“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.
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.”
ok i haven’t seen all of these gigi/mik clips before and like... i feel like there’s some wasted potential here 👀 https://www.instagram.com/p/CNWHYIxJESH/?igshid=1yuox2wbfcbo
It had started out very simply, harmlessly even. It was just supposed to be a little joke, maybe a PR stunt. Really, it was Gigi and Mik seeing what they could get away with if they started going around and acting like they were dating. Now, two weeks down the line, everyone and their mother was fully convinced they were in a relationship.
Symone looked at his two friends with a quirked brow. “Look, I’m not trying to say I told you so, but-”
“So don’t say it,” Mik retorted flatly.
He rolled his eyes. “You, especially, should know better, what with the whole ‘Crygi’ fiasco of last year,” he said to Gigi.
“That’s different!” Mik cut back in. “Gigi was like, in love with Crystal, they couldn’t help how that spun out. We were just fucking around… and actually fucking, but we weren’t about to confirm that officially.”
Symone pinched the bridge of his nose. “For fuck’s sake, you guys…”
Gigi huffed, their cheeks reddening. “Hey, it’s not like you’ve never been tempted to hook up with another queen,” he retorted with a pointed glare.
“But I didn’t.”
“Look, we get it, we’re in over our heads. Just let us work this out,” Mik said, and to his relief, Symone seemed to accept that, putting his hands up in surrender and leaving. Then Mik turned to Gigi. “So, how do we work this out?”
Gigi shrugged. “Start dating for real?”
He opened his mouth to respond, then furrowed his brows. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” he admitted.
There was a pause where Gigi had to choose their next words carefully. They could be honest and own up to the real feelings they had for Mik or they could play cool and coy and let this game drag out a little longer. “I’m not,” they said on an exhale.
As much as Mik suspected this might be the case, it still surprised him to hear Gigi confirm it. “Oh, well… good. I was hoping you weren’t.”
Gigi smiled softly, then leaned over and kissed him. “I guess we’re doing this for real then.”
Gigi didn’t know when she ended up in the bathroom with Mik. She had arrived at Symone’s party an hour ago, ran into Mik sometime after that. They were both more drunk than they had planned on getting, and she could only guess that one thing led to another. Because there she was with her top pulled down under her bra and her skirt hiked up.
She tilted her head back and arched her hips up. “Oh fuck, fuck, feels so good,” she moaned out.
Mik came up from between Gigi’s legs. “We’re gonna get caught if you don’t shut up,” she warned sternly.
“Sorry, sorry, please don’t stop,” she begged in a voice that was uncharacteristically high and needy. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe she was just too damn horny to think straight.
And Mik couldn’t have said no to her if she tried. So, she gave in. The hem of Gigi’s skirt rested on the top of her head as she dove back between her thighs. It was much harder for her to keep Gigi’s volume in check while she was eating her out, only able to squeeze or smack her thigh whenever it seemed like she was getting too loud.
By the time Gigi came, neither of them were paying too much attention to the noise and were instead banking on the music in the other room being loud enough to cover their tracks. Mik helped Gigi off of the sink, then sat on the toilet seat to catch her breath. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth, you know,” she chuckled.
“And yet you keep coming back for more,” Gigi retorted as she pulled up her panties and smoothed out her skirt. “You a glutton for punishment, Mik?”
“I’m starting to think so,” she laughed. “We keep meeting this way, don’t we? I feel like I should be buying you dinner or something.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say no to that. I can’t remember the last time we hung out sober. Could be cute,” she suggested as nonchalantly as she could muster.
Which of course made Mik smirk. “Are you asking me on a date, Miss Goode?”
a/n: day 24 of prompts from this list. another new ship for me. mik/gigi
featuring: 365 words of mik and gigi exchanging gifts
~~~
“Good morning, gorge! Happy Pride!” Mik wakes Gigi up on the first day of June, straddling them on the bed.
“Morning Mik, baby,” Gigi replies, pulling their boyfriend down for a kiss. “I got you a present.”
“Oh my god, what? I got you a present!” Mik says, laughing about the fact that they’ve had the exact same idea.
“Well, they do say great minds think alike. Now what did you get me?”
Mik laughs again before leaning down to kiss Gigi once more, and then he climbs off of them to get their present. Once their boyfriend is no longer on top of them, Gigi gets up to find Mik’s present, too.
They sit back down in bed next to each other with packages in their hands and smiles on their faces.
“Okay, me first!” Mik says excitedly, practically buzzing as he shoves the present in Gigi’s face. “Open it!”
Gigi grabs it and starts opening it, peeling back the paper delicately.
“Mik, these are gorgeous!” Gigi gasps as they see what’s in the box, a beautiful set of pearl earrings. “I love them so much. And I love you.” They lean forward and kiss Mik, trying to show him how much.
“Love you too, gorge. But there’s one more thing in there.”
Gigi looks back in the box, and underneath the pearls they see a nonbinary flag. They start laughing as soon as they see it.
Mik looks at them, clearly puzzled by this reaction.
“I love it, so so much, but I need you to open your present right now.”
Mik rips the wrapping off, absolutely destroying it, a complete opposite of how careful Gigi was with theirs. When he gets it open, he sees a fancy watch nestled on top of a transgender flag.
“Wow,” Mik giggles. “Do we share a brain? I love it. Thank you, Gigi.” He leans forward and kisses them, getting lost in it.
They get a little preoccupied after that, thanking each other for the presents in a different way. They fall asleep again after, but when they wake up for the second time that day, they hang their flags up right next to each other’s.
