I have a s12/14 ask…. And it’s totally okay if you say no but could you do Gigi waking up from a nightmare and bosco consoling her? Idk why but I feel like I need that in my life💋
Late night comfort
Bosco was startled awake at Gigi's growing pleas. Her face contorted into a grimace of pain and fear. She was gripping the sheets. "No, please don't…" Gigi's voice haunted them. It sounded so real, as if someone was hurting her.
Bosco hated Gigi's nightmares. They had only seemed to have gotten worse over the past few months. They hated how helpless it made them feel. All they could do was to be there for their girlfriend, to help her through it the best they could.
Bosco put their hand on Gigi's shoulder to shake her awake. "Geeg, shhh, it's just a dream. I'm here." They were gentle, but firm in their movements. Gigi stilled as her eyes flitted open. "Hey." Bosco's voice was gentle.
Gigi sobbed into Bosco, the dream had felt so real. Bosco soothed her through the worst sobs, waiting for her to calm down enough to talk. Bosco kept whispering sweet nothings into her ear, reassuring her that they were there for her. Gigi's breaths calmed down, her sobs turning mute.
"You probably don't want to talk about it." Bosco could feel Gigi shake her head against their chest. "Thought so. Want to play riddles?"
"Not really." Gigi's voice was hoarse from all the crying. To Bosco's relief, her breathing had evened out.
"Which one is bigger: a preschool, a middle schooler or an adult?"
"An adult, obviously. Do you take me as someone that's dumb?"
"Bzzzt, wrong! A preschool is a building. That's obviously bigger than an adult." Bosco felt proud of their bait and switch. At least, it seemed to have worked on distracting Gigi from what bothered her. "I don't know many building sized humans, do you?"
"I hate you." Gigi groaned, flopping off to her side of the bed. The blanket that had been engulfing the two of them fell on the floor, leaving Gigi's midriff fully exposed.
"Bzzzt, also wrong. You love me." To prove their point, Bosco kissed her nose tip. Gigi giggled at the brush of air against her face.
"No, I really do." Gigi stuck out her tongue to surprise Bosco, who pulled back.
Bosco still hovered over Gigi, with a mischievous grin that only grew larger when they saw realisation dawn on Gigi's face.
"Don't. You. Dare." Gigi warned, however it was too late.
Bosco's hands were over her, tickling her exposed stomach to a response of loud shrills Bosco could swear only kids were able to make. "You've just been visited by the tickle monster." They continued their onslaught on Gigi's body, tickling her under her arms and moving away when her arms came down to remove theirs.
"Bosco!" Gigi's involuntary laughs didn't cease for a moment during their onslaught. "This is childish, stop it."
"Not until you give." Bosco paused for a short moment to hear the sweet words of defeat.
"Never!"
"Suit yourself." Bosco was right back at it, this time varying her attacks by blowing air onto Gigi's skin. The wet air gave Gigi a new sensation of torture, making her squirm even more than before.
"I give, I give." Gigi let Bosco have this victory. The two of them laid next to eachother as they caught their breaths. Bosco put their hand on Gigi's face to cradle it. A wave of gratefulness washed over Gigi. What Bosco had done might have been annoying, but it did work in the end."Thanks."
"Anytime. Do you want anything hot to drink?"
"Some tea would be nice."
"Sure, I'll get it for you." Bosco closed the distance between them, kissing Gigi sweetly before sliding off the bed. "Would you like to come with?"
writing a goodesco texting fic until i get too tired to write and give up
no literally that's the idea. it doesn't format well since it's tumblr and it won't be good but it will be goodesco so that's fun anyways here's a fic
I’m really bored, baby
that would be a fun text to get if it was meant for me
but i don’t think it was
who is this?
Oh. You’re right. I’m Bosco
hi bosco i’m gigi
Hey Gigi. I’m bored
…ok? cool? shouldn’t you text the person you were originally trying to reach about this
instead of me
This sounds much more fun tbh. And Daya’s probably out anyways
Please entertain me
i literally don’t know you. why would it be my obligation to entertain you
I said please
are you five?
