#guys if he gets a mullet im scared i will not be able to let him go
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oh my goodness. im deceased.
#i cannot explain in words how attractive i find this man#genuinely#why is he so attractive to me#wow#wow hes just#guys if he gets a mullet im scared i will not be able to let him go#OMG HES SO HOT#I ACTUALLY CANT#WTF SOONYOUNG#hoshi#soonyoung#mina's thoughts ୨୧#mina talks svt ୨୧#how can a man be this fine#hes literally doing a oeace sign and thats all#yet im frothing in the mouth#goodness#i love men#no i take that back#i just love soonyoung#yeah#i love soonyoung#mina's daily dosage of hoshi ୨୧
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Little Sister (platonic)
This is for the anon who gave me the ask about a 13/14 year old that the boys accidentally turn, and they like to sneak out a lot. I kind of lost your ask but if you see this than this fic is for you.
context: the boys accidentally turn a 13 year old that likes to sneak out a lot, but the boys soon realize that she’s not a bad addition to their group.
warnings: mentions of alcoholism & violence
the boys hadn’t meant for this to happen. they didn’t even know you. they just came back from the boardwalk one day and saw a kid passed out on their couch. not exactly a kid. more like a young teen. marko was about to take a bite out of you before he noticed you didn’t smell human. you smelled like they did. well half. part vampire blood and part human. david had noticed that their glass with the blood in it had been misplaced. the boys put the pieces together and realized you drank the blood. david still wanted answers, so he woke you up by using some mind tricks.
you woke up with a groan while holding a hand to your chest. “what was in that drink?” you asked pointing to the broken glass on the floor.
david bent down to pick up some of the broken glass. “you drank this?”
“yeah! what was in it? it tasted awful!” you asked them rubbing your eyes.
“who are you? what are you doing here?” paul asked not ready to explain to you what exactly you just drank.
“who are you guys?” you asked back.
“i asked you first,” paul snapped.
you rolled your eyes knowing you were going to have to start from the beginning. you were a runaway. your parents were alcoholics and you couldn’t take their crap anymore so you left. while looking for a place to stay you found the cave, and obviously all the “do not enter!” signs made you want to investigate more. when you came in the cave you were super thirsty and ended up finding the glass of blood. you assumed it was wine or something, but when you drank it it tasted horrible. soon after you felt a pain in your chest and you passed out on the couch.
all the boys looked at each other wondering how the hell they were going to explain to you what you just drank.
“so uhh, what’s your name kid?” marko asked sitting next to you on the couch.
“[name], and i’m not a kid! i’m 13,” you replied.
“13? that’s still a kid,” paul chuckled.
you rolled your eyes. “whatever. what are your names?”
paul decided to take charge while david walked away thinking of a way to explain this to max. “well, i’m paul!” he said holding his hand to his chest. he pointed to marko that was sitting next to you. “that’s marko.” he then pointed to dwayne who still hadn’t said a word. “dwayne.”
“who’s the mullet guy?” you questioned.
“im david,” you jumped as he suddenly appeared right behind you.
“so...do you guys live here?” you asked looking away from david.
“yep,” david explained the whole incident that happened years before.
dwayne still hadn’t spoken and even refused to look at you. he was worried about you, and the explanation they were going to have to give to max was making him anxious. paul was worried, but he tried to act like nothing was going on. marko was still processing it all, and did not want to be the one to tell you what was in that drink.
“okay great. now what was in that drink?” you were smart enough to know that they changed the subject on purpose.
“[name], try to understand this,” david paused. “we’re not...human.”
you scoffed thinking this was some prank. “oh really?”
“what you drank was blood,” david paused again. “my blood.”
“EW!” you exclaimed jumping from the couch. “thats disgusting! you have to be lying!”
“it’s true,” paul spoke as he sat on the couchs armrest.
you shivered in disgust. “why did you have your blood in a bottle in the first place!”
“we’re not human,” david repeated. “we’re vampires...and so are you.”
“i’m a what?” you asked not understanding what they were trying to tell you.
david knew that you wouldn’t believe them if they just told you, so he turned around and when he turned back he was completely transformed into his vamp face.
you gasped and jumped back trying to get away from david, but instead you landed in marko’s lap. he grabbed your shoulders tightly so you couldn’t get away.
“this is what we are [name],” david said and changed back into his regular form. “this is what you are.”
“h-how,” you whimpered holding onto marko for some sort of protection.
“in that bottle was my blood,” david said while taking a step closer to you. “i am a vampire,” he took another step. “and you drank my blood,” another, “so now you’re a vampire,” david said while standing over you.
“is...is that true?” you asked paul who was still sitting on the armrest.
“yep! now you’re our little sister!” he said with a big smile on his face.
“sister?” you asked.
“you’re one of us now, so now you stay with us,” david said with a slight smirk on his face.
“but i don’t want to! i don’t even know you guys!” you said getting up from marko’s lap.
“well maybe you should think twice before drinking something from a random cave,” david said. he wasn’t wrong. for all you knew the drink could have been 100 years old and rotten. now that you think about it, it probably is.
“marko!” david spoke stopping your daydreaming. “show [name] her room.”
marko grabbed your arm leading you to the room. it wasn’t far from the main area in the middle of the cave, so there was really no privacy at all. the room was pretty plain. just a bed and some blankets covering the entrance.
“is this kidnapping?” you asked him and sat on the bed.
marko chuckled. “not necessarily.”
“it sure seems like it.”
“well its not.”
“then what it is?” you asked.
“you drank the blood, so now you’re automatically one of us!” you could tell he was getting frustrated.
“what if i don’t want this?!” you asked raising your voice at him.
marko sighed and looked to the ground. “look, i’m sorry if you didn’t want this, but we can’t change it now.”
“you’re telling me that there is no way i can change back?” you asked him.
marko just shook his head and left the room. you laid down on the bed trying to take in everything that they just told you. first, you ran away from home. second, you walked into the worst cave you could’ve ever chosen. third, now apparently you’re a vampire.
as a couple days went on the boys taught you how to calm to urge to eat people, they explained to you that you were half, and then david explained that eventually you will have to kill someone or you’ll be half forever. david isn’t very patient, so when you asked for some time before you make your first kill he wasn’t too happy about it. david has been killing people for decades, so to him it’s no big deal.
at first the boys thought your addition wouldn’t be too hard. then they realized you were a bit of a handful. not even a week with the boys and you had already snuck out twice. the first time you didnt get caught because it was during the day. the second time you did. your friends had told you before you became a vamp that they were having a party, and you weren’t one to miss a party. so you left while the boys were still asleep, and you were planning on coming back to the cave before they woke up. unfortunately, you lost track of time and when they woke up they noticed your disappearance right away.
david was furious. he hates when people don’t do what he says, and especially when it’s people he lives with. he is also slightly worried because a non experienced half vamp could be dangerous. dwayne was more worried about your safety since you’re pretty young, paul was upset that you didn’t follow orders, and marko was worried that you might have ran into hunters or you were badly hurt.
the boys found you pretty much right away. all they had to do was track your scent in the air and follow it. a vampires scent stands out in a group of people. the party was full of young and some older teens. even though the boys are the feared motorcycle gang of santa carla they still managed to get into the house party. david was determined to find you, and nobody better try and stop him.
when the boys found you they basically had to drag you out of there. you didn’t want to leave and they weren’t in the mood to argue. you knew you were going to have to come up with some explanation on why you left the party with a bunch of boys to your friends. dwayne, paul, and marko knew that david was going to let you have it when they returned to the cave, and he did just that.
“why did you leave the cave without permission?! you know that unacceptable!” david yelled loudly scaring marko’s pigeons.
“i went to a party, and because i felt like it,” you said not caring that you were breaking rules.
“you’re on thin ice kid!” david yelled again as the other boys watched from a distance.
“oh yeah? what are you gonna do kill me?” you were pushing his buttons and you knew it. “well guess what? i didn’t choose to be here, so i don’t have to do what you say!”
as time went by fights would happen almost daily, and there was never really a winner. david would usually get tired of yelling and just ignore you for the rest of the night. he still cares about you, but you refused to obey his orders. the boys stopped trying to prevent you from sneaking out. for once, they just gave up and let you do what you wanted.
it was great at first being able to do what you wanted, but that came to an end when your friends started to make rumors about you. it turns out that your friends were jealous that you hung around with the boys, so they decided to talk bad about you behind your back by saying you were sleeping with all of them. soon all your so called friends were no longer looking your way, and that means goodbye party’s. everyone believed the rumors and thought you were sleeping with four older boys.
the boys noticed that you hadnt gone out in a while, but they decided not to ask any questions. you guys still weren’t on good terms, and the boys didn’t want to make the relationships any worse then they already were. marko was the first one to find out about what happened. he had gone out on his usual chinese food run and he came into your room to give you some food he saw you crying softly on your bed. “what’s the matter lil sis?”
when you told marko exactly what happened he was ready to go out and feed from your friends. even if you weren’t on good terms with him you’re still his little sister, and no one hurts you and gets away with it.
instead of letting him murder your friend you decided to take matters into your own hands, and he knew what that meant.
before you took the matter into your own hands you wanted to mend your relationships with the other boys. if they’re the only people/vamps that still care about you then you mine as well get used to them. dwayne is probably the easiest one to gain trust of again. he understood that you are just a kid, and you want to live your life. dwayne isn’t one to make you try hard for his acceptance. a simple apology and you’re already on his good side. paul and marko pretty much go the same way. they really don’t take anything too personal, so if you make them upset they’ll just get over it in like an hour. david is a bit more difficult. he doesn’t like people doing things without his permission. which is exactly what you did. when you apologized for sneaking out all he said was “okay,” and nothing else. he didn’t even look up at you. even if the apology wasn’t enough you already had a plan to gain his acceptance.
“i’m ready to make my first kill,” you said out of the blue. all of the boys stopped whatever they were doing and looked directly at you.
paul immediately grew a smile when he realized you weren’t kidding. “really little sis? you’re ready to become one of us?”
you nodded with a smile.
“are you sure this is what you want?” dwayne asked you. he wanted you to turn, but he didn’t want it if you didn’t.
“yes. i’m sure,” you confirmed.
“well, then what are we waiting for?” marko asked with his mischievous smile making an appearance.
before the boys could pick out a random person on the beach for you to kill, you told them that this was a revenge kill. you wanted revenge on your fake friends that spread a rumor about you. they weren’t about to get away with it.
the boys were eager to watch this go down, so they came up with a plan. marko and paul would find your old friends at the boardwalk and use charm to win them over. once your friends had been won over by the blondes then they’ll take them to the bonfire for a “party”. and that’s where you’ll be waiting to strike.
you knew your “friends” wouldn’t say no to marko and paul. they were just dying to go on a date with one of them.
when you were waiting for the big arrival with david and dwayne you suddenly heard the sound of two motorcycles coming up to your location, and marko and paul whooping.
“remember, this is your first kill. it doesn’t have to be too gory. if you need help just tell us,” dwayne said.
“dwayne, enough.” david said and dwayne stopped talking. david walked up right behind you and whispered, “remember how much they hurt you. remember how much pain they put you through. make them pay for what they did to you. they deserve it.”
anger took over your body and you couldn’t even hear what david was saying anymore. all you could think of is how they just dropped you because they were jealous. now, it’s your turn to drop them from the face of the earth.
suddenly, your vampire face that you kept hidden so well was now out for the world to see, and you were ready for revenge. you could smell their blood in the air as they walked up to the bonfire seeing no party. before you knew it you were jumping the one that was closest to you and biting their skin as deep as you could. you could taste their blood in your mouth as you sucked the life out of them. it was a taste that you never wanted to leave your mouth, but you weren’t finished yet.
your other “friends” were now running for their lives, but you easily caught up to them. one by one you drained the blood out of each of their bodies while ripping their arms and legs to hear them scream. they were all left lifeless, skin white as the full moon, and completely torn apart. you were satisfied. it’s like you were born for this. you felt alive even though you clearly weren’t. with blood all over your face and body you turned back at the boys.
they all looked speechless. they expected you to ask for their help, or to even struggle a little bit. you did the exact opposite. you didn’t need their help at all.
paul was the first one to walk up to you. he picked you up from under the arms and spun you around. “damn lil sis! you’re a natural!”
“yeah!” marko chuckled. “who taught you that?” none of their first victims were killed liked you killed yours.
“how do you feel? any different?” dwayne asked.
“yeah.” you said wiping some blood on your clothes. “different. not sure how to explain it.”
“don’t worry. you’ll get used to it,” paul said patting you on the shoulder.
david walked up to you and put his hands on your bloody cheeks. he looked down directly in your eyes. “congratulations [name]. you’re officially full. you’re one of us.”
