” Gigi realized aloud.

Her father just smiled. “I like him.”

“He’s cocky.”

“How could you know that?”

“I just do.”

Her father just smiled knowingly and turned back to face the fight.

After several minutes of this back and forth, the young prince was breathing heavily. His movements were less calculated. 

The challenger finally made his move. He knocked the prince’s sword away and struck him once on the shoulder, once on the leg, and twice in the chest before the boy fell to his knees in the dirt. 

The crowd cheered raucously. They always loved an upset.

The new champion looked around at his adoring crowd and bowed to them. Gigi could practically see his smirk under the helmet.

Her father called for more competitors and one after the other the champion knocked them to their knees. He hardly broke a sweat.

Gigi got more and more annoyed as time went on, the man becoming more and more brazen with his fighting. 

Finally, the crowd got the memo that no one was beating this new warrior and no one came up to challenge him. 

The king beckoned him forward with an outstretched hand. The man approached slowly and finally spoke in a clear high voice.

“As per the rules of the tourney, I am granted one wish: I wish to marry your daughter.”

The king looked to Gigi who simply rolled her eyes. Of course, he would want that. 

Gigi knew her father wouldn’t marry her off to some knight without her permission, but her stomach still turned regardless.

Her father simply smiled, “It is customary to look at a king when you are speaking to him.”

After a beat of silence, the champion sheathed his sword and pulled off his large helmet... revealing long wispy blonde hair. 

The onlookers gave an audible gasp.

It was a girl.

Gigi choked on her wine, nearly spitting it all over her new dress. The young champion noticed her struggle and barely hid a grimace. Gigi could feel the girl’s eyes boring into her soul.

Gigi’s father cleared his throat to break the sudden tension in the stadium.

This should be good. Gigi smirked to herself. This cocky wannabe was about to get her ass handed to her. And Gigi had a front-row seat.

“How about dinner first? We can talk of your prize then.” 

Gigi’s mouth must have hung open long enough that she got a bug down her throat because the next second she was choking on something, spluttering curses, and ramblings that went nowhere.

The champion smiled politely, clearly biting her tongue and wanting to insist. She bowed to the king.

Bowed.

Not curtseyed.

Bowed.

Gigi noted the way the young woman walked off into the crowd, sauntering like the men who came back from the piers late at night. Gigi used to watch them come in with the tide, all fresh-faced and giddy. She knew what went down at the piers.

The woman, their dinner guest, disappeared as quickly as she had come, blending in impossibly with the still dazed crowd. 

[thecollectionsof]

"six" sentence sunday

it's not six. it is sunday. let's do it anyways. also sidenote: this fic is around 3k now but it's not as polished as my normal fics. would you still be interested?

@thegigigoode started following you

@thenickydoll started following you

Fuck. 

Suddenly, every stupid joke in the comments seems like a glaring mistake, and a few captions feel like they’ve gone way too far. She never expected Gigi or Nicky to notice her during the streams, much less… this. Whatever this was.

She quickly scrolls through her posts, cringing at her feed. She stops on a picture of her from just a few weeks ago, one she thought she looked good in. She’s wearing a knitted rugrats sweater dress with large stuffed hands attached so low that they hit the floor, paired with a blonde wig adorned with too many colorful hair clips and a pair of orange glasses stuck in at an angle. Her makeup is mostly purple tones, matching the purple heels. She’s proud of the look, but now that she knows Nicky and Gigi follow her, she’s less proud of the caption.

looking good(e) enough for the dolls to come wife me up @thegigigoode @thenickydoll

Her joke seemed less funny now that she knows there’s a chance that they saw it. Was it creepy, now that they seemed to be giving her their attention, to still speak about them like this? 

At least she had posted a few normal posts before it, so maybe they wouldn’t see it, if they even took the time to scroll through her page at all. Yeah, she thought to herself, they’re literal celebrities. Of course they don’t have the time to—

@thegigigoode liked a post

Shit.

@thenickydoll liked a post

Or not.

[thecollectionsof]

I wanna eat your brain and have your current Goodedoll thoughts (decided to mix it up)

Nicky always sexy. Gigi always on the mind. Pls indulge.

i've been sitting on this one for a few days, but i figured now would be a good(e) time to do it. sorry to keep you waiting, love!!

(it gets a touch spicy under the readmore. just a bit, as a treat)

crystal's roommate and friend rock is the one to set her up with nicky. gigi was starting to believe that maybe she wasn't meant to be in a longterm relationship, and one particularly lonely friday night as she was lounging on their couch and complaining about how she was destined to die alone rock cuts her off with an "actually? there's someone i want you to meet"

(she later explains that it's because they're both scary, gorgeous, and huge nerds. but at the time, all gigi knew was that nicky was french, gay, and rock's best friend.)

rock leaves the room to make a quick call, and when she comes back she tells gigi to go to a cafe a few blocks away at 10 the next day, and to dress cute. so she does, because what else does she have to lose?

she doesn't know who to look for. what do french people look like? that's all she knows about her, other than being rock's friend. maybe she's wearing pastels like rock so often does?

"are you gigi?"

and holy shit nicky is so much hotter than she expected. not that she had anything against rock's friends—in fact she liked all of the ones she'd met so far—but she wasn't expecting a tall, french model. a tall, french model who she'd come to learn snorted when she laughed, told bad jokes, and wanted to compliment her so much.

a french model who looked at her and told her authoritatively to finish her water when she joked about not having any that day, and who called her a good girl when she did. a french model who grabbed and then kissed her hand when she started playing with nicky's rings. a french model who smirked and told her that she was cute when she blushed, and then apologized profusely when she spilled the ice from her water cup and got on her knees to help pick the ice up from the ground

gigi had always heard that you shouldn't kiss on the first date. she broke that rule that day, and then that night, over and over again.