So... wanna play 20 questions?
no
that’s boring
You’re boring. Checkmate bitch
why am i still talking to you if you’re just going to BULLY me like this
You love me <3
no <3
(But she did, or at least she would grow to love her in the future)
It’s hot out today
bosco
i played 20 questions with you last night how are you still bored
New day, new me
you’re stupid
You’re supposed to ask me how hot it is
…fine. how hot is it, bosco?
Hotter, now that you’re here
that would work better if you’d ever seen me before
i could be a robot for all you know
No robot would be named Gigi
bet
??????
(She wasn’t a robot, but she was looking forward to hearing from Bosco. For some reason.)
Gigi
Gigi
Hey Gigi
what
what do you want
Love <3
i’m leaving
No wait come back I’m joking
How are you?
i’m going out later, so i’m getting ready. pretty good i guess
you?
Going out? Do you have a boyfriend or something?
no boyfriend. no partner either, just some friends.
you didn’t answer the question
Better, now that I’m talking to you
rough day?
Yeah. Got misgendered a lot at work
shit. that sucks, i get it
what do you do for work?
Barista
hmmm you’re the only reason i’m alive
What’s your go-to?
Drink, I mean
iced chai latte with oatmilk
Gay
yes. i literally told you that during 20 questions
you asked if i was single in this conversation and i said “partner”
but no you’re right this is what makes me gay
Oatmilk doesn’t lie
I’ll make you one someday, if I haven’t already
I mean we have the same area code. We’re in the same city, after all
i’ll look for a barista named bosco, then
i expect only the finest iced chai latte with oatmilk
And you deserve it, princess
(She didn’t want to think about why she suddenly got so blushy. If you asked her, it was because she thought of something embarrassing. Definitely not because of the barista haunting her texts, of course not.)
hi bosco i’m tired
You texted first!
Hi, baby
hi
boscoooooo
i havent slept in like two days
Why??
idk didn’t feel like it
made a cute dress though. worth it maybe
I know it’s 3pm but please go get some sleep
ok gnight sco
see ya
Sleep well, baby
(She had dreams of coffee shops. She chose to ignore it)
bonjour madame!! first, love everything u do sm and second for the asks thingy thang
goodesco, "I can't believe we just did that."
hi!! ty sm doll 💕
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Bosco shrugged as she lit a cigarette. “I can. I mean, seemed kind of inevitable if you ask me.”
Gigi couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Inevitable? Really?”
“Well, yeah,” she answered without missing a beat. “I’m hot, you’re hot. We’re both horny like, all of the time. How else was this supposed to end other than with us fucking?”
She conceded with a nod before pulling her hair up into a messy bun. “Can’t argue with that logic… does that mean repeat encounters are on the table?”
Bosco laughed as she put out the cigarette butt. “Obviously.”
Bosco and Gigi finally had the day off together and were not wasting any precious time. They had been watching some sappy romcom Jasmine recommended but quickly grew bored. Completely randomly, Gigi suggested a simple kiss, to show how ya know, real friends who don’t have a thing for each other kiss because obviously they could do it. Of course Bosco agreed and that is how they got into this situation.
Bosco was on top of Gigi, her hands pining Gigis wrists to the bed as their lips traveled down her throat. Gigi moaned deeply and threw her head back into the pillows, giving Bosco all of the area she needed to mark up.
“Fuck me.” Gigi exhaled, her eyelids closed tightly as Bosco made her way to Gigi’s breasts, nipping at the tender flesh.
“I plan too.” Bosco huffed, their eyes looking up at Gigis blissful face. Gigi squirmed in Boscos grasp, growing impatient as Boscos tongue barely graced her nipple. Instead of sucking on the pert nub, Bosco decides to tread further down Gigis body, making the brunette whine and mewl. Bosco chuckled darkly before kissing the girls stomach.
“I’m getting to it babydoll.” Gigi moaned again as Boscos sucked a dark hickey on her stomach, her thighs pressed tighter together. Bosco continues to kiss before stopping. So lost in the pleasure. Gigi opens her eyes and the loss of sensation. She looks down to see Bosco staring at a her stomach, their eyes thoughtful as their grip slackened. One hand leaves Gigi’s wrists and traces the jagged skin. Gigi squirms again as Bosco looks at them, curious eyes meeting lust filled ones.