#the lost boys#the lost boys david#the lost boys dwayne#the lost boys paul#the lost boys marko#the lost boys star#the lost boys 1987#frog brothers#david the lost boys#dwayne the lost boys#paul the lost boys#marko the lost boys#the lost boys x reader
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Lover’s Fantasia Chapter 4 (Crystal Methyd x Gigi Goode RPDR12) New York
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32286397/chapters/80839384
Summary: February 2020 brings Crystal and Gigi to Las Vegas for the season 12 premiere, and New York City for press week. Meanwhile in Amsterdam, Crystal and Gigi are learning to trust each other again.
but for you darling id do it all again
July 9th, 2021
Amsterdam
“You know... a year ago I would’ve killed for this with Crystal,” Gigi whispered on FaceTime with Symone.
“Oh, believe me, I know,” Symone laughed, and Gigi couldn’t help but smile.
“But it’s... it’s not what I thought it would be like. You know?” Gigi asked. Symone just cocked her head, waiting for her to continue. “The little weekends we had together were so desperate and fleeting. We felt like we had to make the most out of every minute because that’s all we had. But now we... well- it feels like we have all the time in the world here. And we’re just... taking our time. Becoming friends again. I think... trusting each other again. I don’t know. There’s no pressure. It’s just us in Amsterdam. It’s nice,” Gigi explained. “Don’t tell Hunter,” she added, and Symone started to laugh.
“Oh you know I won’t! You could tell him though. He won’t be mad,” Symone said.
“I know,” Gigi sighed. “He’d just be… I don’t wanna worry him. I’ll tell him when there’s something to actually tell him, you know? Right now, me and Crystal are just learning to exist together.”
“Right,” Symone nodded. “Well, Rosy and I are happy for you. We’re glad you’re getting a second chance. And you know Gigi, while being with Crystal again isn’t what you imagined, that might be a good thing. Maybe this will be even better.” Symone said softly, and Gigi hated that her chest ached, hated that her stomach was fluttering. Hated that she felt hopeful again for something with Crystal. When she voiced this to Symone, she was met with a sympathetic smile.
“I can’t imagine how confused you must be. I mean- you two have a lot of history. A lot of shit you’ve gotta work through. And that’s okay. Okay?” Symone tried to stay positive, smiling sweetly.
“Okay,” Gigi whispered. “I just don’t wanna get my heart broken. Again. You know?”
“I know,” Symone said softly, and there were tears in both of their eyes. Old habits die hard. “You look out for yourself. Always put your happiness and well-being first, always. You’re too smart, too strong, too beautiful. You are Gigi Mothafuckin Goode! You’ve got this baby.”
“I’ve got this,” Gigi’s voice cracked, and she swore there were happy tears in her eyes. “I miss you,” she whispered. “Anyways. Crystal, Jaida, and I are going to a sexy leather club tonight, so I’ve gotta go. I love you, bye!” Gigi hung up and started to get ready for the night.
Apparently, Jaida had found a section in Michelle’s Amsterdam guidebook talking all about these gay bars where everyone was clad in leather and heavy piercings, and she insisted on everyone going. Michelle declined, using the time to FaceTime with her husband and daughters, who would hopefully be coming to visit soon. Gigi was hesitant to accept as well, but Crystal and Jaida were both so excited, and she didn’t wanna miss out. Besides, the guys will be sexy, Gigi will be drunk, and Crystal will be... Crystal. Why not?.
So Gigi got ready and went down to the coffeeshop to wait for Crystal and Jaida, hovering by the door. Then she felt her phone buzzing and looked down to see Jaida calling her.
“Hello?” Gigi said into the phone. She immediately had to pull it away from her ear, the pounding music was so loud.
“GIIIIIGIIIIII IM DRUNK!” Jaida screamed, and Gigi let out a small laugh.
“I can hear that,” she chuckled.
“I'M STILL GONNA COME TO THE LEATHER BAR, BUT NOT FOR ANOTHER LIKE... HOUR AND... LIKE AN HOUR AND A... NOT MORE THAN TWO HOURS! I DON'T KNOW! I’LL MEET YOU THERE, I PROMISE! I LOVE YOU!” Jaida yelled, and hung up without getting a response from Gigi.
“Okay then,” Gigi said to no one, putting her phone back in her pocket.
“What?” Crystal said, coming down the stairs. Gigi tried not to look at her for too long, admiring her mullet that had been piled into a messy bun on her head.
“Jaida is at some club, she’ll meet us in a couple hours,” Gigi explained, giving Crystal a knowing grin. “I like the hair, by the way. Very main character of you,” she couldn’t help but add, and her grin only got wider when Crystal let out a loud laugh, leading them outside.
“I want my look to scream ‘my mom sold me to be One Direction’s sex slave’, you know?” Crystal quipped as they began to walk down the bustling Amsterdam street.
“‘Ello luv, I’m Harry. We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Gigi said in her best Harry Styles voice, and they laughed the rest of the way to the club, reminiscing about all the shitty One Direction fanfiction they read in 2012. And then they arrived at the club, and Gigi’s smile immediately fell from her face. “Oh,” she whispered. “This place looks...” she trailed off.
“Scary,” Crystal said, and Gigi quickly agreed. The place in Michelle’s guidebook had unfortunately closed due to COVID-19. So Crystal looked up “Leather gay Amsterdam” on Google and they just walked to the first address. But Google maps took them down three different narrow side alleys, into a side of town neither of them had been to. The street was dimly lit, and Gigi couldn’t help but feel like Harry Potter in the second movie, walking past all the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley. Weird example. It was scary. “So should we- should we go in?” Crystal asked, voice small.
“I guess,” Gigi replied, completely unsure of herself. And so they went into the bar together. Once they got through security and were inside, the first thing Gigi was able to process was the music pounding through her ears, making the floor vibrate. The second thing Gigi noticed was Crystal tightly clinging to her, and Gigi knew she was holding Crystal back just as tight.
“Are you okay?” Crystal yelled into Gigi’s ear. The music was so loud, Gigi could still hardly hear her. “Do you feel safe? We can leave if you want to,” Crystal said, and if Gigi weren’t so scared, her heart would’ve melted.
“Do you want to leave? Are you okay?” Gigi asked.
“I’m asking YOU if YOU’RE okay,” Crystal retorted, and now they were both smiling, despite the glowering man who was standing in the corner of the room with a whip.
“Well, I’m okay. Are YOU okay?” Gigi asked.
“Yes! I’m good. If you’re fine, I’m fine,” Crystal said and held out her hand. Gigi took it, putting on her bravest face. They decided to go to the bar, knowing they wouldn’t get through the night sober. Three tequila shots and two Rum and Cokes each later, Crystal and Gigi were getting less and less nervous about the club. Everyone was actually really nice, and the bartender was funny and knowledgeable about all things Amsterdam. Needless to say, Gigi was actually enjoying her night. Until some ripped, picture perfect dreamboat came up besides Crystal, immediately starting to chat her up, complimenting her hair and outfit, and- no way he just had the audacity to comment on her ass in those jeans. And Crystal was- fucking blushing. Great. Gigi sat rigid at the bar, staring directly at the wall ahead of her, refusing to look in Crystal’s direction. Gigi knew she had no claim over Crystal, knew Crystal had every right to be flirting with this guy. But it didn’t mean Gigi had to be happy about it. And then she heard the dreaded words.
“So... Can I buy you a drink?” The man asked Crystal. Gigi could feel Crystal’s eyes on her, knew that she could see the way Gigi’s shoulders had tensed up, the way Gigi was waiting with bated breath to see what Crystal would say.
“Oh uh... no thanks. I’m good with my friend here. It was nice meeting you though! Have a good night,” Crystal said kindly but firmly. The dude stalked off, but Gigi remained staring at the wall, trying to seem disinterested in everything. She could hear Crystal saying something, but pretended not to hear, instead drinking some random hard cider that the bartender put in front of them. “Gigi!” Crystal exclaimed, nudging her shoulder.
“Wha...?” Gigi said, trying to act clueless, faking a yawn. But she knew. “Did your boy toy leave?” Gigi asked nonchalantly, and Crystal was trying to hold back her laughter, and utterly failing. “Shut up,” Gigi giggled, and they were both laughing now, drinks in hand. “I’m surprised you rejected him. He was hot,” Gigi said once she was able to collect herself. Crystal gave her a funny look, slowly sipping her drink.
“Gigi... with everything going on... how could I be interested in him?” Crystal asked, and what the fuck did that mean? Maybe it meant that they were too busy in Amsterdam to worry about hooking up with random Dutch dudes. Or maybe it meant that Crystal wasn’t looking for anything like that with anyone, and she was just trying to focus on herself this summer.
Or maybe, just maybe, it meant that Crystal still wanted Gigi. Maybe Crystal wasn’t going to break her heart after all. Or maybe they were both just drunk and Gigi was reading into things too much. She never got the chance to ask that night, because right then, Jaida ran up to Crystal and Gigi, obviously plastered.
“HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY BITCHES!”
February 2020
Las Vegas
“We’re in Vegas bitches!!!” Jan screamed. Everyone cheered along with her. Finally, season 12 of Drag Race was premiering and the whole cast was reunited in Vegas. It also just so happened to be the first time Gigi saw Crystal since November.
“I’m trying to get over her, I am,” Gigi said to Hunter one day after scrolling through old pictures and videos of her and Crystal in L.A.
“You set yourself up for failure, Geege. You’re not gonna get over Crystal if you’re driving to Venice Beach with her at three in the morning.” Hunter was right. Gigi was trying to get over Crystal, but deep down, she didn’t want to. Because why would she want to? After all, Crystal was… Crystal.
“Well it’s not like I can avoid her, she’s one of my best friends and-” Gigi paused, biting the inside of her cheek. “And when I’m with her all my common sense just goes out the window,” Gigi felt Hunter’s stare but didn’t look up at him.
“When do you have to see her next?” Hunter asked.
“The premiere, in Vegas,” Gigi said, heart dropping just thinking about seeing Crystal again.
“Great. I’ll come with you,” Hunter said.
“What?”
“I’ll come with you, I will come babysit you and make sure you don’t do anything dumb like sneak out of the hotel in the middle of the night and walk the strip with Crystal,” Hunter explained. “I also just really want to go to Vegas.” Gigi was offended at first, she could take care of herself, but then she realized it truly wasn’t the worst idea.
“Okay,” Gigi agreed. And so the two boarded their plane to Vegas.
“What are you not going to do?” Hunter asked as they walked to the restaurant everyone was meeting at on the Vegas strip.
“I’m not going to do anything that could make me fall for Crystal-”
“Gigi!” Just then Widow, Heidi, and Crystal, who were also walking towards the restaurant from the opposite direction, spotted Gigi and Hunter. Everything Hunter had told Gigi on the plane ride left Gigi’s head because there was Crystal.
There was Crystal, who was running to Gigi, completely leaving Heidi and Widow in the dust. And Gigi couldn’t see anything else but Crystal, running towards her at full speed as Gigi felt her feet start running towards Crystal too. They collided, and the world was suddenly screaming in color once again.
“I missed you,” Crystal whispered, and Gigi melted into the hug. Hunter couldn’t even be mad at Gigi, he just ran up and pulled Crystal into a hug of his own before they all entered the restaurant together.
But now they were on the party bus, with all of the girls from season 12. Gigi sat between Hunter and Crystal, which sort of felt like having an angel and a devil on each shoulder. She wasn’t sure who was which.
It didn’t take long for Crystal and Gigi to slip into their old ways. Sitting together, Crystal’s shoulders and legs pressed against Gigi’s, both of them giggling messes. “Canoodling” is what Jackie had called it when she would tease them in the vans.
“Why am I not surprised?” Jackie joked, pointing a finger at Crystal and Gigi, who both were blushing. Hunter gave Gigi a subtle nudge.
‘You’re setting yourself up for disaster’ she reminded herself.
“Crystal, why didn’t you bring Paul? We’re all dying to meet him,” Jan said. Gigi clenched her jaw, Hunter gave her a look. Crystal let out an awkward chuckle.
“Someone had to stay home and watch Tictak,” Crystal said.
“Don’t your parents live in the same town? Couldn’t they watch your cat?” Jaida said, stirring her drink.
“Uhm-”
“Alright ladies, we all know Paul is really shy, let's move on,” Widow said. Crystal let out a sigh of relief.
“I agree because I have a few more questions for you two,” Jaida continued, crossing her legs and turning to Crystal and Gigi. Gigi felt as if they were being interrogated. “We all know you had your get together in November. We all saw you two cuddling in the back of those vans, or in the Werkroom, or the green room. We just wanna know if there’s a little something going on, that’s all,” Jaida said. Gigi’s breath hitched in the back of her throat. Luckily, Hunter jumped in.
“Believe me, I was with these two in LA. The only thing they did was try not to fall while dancing,” Hunter joked. Everyone started laughing and Gigi hoped that was the end of it all.
Of course, it wasn’t.
“So you guys haven’t even like... kissed or anything?” Jan asked.
“You meddling fuckin kids,” Widow murmured under her breath. Gigi’s face was burning, could they tell? They could definitely tell.
“No?” Crystal said.