“Where’s you get that thing doll?” Bosco asks. Gigi squirms, turning her head to avoid Boscos gaze, panic filling her stomach like a sink hole.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Bosco coos, her free hand cupping Gigis jaw. Gigis eyes meet Boscos blue ones, beginning to blush again. “It’s just wanna know.”
Gigi huffs, her eyes watery. “It’s nothing. Just some stupid ugly scar from when I was a kid.” She says quickly, her free hands tracing Boscos sides. Bosco rolled their eyes and kissed Gigi gently. Gigi smiled, finally getting what she wanted, but she soon grew frustrated feeling no sense of fire or desire behind the kiss.
“It’s not ugly.” Bosco says firmly against Gigis lips. She lifts her head and crawls back downwards for Gigis navel where the scar cut through. Bosco leaned down, their hands now gripping onto Gigis hips. They pressed multiple kisses along the scar, giving what Gigi perceived as pure kisses. Her throat closed up and her eyes watered.
Bosco finished their trail and meets again at Gigis head. Their eyes glowing in dark room, piercing into Gigis soul. They lean down and kiss Gigi gently, lips barely pressing against Gigis. She closes her eyes and melts, letting her head flood with a rush of that sickening fuzzy feeling.
“Guess Im going to have to show babydoll.” Bosco whispered, almost like a vow. Gigi didn’t have time to question what Bosco meant before she threw her head back and moaned loudly.
i'm so sorry these are so late!! they keep turning into around 1k word oneshots oops <3 hope that makes up for it!!
“Are we locked in here?” Bosco says, trying the handle again. It doesn’t budge.
“Apparently,” Gigi replies, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, exasperated. She was having a rough day already, and now she’s stuck in a room with Bosco—not that she didn’t like Bosco or anything, it was quite the opposite. Bosco was tall and intimidatingly pretty with a quick wit and contagious laugh. Bosco was a wheezing laugh and long legs and pointed brows.
She's not prepared to be stuck in a room alone with them. Not today, not tomorrow, and probably not ever, at this rate. It doesn't help that the only thing going through her head is Oh God, I’m nervous to talk to her.
Bosco turns around, coming to sit next to her against the wall. She pulls out her phone, seemingly shooting off a text or two, then puts it down. “Okay, well, it looks like we’ll be in here a while, then. Hi, I’m Bosco,” she introduces.
“I know,” Gigi replies, before she can even stop herself. She cringes and hurries to correct herself, “I mean, I’ve seen you around! Sorry, that sounded weird.”
Bosco laughs. It’s a contagious sound, and Gigi finds herself giggling along with her, even if she’s laughing at herself. “I’ve definitely seen you around, but I never caught your name. What’s your name, baby?”
Gigi feels her stomach flip at the pet name, and she replies, “Gigi. Gigi Goode.”
“Pretty,” Bosco says, simply, “I like it.”
Gigi takes a moment to consider. Should I…?
“Thanks! Picked it out myself,” she grins, and it’s worth it for the way Bosco barks out a laugh. Bosco leans in every time they laugh, and Gigi decides that she wants nothing more than to make them laugh as much as possible for however long she has their attention.
“So did I! I don’t think you actually thought I was given the name Bosco, though,” they agree, a matching grin on their face.
“Maybe not. I like it, though.” She decides right then that she likes their smile just as much as she likes their laugh. It’s excited but there’s also something a bit shy about it, and it lights up her face beautifully.
Getting locked in a room with Bosco was doing nothing to help her get over her crush on the other girl.
“So, Gigi Goode,” Bosco starts, “tell me about yourself. Give me all the juicy details.”
“Um… I’m 24? And I live with my friend Crystal in an apartment a few blocks away. Oh god, what’s a juicy detail? I like horror movies but I always get scared?”
Bosco nods. She looks genuinely interested, but she’s worried that she’s going to bore her, so she tries to find a way to end her monologue gracefully. “And I do wigs and stuff. Like, for drag queens, mostly, but sometimes not.”
She winces. So much for an eloquent ending.
“What kind of horror movies? My favorite is Hellraiser, probably.”
“Nightmare on Elm Street. My last roommate’s dog was named Nancy after her, and I always called her Nancy Thompson when I'm mad at her, like when she pushed a jewelry box I bought for Crystal to the ground when I put it on a chair and it broke.” She stops for a second, coming back from her memory and blushing at her sudden inability to keep her mouth shut. “Sorry, that's super boring.”
“Don't apologize, it's cute,” she says, and Gigi's stomach swoops at the words, but she's not done. “Wait, you said Crystal… is there a chance that it’s Crystal Methyd?”
“Yeah, that’s right. How do you know Crystal?”
Bosco grins again, and if Gigi wasn’t so interested in how she knew her roommate she would’ve let herself soak up the moment. Maybe another time.
“That’s Daya’s half sister! My best friend, Daya Betty—”
“Oh my god, you know Daya?” she cuts her off, the joy of finding a shared connection making her lips pull up into a wide smile. Bosco’s echoing grin does nothing for the butterflies in her stomach.
“Yeah, she’s my best friend! I bully her all the time, I love her to pieces.”
So even after they got out of here, they might have a chance to talk to each other again. Gigi makes a note to ask Daya if she’s throwing a party soon—she suddenly feels like she shouldn’t have missed the last few.
“I love Daya! I’ve been around her a lot because of Crystal, and I’ve been to a few of her parties, which are always fun.”
Bosco perks up even more somehow. “You have? Which ones? I’ve been going a lot more recently, I’ve was super busy before but I quit one of my jobs so now I—”
She’s cut off by a knock at the door.
“You guys still in there?” A voice sounds through the door, and Bosco snaps up, hoisting herself to her feet and stepping closer to the door to reply.
“Yeah. You think you can bust us out?” Gigi doesn’t know the voice on the other side of the door. She curses it for being here to get them out, even if she knew it would happen eventually.
There’s sounds of a key being turned in the lock, and then the door opens to a person that Gigi thinks she’s seen around before, but she’s not sure. “Okay, here. Hi, Bosco, you’re out now and I gotta go. Jorgeous is waiting on me,” she says, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and then she’s off before either of them can say anything else. Bosco snorts, looking amused, and turns to Gigi.
“That was Jasmine. She’s just like that,” they explain, and Gigi nods.
“She has a lot of energy,” Gigi says, getting to her feet. She joins Bosco at the door, and she sighs to herself when she realizes that they’re poised to go the other way.
The moment was over. Her chance with Bosco? Gone.
“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” Bosco asks, and Gigi nods. See knows it’s dumb, but she’s sad to be let out of the room. What were the odds that one fifteen minute conversation would actually get her anywhere with Bosco? They’d probably just wave at each other every once in a while and call it a day.
“Yeah! I’d like that,” she says, choking down all of the other things she’d rather say.
“I wish we were still stuck in the room, just so we could keep talking to each other.”
“I’ve wanted to talk to you for months and I wish I talked better so you would want to keep talking to me.”
“I want to go on a date with you because I love your smile and think you’re funny.”
“I don’t want to be just some person you pass in the halls.”
“I’d like that,” Gigi says again.
“Okay, well, I’ll see you on Monday, I guess,” Bosco takes a few steps backwards, and Gigi hopes that she’s not showing her disappointment on her face.
“Yeah! Yeah, uh, see you Monday!” Her laugh sounds forced, but she can’t take it back now. She turns and walks down the hall, towards the stairs. She just has to go to her car and then she can go home and curl up on her bed and mope about everything—
“Wait, Gigi!”
She looks back, and Bosco’s taking long strides to catch up to her. “Would you… could we talk more sometime? We could go grab coffee, or something. Like a date.” Bosco looks sheepish, and Gigi melts at the expression. Gone was the smooth talking, confident Bosco that intimidated her, instead leaving a shy grin and fidgeting hands.
Gigi liked this version of Bosco, too. Gigi can feel her smile splitting her face, but she doesn’t care, too elated to worry about how she might look.
“Yeah! Yes.” Bosco nods emphatically. It makes her look like a bobblehead. It’s cute.