“Kiss...kiss...kiss...” Rock M. started chanting. Fuck. Dahlia, Nicky, and Aiden joined in. Of course, Brita, the loudest one there, had to start too. Suddenly everyone was chanting “kiss” like they were in high school and playing spin the bottle. Gigi looked at Crystal, ready to spill out an apology and say they didn’t have to kiss. But much to Gigi’s surprise, Crystal was laughing along with them.
She looked at Gigi and shrugged. Gigi looked back at Hunter who gave her the look he always gave right before she was about to do something dumb. He was clutching Gigi’s arm, his eyes screaming “Don’t you fucking dare,” Gigi just looked back at Crystal, a grin on her face. Gigi removed Hunter’s hand from her wrist, and grabbed Crystal by the waist.
“OH FUCK THEY’RE ACTUALLY DOING IT!” Heidi cackled. Crystal put her hand on Gigi’s face, leaned in, and kissed Gigi. It was soft, light, and utterly perfect despite being surrounded by their season 12 sisters. The kiss lasted a second too long, lingering. Lighting coursed through Gigi, who couldn’t even hear the eruption of cheers, she just fought the urge to kiss Crystal again. Crystal pulled away, giggling but blushing. Jan, Jaida, and Jackie waved their fingers together in the middle of the bus. Gigi could feel Hunter’s pointed stare but didn’t care all that much because she just kissed Crystal Elizabeth Methyd. And god, it was fucking magical and the only thing Gigi wanted to do for the rest of her life. Crystal buried her head in the crook of Gigi’s neck, face burning.
“That’s Vegas, baby!”
Amsterdam
“This is the best idea I’ve ever had!” Crystal giggled, walking through Jaida’s apartment door with all of her and Gigi’s makeup. After passing around a bottle of Dutch Gin, Crystal suddenly suggested that she and Gigi do Michelle’s makeup, each of them getting 1/2 of Michelle’s face.
“Y’all have fun, I’m gonna keep dancing!” Jaida cackled as she danced to the non-existent music. “I fuckin love this song!” Gigi just laughed, mind extremely foggy. She hadn’t drunk that much, had she? The bottle was passed so many times she lost track around her fifth swig. All Gigi knew was that Crystal was glowing. She had been staring at her all night, and really didn’t mind if Crystal noticed. Who cares? Gigi was in Amsterdam, and the only voice of reason in her life was time zones away.
“Okay! Michelle, I am going to do the classic Crystal Elizabeth Methyd face. Gigi?” Crystal prompted, a wild grin on her face.
“I’m... I’m gonna make you orange,” Gigi giggled, pouring out way too much foundation onto the back of her hand. “Shit.” Gigi just smeared it onto Michelle’s face. “Hope you don’t like that shirt too much.”
“My turn!” Crystal took her foundation stick and began to smear it all over Michelle’s face. Michelle couldn’t hold back her laughter.
“How were you two the runners up?” She laughed, causing everyone to start laughing.
“Because Ru is obsessed with me and Gigi is talented,” Crystal giggled.
“Hey! You’re both talented. My daughters came for my fucking head when I read you for your makeup,” Michelle said.
“Oh shit you're a mom, that’s right! What’s that like?” Jaida asked, now dancing with a houseplant.
“Well, it’s a pain in the ass. But I like to think my two girls turned out okay,” Michelle laughed. “No, it’s rough. You know I’m honest...”
“We know!” Jaida, Crystal, and Gigi all said.
“Shut up you bitches! As I was saying, it sucks sometimes. You try to know what’s best for them when in reality half the time you don’t know what’s best for yourself. One day everything’s fine and the next they hate you, and you don’t even know what you did wrong. And all you can do is replay your conversations in your head trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly said to strike a nerve like that. But it’s worth it, you know? I love my daughters more than anything, they truly are my world. It’s worth it,” Michelle said, and Gigi wasn’t even paying attention to what makeup she was doing on Michelle. She was watching Crystal, who was smiling softly while listening to Michelle talk about her daughters.
“And of course, my husband is the fucking best. Seriously, I could not do it without him. He’s the cool dad. Like, when the girls don’t want to talk to me they’ll go complain to him and he’ll try to explain it all to them, that I probably wasn’t trying to be a bitch. I’ll go to them, I’ll apologize, and we’ll move on. The same thing with my husband. It’s not worth it to linger on petty little fights, it’s not, because what’s the point? You’re mad at me, I’m mad at you, then we never talk about it? I hate that shit.” Gigi desperately tried not to look at Crystal, heart in her throat. “It’s a waste of time ladies, don’t stay mad at the people who matter the most. Especially when you’re supposed to be raising two teenagers with that person,” Michelle laughed. Gigi looked over at Crystal against her better judgment. Gigi had never wanted kids, ever. Mostly because she wasn't sure if she would ever find the right person to have kids with. But as Gigi watched Crystal gently blend Michelle’s makeup, being as careful as possible to not get it in her eyes, it didn’t seem like the craziest idea. Gigi added that to the list of things NOT to tell Hunter when she called him tomorrow. She focused back on doing Michelle’s makeup, which didn’t look all too bad, mostly because Gigi was drunk.
“Gigi, what the fuck are you doing to Michelle’s face?” Jaida asked. Gigi hadn’t realized, but she heavily contoured Michelle using an orange eyeshadow. Her eyes were orange, her cheeks were orange, her lips were orange- Michelle was basically completely orange.
“I-Uhm- I did the Crystal Methyd... Method, if you will and tried to be a little more abstract,” Gigi tried to defend the monstrosity that was Michelle’s makeup.
“She looks like Donald Trump!” Crystal giggled.
“Am I really drunk or does Crystal’s side actually look good?”
“Oh Jaida, I have done my makeup drunk so many times, it’s easy,” Crystal said.
“Okay, well, can y’all be done? I’m getting tired of dancing alone, this houseplant can only make me feel so much,” Jaida said. And so they all got up and danced with Jaida, sans music. And when Crystal wrapped her arms around Gigi’s neck, and Gigi held Crystal by the waist, swaying side to side, she couldn’t fight back her smile.
“What?” Crystal asked, a smile also growing on her face.
“Nothing, c’mere,” Gigi whispered, her hand finding its way into Crystal’s curls. Her phone buzzed. Hunter.
“Tell Hunter to shut up,” Crystal chuckled. So Gigi put her phone in the empty coffee pot, not sure what else to do. She returned to Crystal’s side after a moment, who was looking out Jaida’s window at the shining street below them. And Gigi knew better than to reach out and grab Crystal’s hand, but she did. And a certain line was crossed. A line Gigi was desperately trying to avoid crossing. A line that Gigi had blurred before, a line that maybe had always been blurred. There was no coming back from this, there never was, was there? Crystal squeezed Gigi’s hand.
“I don’t know if I can walk up all those stairs,” Crystal whispered.
“If...if we crawl into Jaida’s bed... maybe she’ll go crawl into ours,” Gigi suggested.
“Gigi Goode. You’re a genius.” And so they tiptoed across the living room, as if Jaida wasn’t only a few feet away, and crawled into her bed. Gigi pulled the covers over their heads, hoping Crystal couldn’t see her blushing. “Goodnight,” she murmured.
“Goodnight,” Gigi said, but neither of them made any move to go to sleep just yet.
“Gigi?”
“Yeah?”
“Remember your first night in New York? With Jan and Jackie?” Crystal asked. Gigi tried to make out her expression in the darkness.
“Yeah. Yeah, I remember,” Gigi whispered.
“Yeah, me too. I miss it.” Crystal rolled over, leaving Gigi with nothing yet everything to say. Gigi sat there for a moment, not sure if she had struck a nerve, or hurt Crystal in some way. But then Crystal grabbed Gigi’s arm, lacing it around her waist, lines blurred.
February 2020
New York City
Hunter had suggested that Gigi fly into New York later at night.
“Why?” Rosy asked.
“Because if you fly in later, you won’t have to see Crystal-” Hunter began to explain.
“Why wouldn’t she want to see Crystal?” Symone chimed in.
“I just think it’s best that you try to see Crystal as little as possible during press week,” Hunter said.
“But... but why?” Rosy asked again. Gigi watched as Hunter grew more and more frustrated.
“Because when Gigi is with Crystal she does dumb shit like kissing her,” Hunter shot Gigi a piercing look. He still hadn’t dropped it. Gigi couldn’t really blame him though, she never did listen to Hunter.
“I don’t think it’s a bad thing,” Rosy butted in. “Please explain to me how that’s a bad thing.”
“Because Crystal has a boyfriend-”
“Okay! I’ll fly in later, it’s fine,” Gigi interrupted, desperately wanting to end the conversation. Besides, there was no reason to start another fight with Hunter after she literally kissed Crystal right in front of him.
And so Gigi arrived at the JFK airport at 10 pm and took an Uber to the hotel. She decided that Hunter was right. It was better that Gigi tried to avoid Crystal as much as possible this week, because every time she saw Crystal in person, it just made her miss her more when they inevitably had to go home.
This was for the best. This was for the best. This was for the -
“Gigiiiiiiii.”
What was that?
“Gigiiiiiiii,” A faint voice called from down the hall. Gigi heard the sound of footsteps running down the hallway.
“Crystal! Slow down!” Another voice called.
Then Gigi heard an all too familiar knock, and her heart was in her throat. And though Gigi knew Hunter would be pissed, she grinned as she ran to the door. She opened the door and there Crystal stood, eyes glossy, cheeks flushed. She was obviously drunk.
“Gigi!” Crystal jumped into Gigi’s arms, Gigi could smell the alcohol on her.
“Hi!” Gigi laughed, holding Crystal close.
“Hello! God, I missed you.”
How many times have they said that to each other now? Countless times over the phone in the dead of night, at the airport, in Vegas.
“I missed you too.”
“Crystal? CRYSTAL?!” Gigi heard someone calling. Moments later, Jan walked by.
“She’s in here, Jan!” Gigi called. Jan entered the room, her frustrated expression immediately disappearing when she saw Crystal and Gigi in their embrace.
“I turned around for one minute and she was asking the front desk what your room number was– She also had three Margaritas,” Jan said, walking into the room. Crystal finally released Gigi from her hug, and Gigi didn’t want to admit how cold she felt. Luckily, Crystal held onto Gigi’s arm, resting her head on her shoulder. “Well! It’s your first night in New York, we oughta do something,” Jan said, plopping down on one of the chairs in the hotel room.
“I could do your makeup!” Crystal giggled. And Gigi felt as all the walls she spent the past three weeks building up crumbled to the floor yet again.
“Oh my god! Jackie was coming to meet us here anyway. She got this god-awful wig yesterday, I’ll have her bring it!” Jan squealed, already whipping out her phone to text Jackie. Okay. This was happening. And Gigi couldn’t be mad about it.
“Fuck it,” she said. Crystal cheered.
“Okay! I’ll go get my stuff!” Crystal ran to the conjoined door in Gigi’s room.
“Is your room next to mine?” Gigi asked.
“Of course, where else would it be?” Crystal giggled. Gigi let out an exasperated laugh. Of course. Moments later, Crystal returned with all her makeup. All. Her. Makeup.
“Jackie is on her way!” Jan announced. Crystal sat Gigi down on the bed, they sat facing each other, legs crossed. Gigi felt her heart pounding as Crystal held Gigi’s face in her hands, smearing on the foundation. Sometimes, Gigi would catch Crystal’s eye as she was blending out her foundation, and Crystal would fight back a smile. Gigi was sober, but she felt light headed. Crystal’s hands gently tilted Gigi’s face in a thousand different directions, before letting out a frustrated sigh.
“What’s wrong?” Gigi asked.
“I can’t get the right angle...” Crystal whined.
“Have her lay down,” Jan tried to offer casually, but Gigi could hear the mischief in her voice.
“Smart! Gigi lay down,” Crystal said. Without thinking, Gigi laid back on the bed. This was fine. Gigi was fine. Crystal Methyd was just inches away from Gigi’s face, leaning over her as she laid in bed. Crystal was still clearly frustrated. “One second, I’m not messing up this eyeliner.” Without any warning, Crystal kneeled on the bed before throwing a leg over Gigi’s torso, straddling her. She lost her balance in the process, so Gigi grabbed the side of her legs to steady her.
“Thanks,” Crystal blushed. Gigi couldn’t find the power to rip her hands away. God, was it only three weeks ago when they kissed on the party bus? Why did it feel so long ago? And why did Crystal keep smiling at Gigi like that? Gigi’s heart was in her throat as she held her breath. She had seen Crystal up close before, of course, but this was so different. Crystal made this funny face when she focused. Her eyes squinting, her lips pressed together tightly, brow furrowed. Gigi found herself grinning without even realizing it.
“What?” Crystal asked, a smile tugging at her lips. Gigi started giggling.
“You make a face when you’re focused, it’s cute,” Gigi admitted, chest burning. She ignored Jan’s gasp from across the room. Gigi had forgotten Jan was even there, sorry Jan.
Crystal sat up straight, placing a hand on Gigi’s chest. Dear God, please let her heart stop pounding.
“Well, you’re making a face too,” Crystal said, leaning in close to Gigi's lips.
“Oh really?” Gigi cocked an eyebrow, “what face am I making?”
“I... I don’t know how to describe it...” Crystal whispered. She was too close.
“Your eyes are shining,” Jan called. Thankfully, someone knocked on the door. Jan ran to let Jackie in.
“Jesus Christ, what did I miss?” Jackie said, seeing Crystal straddling Gigi.
“A lot,” they all responded. Crystal finished up Gigi’s makeup quickly but hesitated before climbing off.
“I have this stunning wig for you!” Jackie waved around the gigantic red wig she had brought. “Okay, done!” she said after pinning the wig. Crystal clasped her hands over Gigi’s eyes and walked her to the mirror. When Gigi saw herself in the mirror, she immediately burst out laughing. Of course, Crystal had painted her like a clown.
“Now we’re both clown queens!!!” Crystal giggled, leaning on Gigi’s shoulder. Gigi’s chest burned, and she saw Jan and Jackie whispering to each other out of the corner of her eye. “Smile Gigi!” Crystal said, snapping a picture and posting it. The four of them ended up spending the night on Gigi’s bed, laughing until 2 am. Crystal fell asleep on top of Gigi, and Jackie and Jan took that as their queue to leave. Gigi didn’t bother to wake Crystal up, just tucking her in under the covers and laying down with her. Gigi’s phone buzzed 3 times.
Hunter : I don’t even know what to say.
Rosy : HAHAHAHAH FUCK HUNTER YOU’RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE
Symone : Rosy and Hunter are fighting again. Please come home soon.
Gigi just turned off her phone and tried to sync her breathing with Crystals, wondering where the sun would find them in the morning.
Amsterdam
It was the sun cutting through Jaida’s window that ultimately woke Gigi up. She was instantly greeted with a splitting headache. What happened last night? Why was she in Jaida’s bed? Why was Crystal wrapped in her arms? Gigi saw the empty bottle of Dutch gin on the floor next to the bed. Oh. So that’s what happened last night.
Memories of the night before came flooding back. Jaida and Crystal dancing around the apartment, Crystal and Gigi doing Michelle’s makeup- god, where was Michelle? She probably went to her apartment. It was easier to walk across the hall than up another flight of stairs.
Gigi reluctantly unwrapped her arms from around Crystal and tried to ignore the sudden chills running over her body. It didn’t take long for Gigi to locate her phone which was left in an empty coffee pot. She had a few texts from Hunter but ignored them. He probably wasn’t awake anyway. Gigi desperately searched Jaida’s drawers for anything that could get rid of her awful headache.
“Who needs this many gummy vitamins?” she whispered to herself, pushing bottles to the side. Nothing.
“Gigi...” a groggy voice called. Gigi turned around to see Crystal stretching her arms out towards her. And for a moment, Gigi’s hangover disappeared. She walked back to the bed, sitting down next to Crystal. Crystal wrapped her arms around Gigi, burying her face in Gigi’s neck. And Gigi’s heart dropped, when was the last time she had done that? “Why is it so bright in here?” Crystal murmured into Gigi’s neck.
“Because we’re really hungover,” Gigi chuckled.
“Oh...oh yeah. We are, aren’t we? My head hurts,” Crystal whined. Gigi’s hand found its way into Crystal’s curls.
“I couldn’t find any ibuprofen, and I don’t know if it’s safe to drink the tap water here-”
“The drinking water in Amsterdam is like a delicacy,” Crystal told Gigi.
“How do you know that?”
“I obviously did research before I came here.”
“But you didn’t know that weed was legal?”
“I thought it was illegal in Europe...”
“Holy shit. And you didn’t sneak any-”
“I thought I could do a tolerance break or something. Shut up,” Crystal giggled. Gigi’s hand was still in her hair. Crystal’s arms were still wrapped around Gigi. And in the deep depths of Gigi’s brain, she wished they could just sit like this forever. And then Crystal was looking up at Gigi, a soft smile on her face, and Gigi couldn’t rip her eyes away. “How do you look so pretty hungover?” Crystal asked. Gigi’s heart dropped. She was just hungover, maybe she was even still a little drunk, but Gigi’s face was burning.
“Help...” a voice called.
“Shit. I forgot about Jaida,” Gigi said, immediately standing up. Thank god for Jaida.
“I’m in the bathroom!” Jaida groaned. Gigi and Crystal walked in to find Jaida laying in her bathtub. “I... I think I wanted to go swimming last night but fell asleep trying to turn on the faucet.” Gigi and Crystal both laughed despite their headaches.
“Scoot over,” Gigi said. Jaida made room for Gigi and Crystal to join her in the bathtub. Gigi couldn’t help but blush as she tangled her legs with Crystal’s. Jaida and Crystal both rested their heads on Gigi’s shoulders.
“I’m never drinking again,” Jaida whispered. Gigi scoffed.
“That’s what we said last weekend.” And they all burst out laughing, the cool tile against their backs making the hangover a little more tolerable. Gigi knew in a few minutes she would have to get up and start her day. Gigi and Crystal would have to crawl their way up to their apartments, and it would suck. Gigi would have to call Hunter and lie when he asks if she had been hanging out with Crystal. And Gigi would feel guilty, but not that guilty.
In a few minutes, they would have to get up and start their day, but for now, Gigi just sat sandwiched between Jaida and Crystal, and it was enough. The sound of the door opening snapped them all out of their trance.
“Jaida? Are you dead?” Michelle called.
“We’re in here!” Crystal said. Michelle entered the bathroom, also looking like a complete mess.
“I’m too old to sit in a fuckin tub” Michelle muttered, sitting on the toilet seat again. “We’re never drinking again,” she whispered, and Gigi, Jaida, and Crystal all started laughing.
“Stop making me laugh! It makes my head hurt worse...” Crystal laughed.
“God, Jaida, why did you even have us come to Amsterdam anyway?” Gigi joked.
“It wasn’t even her idea,” Michelle laughed.
“What?”
“Yeah, it was Widow’s idea actually,” Jaida admitted. Gigi’s jaw dropped. Of course.
New York City
The crowd erupted in cheers after Crystal finished performing “Womanizer” by Britney Spears. Gigi was sitting with Widow, who just so happened to bring her dab pen. Needless to say, Gigi was just a little bit fucked up. She and Widow had just returned to their seats after running up to the stage to give Crystal tips, and Gigi couldn’t stop smiling, and Widow could see right through her.
Granted, it wasn’t hard. Gigi could only imagine what she looked like. Starstruck. Crystal had completely entranced her yet again, and it was getting harder and harder to try to cover it up. Crystal ran back to Gigi and Widow, grinning.
“How’d I do?” She asked, trying to catch her breath.
“Absolutely amazing,” Widow said.
“You were fucking radiant, Crystal Elizabeth Methyd,” Gigi giggled, she could feel Widow watching her like she was trying to understand Gigi.
“I know! I just wanted to hear it from you guys,” Crystal said, and then “I’m gonna go to the bathroom to get out of drag, I’ll be right back!”
“Do you need help?” Gigi asked, already standing up, knees wobbling a bit. Shit, maybe Gigi was higher than she thought.
“Not so fast Miss Goode, I want to chat with you a bit,” Widow said, helping Gigi down into her seat. Widow was also crossed, she had bought her and Gigi both a few drinks along with sharing her dab pen. Widow was basically the best.
“Oh-okay,” Crystal said before skipping off to the bathroom. Gigi turned to Widow.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked, stirring her drink.
“Listen, you’re not fuckin subtle. We all see how you look at Crystal. It’s cute. Jan, Jackie, and Jaida eat that shit up,” Widow started.
“I don’t-”
“Gigi. Don’t even try...” Widow trailed off.
“It’s just a crush,” Gigi whispered, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than Widow. “Besides, she has Paul, so it’s kind of hopeless,” she added. Widow shifted and opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, then closed it. Gigi turned to her, pleading for her to say something, anything.
“Look-” Widow began. “Crystal has been a friend to me for many years, I’d like to say I know her pretty well. And... and I’ve met Paul, and he’s a great fucking guy. He’s funny, he’s kind, he treats Crystal well-”
“Yes, this is comforting,” Gigi deadpanned.
“Let me fucking finish,” Widow laughed. “Because Paul... Paul is just Paul. But Gigi, you are just you. ..”
“And Crystal is just... Crystal ,” Gigi breathed, words slurring. Widow nodded slowly.
“There’s something that lights up in her when she talks about you. Believe me, I sat next to that bitch on the plane, she talked more about you during that plane ride than I’ve ever heard her talk about PAUL,” Widow just shook her head while studying Gigi. “I don’t think she even knows it yet, Gigi. I don’t. But she will. She’s going to watch the show back and she’s going to realize it, believe me.” Gigi’s entire body was buzzing, she couldn’t even hear all the thoughts running through her head, the only thing she could make out was Widow’s words
But she will. But she will. But she will.
Just then, Crystal came back from the bathroom.
“Okay, so Gigi I just had the craziest idea. I checked Google maps and it’s only like a thirty minute walk to the Empire State Building!” Crystal said, grabbing Widow’s dab pen and taking a hit.
“Didn’t we literally just go there for press?” Widow asked, raising an eyebrow. Crystal just rolled her eyes, playfully glaring at Widow.
“Yeah...but it’s nighttime. And the city is like...brighter at night... and-”
“Okay, you don’t really have to defend yourself. Have fun ladies,” Widow shot Gigi a subtle wink. “You hold onto that dab pen. Be careful with it though, it’s Sativa.”
“You’re the fucking best! Is that a shot? I’m taking it,” Crystal said, downing a shot Widow had just ordered. “Here!” Crystal reached in her pocket and gave Widow some loose $1 bills. She grabbed Gigi’s hand and practically pulled her out of the bar. They were instantly greeted by the stinging cold. “It’s fine! Just a little chilly!” Crystal said, hugging herself.
“Yeah, we-we will warm up once we start walking,” Gigi said, instantly regretting leaving her jacket at the hotel. Gigi felt bad for Crystal who only had her thin-ass pink bomber jacket. They began their walk to the Empire State Building, passing Widow’s pen back and forth, hoping to breathe some warmth into them. But it only made things worse, because the higher they got, the slower they walked, and the longer they walked the colder they got. Gigi’s teeth were chattering, so were Crystal’s. They tried to have conversations, just to keep their lips warm, but nothing was helping.
“G-g-Google maps says we’re halfway there...” Crystal shivered, stopping to check her phone.
“It’s... it’s 1:30, we left the bar at one... we’ve been walking for half an hour, and we’re only halfway there,” Gigi whispered. “That means we have another half an hour to go,” Crystal just whimpered and put her head in the crook of Gigi’s neck. It was freezing, so why was Crystal’s face burning?
“I don’t think I can make it, Gigi. Can we... Can we just go back to the hotel? We can order room service or something... it’s so fucking cold,” Crystal giggled. Gigi just laughed. “What?” Crystal muttered, Gigi felt her smiling into her neck. She suddenly wasn’t as cold.
“I was really worried you were gonna make me walk all the way,” Gigi admitted. Crystal playfully nudged her, taking out her phone.
“Okay... so there’s a train station a few minutes away... and if we take the... yellow one... uptown? There’s a stop that’s right next to our hotel. Okay.” Gigi should’ve known better than to trust Crystal with directions, but she was so cold she didn’t even think to question it. They found the subway station pretty easily, and it only took them ten minutes to figure out how to buy tickets. Finally, they found themselves waiting on the platform, hands shoved deep into their pockets. “I’m sorry,” Crystal said. Gigi turned to look at Crystal, who was looking at her feet.
“Why?” Gigi asked.
“This was supposed to be a fun night... we were supposed to see all the lights and... it was supposed to be a fun night.”
If only Crystal knew. If only she knew that all the lights in the city couldn’t match the way she shone. That Gigi wouldn’t be able to rip her eyes off of Crystal for even one second if they did make it to the Empire State Building. That Gigi would much rather look at Crystal than a stupid skyline any day. If only she knew.
“Hey,” Gigi said instead, grabbing Crystal’s hand. “It was a fun night, any night with you is fun.” God, that was cheesy. Gigi realized it as soon as it left her mouth. But Crystal was grinning, and Gigi grinned right back.
The platform was pretty much empty, only a few other stragglers like Gigi and Crystal stood waiting for the subway. Suddenly, the platform started buzzing as the sound of the train slowly grew closer and closer before halting in front of them.
Crystal and Gigi were instantly greeted with a comfortable warmth that wrapped them both up. Their subway cart was empty, and Crystal refused to sit down. She tried to keep her balance, gripping onto the poles to steady herself. Crystal's eyes were red and squinted, her glasses were barely staying on her face, and her curls were wild from the wind, and she was a sight to behold. Gigi felt as her heart did somersaults.
But she will. But she will. But she will...