“It’s a date, then. Come on, let’s walk—I know a cute place a block or two away,” Gigi says, and Bosco falls into step beside her. She can’t keep the smile off her face, but she can see Bosco grinning triumphantly out of the corner of her eye, so she does nothing to stifle it.
gigi goode and bosco trapped in an elevator together
Decided to use some of that plot from the Gigi finds Bosco annoying fic title thing.
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Gigi did her best to ignore Bosco. If she stared hard enough at her own reflection in the elevator, maybe she would make it out alright. At least they hadn't tried speaking to her, a small comfort when sharing a small space with someone you couldn't stand. Only 10 more floors and she'd be able to run away for the day, unless she'd be cursed enough that Bosco would go to the same meeting in the same room as her. She hoped and prayed that wouldn't happen.
As if the universe had sensed her bad energy, the lights in the elevator went out and with a slight thud, it had come to a complete stop. Great, just her own great fucking luck. Now she's stuck with one of her least favourite people in the universe.
"Are you afraid of the dark? Do you need someone to comfort you?" Bosco's first words during the entire disaster made the hairs on Gigi's neck rise.
"I'm doing just fine, thanks." Gigi kept her rejection short. Anything more or Bosco would find an opening to annoy her further.
Gigi's cold stare wasn't as effective when you couldn't see her angry eyes. Bosco was undeterred by it and her demeanour. With nothing else to do but annoy Gigi, Bosco pressed on. Their eyes had slowly adjusted to the darkness, finding Gigi's silhouette where they expected it to be. Riling Gigi up further seemed as good as any activity they could be doing in the darkness while waiting for the power to turn back on.
Cornering Gigi was easy in the cramped space of an elevator. Without the aide of visual cues, Bosco would need to flirt with their body instead."Hm, are you sure about that?"
"I'm sure." The heat of Bosco's body pressing against her made it difficult to keep her composure. All she could hear was her own heartbeat thundering away like the traitor it was. She hoped Bosco couldn't hear it.
bosco/gigi “i’m sorry i can’t stop staring at you.”
"I'm sorry, I can't stop staring at you." Gigi blurted out. She wasn't even that drunk, at least if you asked her.
"Stare all you want baby." Bosco joined Gigi at the bar, taking the seat right next to her.
"Do you come here often?"
Bosco flashed her a smile in amusement, "that old line huh, do you want to take me home or something?"
"Uhm." Gigi's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She took one last sip of her drink to allow her some time to think. "Maybe?"
"You're lucky that you're cute." Bosco took out their credit card to catch the attention of the bartender. "Two more of whatever this pretty lady had."
"You don't have to do that."
"I insist."
Bosco paid for their two vodka cranberries, then took one of them up to toast. Gigi did the same. The glasses clinked together.
"Cheers."
"I never quite got your name. I'm Gigi."
"Name's Bosco, but I'm pretty sure you'll be screaming it later."
Gigi just about choked on her drink at the audacity of this woman she was drinking with. It would be a lie if it didn't make her more interested in where the night would lead. "I can't wait."
“I really want to kiss you right now,” Gigi confesses, her chin pressed to Bosco’s shoulder in a way that was rapidly becoming a habit, even in the short time they had known each other. From her position pressed against them, she could feel more than hear the sharp intake of breath at her words.
A second passes, just enough time for Bosco to collect their thoughts, before she feels their hands gently nudge her back far enough in their lap to be able to look her in the eyes. “Why don’t you?” they question, a look on their face Gigi had only seen a few times before but had never been able to identify, “It’s obvious that I like you, baby.”
Gigi hums, a small sound in the back of her throat. Bosco was right, it wasn’t hard to piece together the clues—the pet names, the flirting, the way they were always touching each other when they were together. It was enough to give Gigi the confidence to confess in the first place, knowing that it would be a logical assumption even if she had misread the signs. But she didn’t have to worry about that, because she hadn’t.
“Can I?” Gigi’s eyes flick down to their lips, which curl into a teasing grin.
“I don’t know, maybe you should tell me how much you want to kiss me again first,” Bosco’s voice is playful, but it has another element to it, one that Gigi silently vows to discover another day. But for now—