The subway jolted forward, and Crystal nearly fell. And for some reason, that looked really fun to Gigi. So Gigi stood up, and also nearly fell. They both erupted into giggles, and soon they were holding onto each other for support along with the poles. And then they were dancing? Or at least trying to dance despite constantly trying to trip over themselves, and Gigi didn’t even realize every time the subway stopped. When the occasional person entered their train cart, they both held back their laughter, shooting each other mischievous looks. Their faces were close, and they were both just grinning at each other as if they should’ve known better.
“Next stop, Coney Island,” the intercom said. Now, Gigi didn’t know much about New York, but she was pretty positive Coney Island was in Brooklyn.
“Umm Crystal, give me your phone,” Gigi said. Crystal, who hadn’t connected the dots, lazily handed Gigi her phone, circling the pole. Gigi checked Google Maps, they were heading in the opposite direction of the hotel. She looked at the map in their subway cart, praying that she was wrong. Of course, she wasn't.
“Crystal... Crystal I think we took the wrong train,” Gigi muttered.
“No...no we are heading uptown,” Crystal defended.
“Yeah... no. We are heading downtown. Like, way downtown. Crystal, we're in Brooklyn... that’s basically a different state. We’re going in the opposite direction of the hotel,” Gigi explained slowly. Crystal buried her face in her hands.
“Oh god, what do we do?” Fuck. Crystal was crying. But of course she was, she was crossed and she was... well, she was Crystal. Gigi grabbed Crystal’s hands.
“We’re just going to have to get off at Coney Island, and then we will... I don’t know we’ll figure it out.” And so they got off at Coney Island, and Crystal stopped crying, but she didn’t drop Gigi’s hand. Not even when they were greeted by the nipping cold.
“Wow,” Crystal exhaled, looking out on Coney Island. It was a ghost town. Absolutely nobody was there, which made sense considering it was almost March. The orange streetlights aluminized the streets, allowing only enough light to see. They crossed the street together hesitantly, not exactly sure where they were even heading. They just needed to move, they needed their blood to get pumping. Crystal was shivering, it had somehow gotten colder than before. The only fixture they could see clearly was the Wonder Wheel, so they just started walking towards that. They found a bench and tried to ignore the cold as Crystal tried to figure out what subway they had to get on.
“I’m not a big city girl, I don’t know what I’m doing,” Crystal giggled, desperately trying to shed light on their shitty situation. But Gigi wasn’t even annoyed, because she worshipped these stupid little inconveniences with Crystal.
“Let’s just get an Uber,” Gigi shivered. Crystal cupped Gigi’s hands in her own.
“C’mere,” she whispered, breathing hot air onto Gigi’s hands, then rubbing them together. It was such a random gesture, and Gigi wasn’t sure if Crystal was aware she was even doing it, but Gigi melted.
Crystal rested her head on Gigi’s shoulder as Gigi found an Uber who would be there in a few moments, and Gigi wrapped her arms around Crystal when she started to shiver.
“Hey,” Crystal whispered, burying her head in Gigi’s neck. Gigi hummed in response, eyes feeling heavy. “Nothing tonight went to plan,” Crystal giggled, wrapping her arms around Gigi’s torso.
“No... no it didn’t,” Gigi chuckled.
“But I don’t think it matters all that much,” Crystal yawned. Gigi took out Widow’s dab pen and held it out to Crystal, who accepted it, beaming up at Gigi. And there they sat miles away from their hotel, under the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island, holding onto each other for warmth. And though the bitter air was freezing, Gigi had never felt warmer as the words echoed through her head.
‘But she will. But she will. But she will’
Amsterdam
“You will never guess what I just FINESSED for us,” Crystal sang, walking out onto the balcony, holding something behind her back. She had mysteriously left fifteen minutes ago, claiming she had ‘business’ to attend to.
“What?” Gigi asked, slightly scared. Crystal just mischievously smiled at her, leaning against the balcony. “What?!” Gigi laughed, leaning forward in her seat. She watched as Crystal slowly revealed what she was hiding. Jaida’s car keys. “No FUCKING WAY!” Gigi jumped up, crossing to Crystal.
“YES FUCKING WAY!” Crystal exclaimed, and they both began to cheer, Crystal laughing as Gigi let out a loud whoop. She had missed their drives. “But you have to drive. Jaida said I’m not allowed to,” Crystal added, and Gigi burst out laughing.
“Yeah, I think that’s for the best,” she muttered, and they both dissolved into giggles.
“Let’s go!” Crystal tugged on Gigi’s arm, leading her to her apartment. She immediately started running around the room, trying to collect supplies as Gigi tried not to laugh. “Okay so I have some snacks and drinks we can bring- I hate that everywhere closes so early. And I’m bringing my blanket. Because I want to. Oh and I forgot to tell you! Michelle and I went to this vape shop and we bought a dab pen together!” Crystal tossed Gigi the dab pen, but Gigi refrained from hitting it. She cannot drive high.
“Aww it’s cute. Did you name it?” Gigi asked. She grabbed one of Crystal’s totes and started putting the snacks and drinks in. Crystal was still walking around, opening every drawer and cabinet in her apartment as she found everything they might need.
“Well. I wanted to name it fracking. But I don’t think Michelle liked that, so we decided on Madonna. Well- Michelle decided on Madonna,” Crystal answered, grinning at Gigi. And they both burst out laughing, again. The thing about Crystal Methyd is that her joy is contagious. Gigi could revel in it all day, if the universe would let her.
“Alright, do we have everything?” Gigi looked across the room. She had a tote filled with snacks and bottles of water slung over her shoulder. Crystal had another tote with phone chargers, Madonna, a flashlight, and towels? And of course, her huge white fluffy comforter was balled up in her arms.
“Yup. LET’S GO!” Crystal let out a whoop and yanked the door open. They both flew down the narrow steep stairs, feet pounding. Gigi could’ve sworn she heard Jaida yelling “What in the fuck?!” As they passed her door. And then Gigi was in the driver's seat, watching Crystal shove her blanket in the backseat, getting into the car after. “Alright. Are you ready?” Crystal asked, and they both couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’m ready. Where are we going though? Like- can you get directions?” Gigi watched Crystal take out her phone, opening Google Maps.
“Okay... so I know I can’t be trusted with directions, but this doesn’t look too bad. It’s like... one road?” Crystal trailed off.
“I’m trusting you Miss Methyd,” Gigi gave her a warning look. Crystal just laughed, and started the directions.
“Don’t listen to me, listen to Siri,” she told Gigi. And so they started to drive through Amsterdam, towards their destination.
“Where are we even going?” Gigi asked, getting on the highway.
“Miss Gigi Goode, we are GOING TO THE BEACH!” Crystal cheered, and immediately started blasting “ Starships ” by Nicki Minaj. Gigi let out a groan but had to laugh.
“You’re giving me FLASHBACKS!” She yelled, but of course couldn’t hold back from scream-singing along with Crystal. A part of Gigi wished they were driving during the day. She knew the route was taking them through smaller cities in the Netherlands she still wanted to see, like Haarlem. When Gigi voiced this to Crystal, she just looked at her, confused.
“Harlem? Like New York City?” Crystal asked. Love Story (Taylor’s Version) was playing lightly through the car speakers.
“Haarlem like the Netherlands. There’s... there are other places named Harlem,” Gigi chuckled, and Crystal just shook her head, hitting her dab pen.
“Alright don’t act all smart with me, Miss College dropout,” she muttered under her breath. Gigi gasped, turning to look at Crystal in mock horror.
“Crystal you bitch!” Gigi cried, smacking her in the arm. Crystal just giggled, and Gigi knew that stupid high giggle. Suddenly, “ Sedona ” by Houndmouth started playing, and they both perked up in their seats. “Turn it up TURN IT UP!!” Gigi exclaimed, and Crystal leaned forward, cranking the volume all the way up. Gigi rolled down the windows, and the cool summer breeze wrapped around them, whipping through the car. Gigi could feel the bass of the music pounding in her body. And there was Crystal next to her, hair flying in ten different directions, screaming along to Sedona, a wide grin on her face. And Gigi’s chest burned.
After about 45 minutes of driving, Gigi could smell the ocean. She followed Siri’s directions, pulling into the beach’s parking lot. The whole place was completely empty, not a person in sight. Probably since it was 2 AM on a Monday night.
Once Gigi was parked, she and Crystal immediately jumped out of the car. “GIVE ME MADONNA!” Gigi said as they ran towards the beach together. She took a long hit, exhaling into the night air. Crystal was ripping off her shoes, and before Gigi could think to stop her, she was in the water, up to her knees. At least she was wearing shorts.
“GIGI COME ON!!” Crystal was jumping up and down, holding out her arms for Gigi to join her. And as she jumped in midair, a wave came crashing down, knocking her into the water. Gigi gasped watching Crystal go under, but as she rose out of the water, mullet soaked covering her face, clothes clinging to her body, all Gigi could do was cackle, doubled over in the sand. “I HATE MY LIFE!” Crystal screamed, crawling towards Gigi. “GIGI I HATE MY LIFE!” Gigi couldn’t tell if she was laughing or crying or both. All she knew was that she’d never let Crystal live this down. “Why is the water so cold? It’s summer,” Crystal’s teeth were chattering, her whole body shaking.
“Poor baby,” Gigi cooed, helping Crystal up on her feet.
“Why is the water so cold?” Crystal whimpered, wrapping her arms around herself.
“Awww. Do you want some cheese?” Gigi pretended to be concerned, combing her fingers through Crystal’s mullet, trying to put it back into place.
“I’m lactose intolerant you know that,” Crystal pouted, and Gigi was fighting so hard not to laugh.
“You want some cheese with that WHINE?” Gigi exclaimed, and then Crystal was chasing her around the beach, shouting obscenities. This didn’t last long of course, they’re not very big runners. So eventually they went back to the car and carried all their supplies back to the beach.
For an hour, Crystal and Gigi laid out on the sand in the dark night air together, just talking about literally anything. Gigi talked about how much she missed Hunter, Marko, Symone, Rosy, and everyone back home. How they had helped Gigi pack for Amsterdam at the last minute, all so excited.
“Amsterdam is my fresh start. That’s what we would call it. Symone promised I would come back as a changed human,” Gigi muttered. Crystal turned on her side, facing her.
“Do you think you’ve changed? Has Amsterdam... been good for you?” Her voice was so small, and fuck Gigi was in too deep. Again.
“I don’t know. Maybe. I feel like... there’s just something in the air here. It makes it easier to breathe. I don’t know,” Gigi was laying on her back, gazing up at the stars.
“Yeah,” Crystal nodded in agreement, still facing Gigi. “I know what you mean. But a part of me feels like... maybe it’s not being in Amsterdam. That makes it easier to breathe. That makes everything better. I think it’s... I don’t know,” she trailed off, but Gigi knew exactly what she meant. She heard it loud and clear. And it terrified her.
“We should probably go,” Gigi whispered, and she was mortified to feel tears welling in her eyes.
“Gigi...” Crystal looked at her, searching. But Gigi ignored her, jumping up and brushing the sand off her body.
“Cmon,” Gigi smiled, hoping Crystal would see that Gigi was fine.
Gigi was fine. Gigi was fine. Gigi was fine.
They silently made their way back to the car. Gigi watched as Crystal put the towel down on her seat, then climbed into the passenger seat, wrapped in her blanket like a burrito. Gigi snorted, and Crystal just playfully glared at her.
“Turn on the heat,” she smiled lightly. Gigi rolled her eyes, utterly failing to hold back a smile as she turned the knob to blast the heat. Then, “ Summer Love ” by the hit world famous iconic legendary boyband One Direction flowed softly out of the speakers, and Gigi hated that her chest used to ache when she would listen to the song and think about Crystal. And how it still did.
Crystal wasn’t looking at Gigi though. She had leaned her head against the window, looking up into the night sky. Gigi glanced up through the sunroof, letting out a soft breath as she saw the stars shining bright. And then her eyes fell back to Crystal, and she was still gazing at the stars, and Gigi felt something rumbling deep in her chest. She couldn’t fight back the soft smile on her face, looking at Crystal fondly. Her eyes turned to meet Gigi’s, and she easily returned the smile. And then Gigi remembered she was driving and looked back on the road.
“What are you thinking about?” Crystal murmured, watching her. And Gigi thought, eyes still trained on the road.
Gigi figured for all the drives she’d gone on with Crystal, all the times they’d sat out on the balcony together until sunrise, Gigi had come to know the night sky by heart. Gigi knew every star, every constellation. She knew Crystal’s soft smile, gazing up at the sky. And sometimes Crystal’s head would turn, and she would look at Gigi, constellations in her eyes. And Gigi swore that the sun and the moon and all the night skies they had seen together, all of the sunrises, the sunsets driving through the mountains, were nothing compared to Crystal Methyd. But she couldn’t know that.
“Nothing,” Gigi responded. “What are you thinking about?”
“I... kinda wanna go to London?” Crystal said sheepishly. Gigi just turned to look at her, wondering what the hell is she up to?
“Like... right... now?” Gigi asked. Crystal let out a laugh, shaking her head.
“No! Like... this weekend? Just Saturday and Sunday. Jaida said we get one weekend off of our choosing. And we can’t use it too close to Pride because we’re gonna be busy,” Crystal explained, and Gigi’s chest was on fire.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Um... sure,” Gigi shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s do it. We always have fun in the city, don’t we Miss Methyd?” Gigi gave her a sly grin. And maybe she was testing the waters, seeing how far she could go. Just out of curiosity. But maybe Crystal was testing the waters too, because she responded with a wink,
“Oh yes we do. Believe me, I remember.”
New York City
“What if he’s weird?”
“Crystal-”
“I’m just saying, what Uber driver is active at three a.m. in New York City?”
“Elizabeth-”
“What’s his name anyway? Trent? Never trust anyone named Trent-”
“Methyd.”
“Shit, is that him?” Crystal asked. A Buick SUV pulled up then stopped.
“Gigi?” Trent asked, rolling down his window.
“Yup,” Gigi said, pulling open the door to the backseat. She felt Crystal hovering over her shoulder. “It’s fine, Crys.” They both slid into the back of the car, shoulders pressed together.
“Where to?” Trent asked.
“Dream Midtown Hotel, in Uptown Manhattan. Wherever that… is...” Gigi trailed off. Trent nodded before driving off. Thankfully, he didn’t ask any questions on how exactly they ended up at Coney Island. And thankfully Trent showed up when he did because after about five minutes of driving it began to pour. While driving, Trent picked up a phone call, suddenly oblivious to Crystal and Gigi. The wails of sirens harmonized with a blaring car horn. Gigi leaned into Crystal.
“I hate New York,” she said. Crystal, who was staring out the window, whipped around to face Gigi.
“Really?” Crystal asked softly. Gigi nodded. Crystal turned back to the window, propping her head upon her hand. “Must be because you live in a big city. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many lights before.”
Gigi hated New York. She did. But she loved the way the city reflected in Crystal’s eyes. Flashes of blue, red, orange, purple, green, and white flickered throughout the car. And though being driven through the city at 3 am by a sketchy man was the last thing Gigi wanted to do, Crystal made it worth it. Because Crystal made everything worth it.
“Where do you like? If not New York?” Crystal whispered, looking tired. Gigi smiled.
“Well, L.A. obviously. But Chicago.” Crystal was silent, eyes pleading for Gigi to say more. “Uhm, my friends and I on the weekends would make up these elaborate lies to tell our parents and then take the bus or train into Chicago. We were all sixteen, and there was this one drag bar that allowed us to go in and we would just spend the night watching these queens perform and...” Gigi realized Crystal was staring at her, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. “And it’s so dumb to say now... but I just fucking fell in love with Chicago,” Gigi finished.
“That’s where we’ll go next,” Crystal said simply.
“What?”
“Next time we see each other after New York, we’ll go to Chicago. I’m dying to meet Krysti anyway,” Crystal laughed. Gigi beamed.
“Seriously?” she chuckled. Crystal grabbed Gigi’s hand, giving it a quick squeeze.
“Of course.” Gigi realized how close they had gotten, their noses practically touching. Trent turned up the radio. “ New York ” by St. Vincent flowed softly through the car.
“New York isn’t New York without you love,”
Crystal hadn’t let go of her hand. She inhaled quickly as if she were about to say something, but stopped. Gigi watched as the gears in Crystal’s mind began to shift.
“Is-” Crystal started, “is it bad I’m happy Paul isn’t here?” she confessed, and then “I don’t think I could see you both in the same room, it just wouldn’t make sense to me.” Gigi’s heart skipped a beat, not sure if this was Crystal begging her to read in between the lines or if this was Gigi’s wishful thinking. Either way, she ran her thumb across Crystal’s hand.
“Is it bad I’m also happy Paul isn’t here?” Gigi didn’t mean for it to sound like she was telling a secret, but it did. Crystal’s eyes flickered down to Gigi’s lips, only for a second, but it was enough to send chills down Gigi’s body. She mirrored Crystal, her heart pounding in sync with the sound of rain falling on the metal roof of the car. It was Crystal who finally closed the space between them. It was barely a kiss, their lips catching each other for just a moment. But god, it was electric. Lightning struck.
“Looks like it’s about to be the perfect storm,” Trent said to whoever he was talking to on the phone. Gigi and Crystal both let out awkward chuckles. It was dark, and Gigi could barely even see Crystal but she knew she was smiling, and Gigi hoped Crystal knew that she was smiling too.
The car stopped before either of them had a chance to speak, though Gigi couldn’t even fathom what she could possibly say to Crystal. They both just got out of the car, thanking Trent quickly. When they got in the elevator, Crystal pressed the button for floor six instead of their floor, floor eight. Gigi cleared her throat.
“Floor six?” Gigi asked.
“Thought I’d just say goodnight to Widow before I head to bed,” Crystal said, a hint of panic in her voice.
“Do you want to talk about- uhh-like- what just happened?” Gigi asked.
“It was just a kiss,” Crystal said, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than Gigi. “Just like on the party bus, right?”
“You kissed me” is what Gigi wanted to say. “You kissed me and you’re saying it was a joke, that it meant nothing, but I can’t believe you, I can’t bear to try. I saw the glimmer in your eye, the slight upturn of the corner of your mouth as we slowly filled the space between us. I felt your heart beating. I felt you.”
“Yeah,” Gigi said instead. “Just like on the party bus.”
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Crystal whispered as the doors opened on floor six.
“Yeah. See you tomorrow, goodnight.”
“Night.” Crystal stepped out of the elevator and walked away, not looking back as Gigi desperately pressed the button to make the door closed. Gigi sunk onto the floor of the elevator, bunching her hair in her fists. No matter how hard she tried that night, she couldn’t get her lips to stop buzzing. Just wait until Hunter hears about this one.
Amsterdam
“Okay. Now don’t go around doing your British accents because people will get offended,” Michelle said.
“Or do! The British might be honored!” Jaida quipped.
“No. Your accents are terrible, they will not be honored.”
“I don’t know Michelle... I think our accents are rather good,” Crystal said in her god awful British accent.
“Yeah, I think they’re pretty on the nose,” Gigi agreed in her accent, which was only slightly less worse.
“You guys are gonna get canceled...” Michelle muttered.
“Let the 15 year olds on Twitter cancel you, they can’t even read yet,” Jaida said, and then “well, this is where y’all board!” Crystal and Gigi stood at the entrance of the train that would take them to London. Michelle pulled them both into big hugs.
“Be safe, ladies. Don’t do what I would do.” Gigi and Crystal both laughed.
“Don’t listen to her! Have fun, fuck up some crumpets for me,” Jaida laughed. Gigi looked at Jaida and Michelle, who both were looking at them with puppy dog eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Gigi asked.
“We’re just gonna miss you,” Michelle said softly.
“And we wake and baked this morning. You know weed makes me all teary eyed,” Jaida sniffled. Crystal and Gigi threw their heads back laughing in unison. Jaida pulled Gigi into a hug. “I’ll never get over it... seeing you two happy, together again,” Jaida whispered.
“Jaida...” Gigi trailed off.
“I know, I know it’s all behind you but... we were scared for a minute.” Gigi gave Jaida a final squeeze.
“We’ll see you guys in a few days!” Gigi said as she and Crystal stepped onto the train.
“Goodbye darlings!” Jaida and Michelle waved them off. Crystal and Gigi silently found their compartment and settled in next to each other.
“This is gonna be the best weekend of our life!” Crystal cheered. “Even better than Drive n’ Drag!” Gigi heard Crystal not say. They booked a train for early in the morning so they’d make it into London by afternoon.
“Are you nervous about the tunnel?” Gigi asked.
“No...” Crystal lied.
“It’ll be fine, I promise,” Gigi said. She grabbed Crystal’s hand without even thinking, like she had just turned on autopilot. And Crystal, also on autopilot, rested her head on Gigi’s shoulder. And it felt like old times. It felt like home.
Just then, they entered the underwater tunnel, so Gigi turned on the playlist. “You okay?” she asked. But Crystal was asleep on Gigi’s shoulder. And all Gigi could do was think about where she was a year before. Preparing looks for Drive N’ Drag, late nights with Rosy and Symone coming up with possible scenarios that could happen, feeling so full of hope. And Gigi ignored the pit in her stomach because she was full of that same, blind hope just now.
New York City
Gigi laid awake all night, replaying the kiss over and over in her head. It was so quick, so soft, barely there. Had she imagined it? No. Because she remembered Crystal’s panicked eyes in the elevator, getting off on Widow’s floor. She remembered Crystal saying “It was just a kiss,” like it meant nothing. But she also remembered seeing Crystal’s face in the Uber, her smile illuminating the city.
Because she kissed Gigi.
But Crystal claimed it meant nothing. It was like the party bus. So what could Gigi do about it?
‘Go home and cry about it to Rosy and Symone.’
That was the only thing she could do. So Gigi forced herself to fall asleep, but even in sleep, she just saw flashes of Crystal on the subway, Crystal at the bar, Crystal getting off the elevator, Crystal in the Uber, Crystal sitting under the Coney Island wheel, Crystal in the Uber, Crystal’s face pressed into Gigi’s neck, burning hot.
Crystal in the Uber, Crystal in the Uber, Crystal in the Uber.
Crystal kissing Gigi. Crystal kissing Gigi.
Gigi kissing her back.
Gigi was jolted awake by her alarm, and let out a groan as she realized the van coming to bring the Queens to the airport would be there in an hour, and her room was an absolute mess. She scrambled out of bed, rushing to pack everything up. She didn’t even have a moment to think about Crystal until she was sitting next to her in the back of the van, being driven to the airport.
“Hi,” Crystal gave Gigi a tight smile, not meeting her eyes.
“Hello,” Gigi said casually.
Please act normal. We’re about to say goodbye for who knows how long. Please act normal.
It seemed that Crystal got the message, because she immediately relaxed, and suddenly it was like nothing had even happened last night. Almost. Because they weren’t pressed up against each other, their foreheads weren’t barely touching, whispering nonsense back and forth. Crystal kept her distance.
It sort of felt like she was already back in Missouri, just out of reach.
But still, they talked with the other queens driving to the airport, and as each minute passed, Gigi became painfully aware of the fact that she didn’t know the next time she’d see Crystal. Of course, they would make plans eventually. Gigi was due to visit Crystal in Springfield, maybe for one of her viewing parties. And of course, Crystal said they would go to Chicago. But when? They would both have such crazy schedules once the show aired. But looking at Crystal laughing at something Widow said, Gigi knew they would be alright. Widow said Gigi just needed to give Crystal time. She could do that. She had waited this long, she could wait a little longer. Crystal was worth it.
The van pulled up to the airport, and Gigi followed everyone out. As the driver unloaded all the suitcases, Gigi turned to face Crystal. She was just looking at Gigi, tears in her eyes.
“Not yet, holy shit,” Gigi laughed, and Crystal had to join, shaking her head.
“Shut up,” she chuckled, punching Gigi’s shoulder lightly. They walked into the airport together, suitcases in trail. Once they made it through security, the queens all hugged each other goodbye. The next time they’d all be together was at the finale in April. Gigi wondered if things would be different with Crystal by the time they’d get to see each other at the finale. Maybe they would actually be together. Or maybe they would still be stuck in this weird limbo, unsure of what they were anymore. Only time would tell.
Gigi’s flight was boarding in fifteen minutes, and Crystal’s was boarding an hour later. So Crystal walked Gigi to her gate, and neither of them were sure what to say to the other.
What do you even say?
“I’ll uh... text you. When my flight lands,” Crystal said awkwardly, looking anywhere but Gigi.
“Okay,” Gigi said lightly. She had to say something. This was the last time they were seeing each other until... well at least until April. But so many things had happened in the three days they’d spent together...
What do you even say?
“Crystal I... I don’t know,” Gigi whispered. Crystal’s eyes met hers, and Gigi could feel her saying a million things. Gigi knew how confused she was, how scared she was. She understood. Crystal needed time. So Gigi did the one thing she knew and pulled Crystal into a tight hug. She didn’t whisper sweet nothings, she didn’t cry, she just held Crystal as tight as possible, for as long as she could. And Crystal held back just as tight, burying her face in Gigi’s neck.
Gigi didn’t know how long they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, oblivious to everyone else. And then her flight was called. “Alright,” She whispered, pulling away from Crystal. “I’ll see you soon,” she tried to smile, but it was a grimace, and fuck now Crystal’s eyes were welling with tears again, and Gigi had to go, but Crystal was standing there, gaping like a fish, trying to find the right words to say.
“Gigi...” she started, but nothing came out.
“I know,” Gigi said firmly. She pulled Crystal into another quick hug. “I will see you soon,” she smiled at Crystal, and Crystal smiled back through her tears.
“I’ll see you soon,” she whispered, and then Gigi was walking to her plane.
In the months to come, Gigi would look back on this moment, playing it over and over in her head. Because in three weeks, the whole world would be on lockdown, in the middle of a raging pandemic. Crystal, Gigi, and everyone else would be stuck at home, told not to travel, not to see their friends and family, to flatten the curve. They wouldn’t see each other at the finale, which instead was held on Zoom. Gigi wouldn’t get to visit Crystal in Springfield, getting to meet her friends and family.
No.
Instead, Gigi would lay in bed at night, wishing she had said something, anything to Crystal. Wishing that the last time they saw each other for who knows how long hadn’t been spent in silence, neither of them knowing what to say. Gigi wished she had been braver, that Crystal had known what she wanted. Gigi wished the universe hadn’t decided to come crashing down just when things were maybe finally going to happen with Crystal. But more than anything, Gigi wished she could’ve had just one more night with Crystal in New York. Gigi wished they had more time.
#gigi goode#Crystal Methyd#crystal methyd x gigi goode#crygimethydgoode#crygi#fanfic#fanfic rec#drag queen fanfic#crygi fanfic#rpdr12#rupauls drag race#RPDR#Lover’s Fantasia#please read this we promise you’ll love it#complete
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The Parent Escape
Billy Hargrove knew he'd been dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. But he doesn't realize how shitty until he gets thrown into a juvie camp meant to straighten out troubled boys and meets his exact double. Jason Scott, golden boy from Bumfuck, Indiana, shares way too much in common with him to be any kind of coincidence, and together they hatch a plan to find out what the hell is going on.
It's a genius plan, Billy's a great actor.
He just doesn't count on Jason's best friend to be so pretty.
Chapter 1: San Antonio
The heat is practically coming up in visible waves from the pavement as Billy steps off the bus, knock-off aviators sitting low on his nose, duffle bag slung easily over his left shoulder. The dust in the air burns his lungs, and his free hand instinctively reaches for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket, before remembering he’d moved them to his jacket on account of he’s been sitting on his ass for the past two days. A jacket that he wears like armor, even in the Texas heat. He’s tugging the half-empty pack from his interior pocket when a black man in a weird looking uniform walks toward him, giving him a steady once over before finishing his approach.
“You William Hargrove?”
“Billy,” Billy responds, tapping a cigarette from the pack and pulling it out using his lips, “You got a light?” To Billy’s surprise the man actually glances around before producing a cheap Bic lighter from his pocket.
“Shouldn’t,” he says, even as he thumbs at the flint in a well-practiced swipe, “but shit, kid, I had twenty bucks on you bailing somewhere around LA.” Billy raises an eyebrow as he leans in toward the flame, cigarette paper burning quickly as he takes a deep inhale.
“Can’t say I didn’t think about it,” smoke exhales through his mouth and nose as he relishes his first hit of nicotine in the past eight hours. The driver that picked up in El Paso didn’t stop for shit, and his dad had booked him on a non-smoking bus, likely a final “fuck you” for the summer.
He takes another drag, offering the pack to the other man, surprised again when he takes it, taps one out, and hands it back to him before lighting up himself.
“One last hurrah, yeah? They don’t allow this kinda stuff in there, you know?”
“Yeah, figured,” Billy says around the cigarette, taking a few steps into the shade of the bus station overpass. Dry heat his ass, it’s hot as fuck in San Antonio. The man follows him, and for a second Billy allows himself the tiniest bit of hope that this summer might not be so bad.
“Name’s Collins,” the man says, flicking his cigarette and not offering his hand, “I’m in charge of transportation and deliveries.”
“And which one am I?”
“I’ll decide once we get to the van.” He takes one more drag before tossing the butt to the ground and crushing it underneath his boot heel. Billy is loathe to follow suit but does so anyway, knowing he’s likely already pushed his luck to the limit. He follows Collins through the bus terminal and into a dusty parking lot to a rickety looking conversion van. Maybe he’ll get lucky and it’ll explode on the way.
“Toss your bag in the back, you can sit up front so long as you promise not to jump from the car.”
“Well shit, don’t go giving me ideas now, Collins,” Billy jokes, hoping a little levity will win him some points. Really, besides his dad, Billy’s always been pretty good at charming adults. Even half the police force in Emeryville thought he was an okay kid who just made some bad decisions. Teachers liked him, his friends’ parents liked him, it was just his own parent who saw him as a worthless piece of shit who needed to be taught some discipline. ‘Tough love’ he liked to call it.
Billy slings his bag into the back of the van, among boxes of plastic cutlery and hotdog buns, before hopping into the front seat. Pop cans and fast food wrappers litter the footwell, the smell suggesting not all of them had been completely empty before being balled up and tossed. He shoots a baleful glance at Collins - getting situated in the driver’s seat - before reclining his own seat back as far as it can go. After nearly two days on the ridgid seats of the Greyhound this was paradise.
“Drive’s about 45 minutes. Get some shut eye if you need, cause when you get to SACC they’re gonna run you til nightfall.” Collins warns before slipping the key into the ignition. To Billy’s surprise the engine turns on the first try, vibrating the floor boards just enough to feel soothing.
“Thanks man,” he says, and means it. The heat and the travel exhaustion leave his eyelids heavy, and it’s not a challenge at all to let sleep overtake him.
He dreams about the ocean.
++++
Too soon he’s being shaken awake, startled out of sleep by a pair of hands gripping onto his left arm.
“C’mon kid, time to pay the piper.” It takes Billy a full 15 seconds to remember who’s talking and where he is. And then it all comes flooding back to him. The stolen car, the vandalism, his dad’s fists, Susan crying. He rubs a hand over his face, nudging his sunglasses into his tangled curls as he pushes his fingertips into his eyes so hard he starts to see spots.
“Best if you sit up, first impressions and all,” the man, Collins, Billy remembers, says as he puts the van back into drive. Billy’s hand gropes blindly for the lever, squeezing it and snapping the seat forward so fast he thinks he might have whiplash. He’s rubbing at his neck as the van makes the transition from paved to dirt roads, shocks so worn every rock and divot is felt. He takes these last few moments to rub the sleep out of his eyes and tuck his sunglasses into his front pocket before attempting to detangle his hair. Collins is right about one thing, first impressions are everything, especially in a place like this.
“You ready?” He asks as the van comes rumbling up to a heavy chain link fence, complete with barbed wire on top.
“Not like I have much choice,” Billy mutters, giving up on his hair and wishing he’d thought of a way to sneak his cigarettes in. Or some weed. Fuck, some weed would be great right now.
Another guy in a weird uniform comes up to the van, and Collins rolls down the window and hands a few papers and a card to him. Billy gulps, throat gone dry as he watches the man’s eyes scan over the papers, and after a quick hand signal the gate is rolled open. He hands everything back to Collins, who accepts with a nod before setting the small pile on the dash and putting the van back into drive. The window stays open despite all the dust they’re kicking up on the road, and Billy is able to smell the mixture of sun and sweat and dirt.
It’s not long before they’re surrounded by ugly tan buildings and a dead looking field, grass fried from the scorching sun and lack of water. Goddamn he misses Cali. There are some people in uniforms like Collins’, but mostly he sees guys around his age wearing a white t-shirt tucked into khaki pants and heavy boots, doing stuff that looks like calisthenics or drills like they’d do in gym class when Coach was feeling particularly sinister.
Collins parks the van in front of a large but otherwise nondescript building. A man in fatigues and a crew cut is standing outside, eyeing the vehicle, mouth quirked up as his gaze lands on Billy.
“Ho-ly shit, he actually came,” the man crows in a heavy southern accent as he walks over to the van. “Ya owe me twenty bucks there, Coll.”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll get it to ya. Where’m I takin’ ‘im?”
“Barrack 6, uniform’s on his bunk,” he gives Billy another scrutinizing look, “we’ll deal with the hair later.” Billy tries to keep the terror out of his eyes as Collins nods, putting the van into drive once more. His heart is beating wildly as they drive across the campus, passing another group of… cadets? Prisoners? Billy looks harder this time, trying to see if the guy was using a scare tactic, or if it was a real threat. None of the boys seem to have long hair, but not many have a shorn look, either, at least as much as he can tell as the van moves along. He guesses he could ask Collins, but doesn’t want to show his hand so soon.
They roll to a stop in front of a grey building with a large 6 painted on the side. Collins puts the car in park and turns to look at Billy.
“Listen, kid, I’m not gonna lie, this place sucks. But keep your head down and your nose clean and you’ll be okay.”
“Are they gonna…” he trails off, pointing towards his hair. Collins presses his lips together, making Billy’s gut clench.
“Well,” he says after a moment, “the good news is mullets are on their way out. And hair grows back, so just deal with it.” His words belay the softness in his eyes, a sadness Billy is surprised to find is for him.
“Thanks, Collins,” he says before setting the slightly crumpled, half-empty pack of cigarettes on the center console, “Hang onto these for me, will ya?” And then he’s squeezing the handle and releasing the door latch. He hops out and takes a couple seconds to stretch his back out before going around to grab his bag. Collins gives him a small salute as the truck rumbles off, and Billy is left alone in front of the ugly barracks. He slings has bag over his right shoulder, takes a deep breath, and struts in.
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It doesn’t take long for Billy to learn the ropes around this place. Years of navigating Neil’s temper have taught him how to read facial tics and body language, know when to push and when to bow.
But that’s just with the sergeants.
The cadets are a whole other matter. Billy doesn’t have to waste time reading them, he just has to own them. Assert his dominance and sit on the top of the pile. All it takes is a couple of punches before he’s the head of his barracks. After that he can rely mostly on word of mouth and attitude to raise him to the top ranks of the whole campus.
It’s a whole week before he’s finally led to the make-shift barber shop. He puts on a ‘fuck if I care’ face, but on the inside his heart is beating a mile a minute. For just a few seconds he contemplates fighting his way out and making a break for it, but knows it would be stupid, pointless. Too many people to stop him, and nowhere to run. Story of his fuckin life.
He sucks in a breath and clenches his fists as he hears the razor start up, pushing down the bile as he feels its teeth on the back of his neck, curly locks dropping to the ground. It’s just hair, it’s just hair repeats over and over in his head, but it’s not, not really. It’s him, being erased in this place.
It’s too long and no time at all before the razor stops, and he feels hands brushing stray strands off his shoulders. He pries his eyes open, not even sure when he shut them, and looks at his new hair. He blinks back the tears, absolutely unwilling to show that kind of weakness, and hears his father’s slurs in his head.
Fuck but his dad would love this haircut.
He juts out his chin, nods at the men essentially keeping him captive, and goes out the door. Normally the fresh air would help him keep his composure, but all he sucks in is heat and dust, and it makes him want to scream. He bites down on his bottom lip and starts heading back to the barracks when he hears someone shouting at him.
“Jason? Yo, Jason! Where the fuck’re you headed? We’re at the wall.” Billy gives him a sneer and keeps moving, right until he feels fingers clasp around his arm. He doesn’t even have time to think before his body is twisting around and he’s decking the guy in the jaw. A couple cadets he hadn’t even noticed come running over, one excitedly shouting “Fight!” while the other stares at them with eyes like saucers.
The other guy stands up, hand on his jaw, and glares at Billy, “Jason, what the fuck? Why the fuck di’you hit me?”
“Who the fuck is Jason?” Billy spits, getting ready to throw another punch when he hears a shrill whistle. He drops his fist and puts his hands behind his head, palms brushing up against the foreign prickle of his new haircut.
“Scott! Marsden! The fuck’s going on?” Billy snaps his eyes at the approaching sergeant, letting his arms fall to his sides.
“Scott decked Marsden!” The excited kid, a toothy redhead, practically shouts, and Billy is so far past confused now. He turns to face the sergeant.
“Sir, I’m not Jason, or Scott, or Marsden-”
“I’m Marsden-”
“I don’t fuckin’ care, my name is Billy Hargrove, I’m in barrack six, and my CO is gonna be looking for me.”
“F’you’re in barrack six why’re you all the way over here?”
“Getting my haircut... sir,” he tacks that last bit on, knowing men who think they’re the authority liked to hear it, and he doesn’t want to get tossed in the brig or the hole or whatever the fuck they call it around here, whatever’s worse than the prison he’s already in. The guy gives Billy a hard look, eyes squinting, and even leans in a little before sucking at his teeth and pulling the radio from his belt.
“Sgt. Ford, you copy?” It’s a few seconds before the radio clicks and a fuzzy “Copy,” is heard.
“This is Sgt. Kern, you have eyes on Jason Scott?”
“Sure do. Just finished the wall.”
“That so?” Kern drawls, eyes never leaving Billy.
“Yep. Why, want me to put him on?”
“Nope, just clearing up some stuff. Over and out.” He clicks the radio back onto his belt, still staring at Billy. “You boys get back to where you’re headed, Hargrove and I are gonna take a walk to barrack six.” The three boys take off immediately, and Billy grits his teeth as Kern grabs his arm, leading him roughly back to where he’d been headed in the first place. Billy may not know who Jason Scott is, but he’s definitely going to beat his ass for this.
Continued over at my one true love, AO3!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15569751/chapters/36146499
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S3 Squeeing
Under the cut, mostly nonsense. :’D I’ll do a proper review once I digest it maybe!
First watch, no subtitles, GO.
(I’m sorry about name spellings)
EPISODE 1:
huh they still have the same opening.
KEITH IS SO SAD
ah yes the zarkon shiro moaning
NO KEITH DONT DO THE WOBBLY EYES
ahhh i forgot the robovoiceover thing the bom have need to add.
skirts seem to be a status symbol with galra.
NINJA RUN OMFG.
oooh nice torpedo, hunk!
omfg an actual parade.
WAIT WAS IT KOLIVAN SAYING "IM SORRY KEITH" earlier??
pooegian? aw cute name. im seriously getting avatar flashbacks tho.
planet keffron, feathery ears
freedom fighters.
intergalactic fashion pirate coran- YES
lance is all about the glory lmao
OMG ALLURA NO- LOOK AT THAT SHOCK.
you can tell they ALL know they stepped on keiths landmine.
Commander Thrak
--OH NO THEY ARE HIDING ZARKONS ILLNESS.
this guy is hunched.... OMG SHES A CHAMELEON.
LOL KOLIVAN IS AT THE HEAD
galra empire is most massive... it seems like it could rule another ten thousand years.
LOL KEITH. SO ANGERY.
poor boy.
oh hey pizza roll and pig in a blanket.
LOTOR a;lskdas;klj
-Exiled prince
-halfbreed at best, no honor
-generals can fight for the throne
-fighting beside your forces is considered lowly.
omfg. OMFG. LOTOR IS PRETTIER THAN I THOUGHT.
OMFG WHERE DID THEY COME FROM
YEAH GROWL BB
alskdjaskdjaskldj;asjkd;lasjkd;laslk;jdlasjk;dklajsd HES SHORT
LOL NICE PUNCH
Your own agression is your undoing.
oh he was expecting to be killed wasnt he.
arena is to the death confirmed.... so how did that robeast survive.
as;ldkjasdkjasd HEY THEY HAVE GEMS ON THEIR GLOVES/HANDS.
DONT TURN YOUR BACK ON A BLOODTHIRSTY GENERAL LOTOR PLS.
I mean sure theres an audience but still.
oh wow that guy has wolverine hands.
pet the kitty
let him rot with the ice worms~
LOL theyre all looking at lance... i guess they agreed beforehand.
EPISODE 2
nice seaside mediterranean city
is that an elephant?
whoah chameleon girls antenna is super long.
HOW DID THEY LAND GENTLY. oh i see... hmn ita racial.
whoah. she strong.
oh my god. HES THERE.
well i like how chameleon girl is like ty lee
LOL how allura chose the colors.
LOL SAME KEEF.
BLACK LION LOOKS SO SAD ON ITS SIDE. /CRAI
aw ladies first.
LOL PIDGE. lajkasdjasl;kdj
NOT IT. YES HUNK.YOU DIDNT EVEN TRY.
I LOVE IT HUNK.
PIDGGGGE
30 mins of lance sitting in the lion.
but im not you. i cant beat them like you.
PLEASE NO. OMG
LOL LANCES FACE. SO DISAPPOINTED.
I DONT ACCEPT THIS.
OMG SHES PLAYING WITH THE CAT
"no black lion"
oh. shes part snake not lizard? DID SHE HYPNOTIZE HIM
THIS ONES FOR YOU SHIRO.
oh. they have warp technology.
Lancey Lance. JUST A PHASE. lmaooooo. HIS BEST LINE.
controls dont respond like the red lions.... hmm..
KEITH PROLLY TRAINED IT TO BITE MY HEAD OFF.
Allurance shoulder touch. well I didnt see that coming.
YEAH ALLURA.
There's something different about that lion... its pilot isnt in control.
lol keith thanks coran but not lance. I mean its not his fault this time, technically.
BE CAREFUL WITH RED.
weve seen enough, retreat.
LOL zarkon has a son
allura: deeply disturbing.
LANCE STOP TALKING LIKE YOURE GONNA LEAVE HER FOR GOOD.
FALLEN WARRIORS.. AND SHIRO.
"I'm glad it was you."
OMG KEITH.
Episode 3
lol keith no. NOT EVERYONE CAN FLY A THING IN TWO MINS OK.
LOTOR WANTS TO KNOW MORE INFO
fkljas;kdfsaklj YES GO ONE ON ONE
LANCE WHY
omg. OF COURSE HES GOOD AT FLYING. OF COURSE.
DOES THIS THING HAVE BREAKS.
lol yes this was gonna suck from the start.
LOL GARRISON TRIO
GREAT LEADERSHIP KEITH FFFFFT
man this is a trainwreck.
oh man theyre not gonna be able to form are they.
LOL
LOTOR CAN SEE YOU
How disappointing... indeed, Lotor.
oh no keith playing straight into his hands.
nice planet tho.
omg. NOOOO KEEF NO.
huh Hunk has been really careful of allura huh :o its kinda interesting that hes the one who woories about her most... ope theres lance
'its not about the team its about the mission" - very telling.
lol he looks like orochimaru in that helmet, lotor.
generals call him lotor. interesting
LOL THAT SPLAT
alkdjasdkjsa NOOOO
oh no hes gonna capture allura first.
WHY ARENT THE LIONS GUIDING THEM?
ohhh no she dropped into the abyss.
aw shes super scared.
lol yes keith you followed him into his trap.
"oh em gee"
WHAT WOULD LANCE DO
laskdjasldjkaskjdjskjsadfjkljksdla
ALLURA WHY OMG. PARTICLE BARRIER.
abbb ok she must want to be guided. makes sense.
d;alsjdasl IM GLAD WERE ALL MAKING FUN OF LANCE looool.
ahhh there we go 3 eps in before voltron can be formed.
HUNK IM A LEG
pretty cool right.
IMMORTAL WORDS.
EPISODE 4
lol allura you were never gonna be the last alteans alive unless youre a lot worse at shapeshifting than you thought.
I love this science talk.
DONT GO INTO THE LIGHT.
oh its a wormhole.
ahah a time capsule ship of alteans. Nice.
Orrr not.
whoah lots of arms on that one. IS IT SLAV.
wheres slav anyway.
bom?
ALdaslk;djAS:LKdjasdljOMFG
OMFG.
YES IT IS SLAV AND SHIRO. SVEN.
aldfjlkqwlk;jehs ITS THE ACCENT.
"I MAY BE CRAZY"Nice slav.
ldjasd;lkj LOL LANCE HAS RED GUN.
"OH THATS HIM"
;ldkaslkak I LOVE ITTTTT
ALTEANS ARE EVIL. YES.
EMPRESS
WHAT IS THAT BEHIND THEM A YUPPER.
NO DONT HELP THE EVIL ALTEANS PIDGE.
its nice that all the new chars are girls.
alkjd;askdjasjkl;d I CANT
EVERY TIME SVEN TALKS.
Moxus hmn. OMG BRAINWASHING. ALTEAN BRAINWASHING.
preservation of life. is the highest prioirty.. interesting...
YOOHOO UP HERE.
I love how sven has a mullet.
GUNS OF GAMORA.
Voltron can travel between realities. I love this plot device.
ohhhh no. oh nooo. shes doing it WHY ARE YOU SO BLIND.
awww the mice are so SAD.
i cant stop laughing whenever i see Sven.
ASLkdjaskld;jasjdkl THIS IS THE REALITY WHERE EVERYTTHING WORKS OUT FINE.
DOGPILE
I LOVE ITTTT.
;lkvsdf;aldkas;lkd LOL SVEN
SVEEEN. lol shance with sven?
DOES HE DO THIS IN EVERY REALITY.
I LOVE THIS REALITY TOO SLAV.
NOOO DONT TAKE IT TO LOTOR. though thats probably needed to make a comparable weapon to voltron.
DESTROY IT
welp.
EPISODE 5
alk;sdjaskj SHIRO
SHOW ME THAT LONG HAIR BABY.
oh wait this is a dream isn't it.
whoah. such hair.
HOBO SHIRO
wtfffff is happeniiing. STAGE 3??
wow the animation quality went up tho.
YOU BE THAT AMERICAN NINJA SHIRO
hmm thigh wound.
anime snow...
aw haggar, its ok.
Yep thigh wound. Niiiiice legs. oh nooo.shiro.
interesting. an oasis of warmth. ohhhh NO NOO NO. GET AWAY.
TENTACLES.
WHAT IS THIS OTHER ALIEN.
lol shiros face. he's so done.
but somethings not adding up.
why was he allowed free?
eiii the return of the term "years"
IDK WHAT IT IS BUT HOBO SHIRO LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER RENDERED SOMEHOW? LIKE AN OVA?
lol yes why dint they GO WITH HIM.
but how did his hair get so long??
ALTERNATE REALITY?
VOLTRON.YES SHIRO. AH HES TOO FAST FOR ME.
oh. THAT ARM.
Lotor is on bad terms Haggar. I AM THE LEADER BUT I AM NOT MY FATHER.
holy shit that arm looks like shiros arm.
OH NO SHIROOO.
alksdjasjd OMG MEMORIES.
BLACK SAVE HIM. SAVE HIIIM.
NOODLES.
EPISODE 6
LANCE LIKE WHIPS. OF COURSE HE DOES.
WHERES SHIRO.
oh new white undershirt.
KEITH JUST TALKING TO SHIRO IN THE DARK IN HIS ROOM.
"they need you you know."
Keith talking about himself.
AS MANY TIMES AS IT TAKES TO SAVE YOU SHIRO.
oh. SHORT SLEEVES.
oomg. omg.
I LOVE THE GEEK TALK.
...OH NO
HEY MAN.
SOLID MATH LOL.
Leave the math to pidge. LOL. solid advice.
HUNK BUTT WIGGLE.
LOL keith defers ofc.
THE HAIR IS ALL WROOONG. ITS GOING THE WRONG WAY.
oh no.
THIS MAY BE THE WORST POST IN THE GALRA EMPIRE BUT ITS MY POST. VICTORY OR DEATH. I LOVE YOU FOR THAT THROK.
oh its lotors guards.
???
OMG. OH NO. TELEDUV.
ohh no. SHEITH FIGHT.
lol they believe shiro ofc.
oh so it IS her.
OH YEAH AMBIDEXTROUS KEITH.
aw yes allura grab lances scruff.
ohhh no. this is a rift.
lotors brains vs shiros brains. hmn.
NICE KEITH.
ooooh no.
I wonder if Throk is still alive and can snitch.
Shoulder touch.
SOFT LOOK. The black lion has chosen you.
landing codes? what? whoa lotor. SO THAT PLAN WAS TO SET UP THROK? HES THAT PETTY??
episode 7
IS THAT HAGGAR?THE BLUE PALADIN??
ORIGINAL VOLTRON PALADINS
OH DEAR.
LOL ZARKON HAS A MACE. OR A HAMMER.
MORE KNOWLEDGEABLE AS AN ALCHEMIST THAN A SOLDIER
BEAR ALIEN
ERODES DISCIPLINE.
QUEENS AND KINGS NICE.
alluras already old there huh
and lions are super recent.
omg. ZARKON IS AFRAID OF CATS.
Minerva? Onerva?
OH ALLURA IS A BABY. THATWAS HER MOM SHES A PERFECT COPY.
HES MARRIED TO AN ALTEAN.
oh ships vs clean energy.
OH NO ITS SENTIENT.
why does she sound so dead???
WHY ARE THE LIONS ALL BANGED UP THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE NEW??
also zarkon used to be so small
GALRA HAVE PUPILS
so blue lions are flirts. hmn.
IS THAT A LIL KITTY NOSE ON THEIR HELMETS?
THE SQUAD. THEYRE SO CUTE.
LOL LEG.
waiiit. WHY DOES KEITH STILL PUSH HIS BAYARD IN FOR FORM SWORD??
isnt it with lance now??
live foreverrr.
Enerva is Haggar??
ohhh thats why his eyes are pink. SO THISIS THE BIRTH OF DRUID MAGIC, THE PARTICLES.
....THATS IT??
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The Kid Machine (Part 1)
So this is my first attempt at a VLD fanfic and using Tumblr so if you have any tips or anything hit me up. I will be posting more parts later.
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Lance pov
“Ha take that!”
Before anyone could blink the last shot i took ended up causing the entire battleship to explode before the ion canon was able to take a shot at the castle.
“Yeah good job Lance! That was a great shot!” Shiro said as i was doing my victory dance.
“Of course that awesome of shot could only come from someone equally as awesome.” i gloated because for once i was actually happy with what i managed to do.
“Wait then how did you make that shot?” Keith said instantly making me stop my dance whilst thoughts i tried to keep away started to come back full force.
“Shut it mullet youre just jealous you couldnt pull off that shot.” I instantly shot back at him. Before he had a chance to reply Shiro told us to stop arguing and get back to the castle which was now landed on the planet below us called Kuros. Keith didnt bother saying something again but i did manage to hear him growl lowly.
As we stepped out of our lions the aliens who inhabit Kuros, kurens as they are called, started swarming us and started dragging us to the castle where the king and queen would be holding a party for us. This one little alien seemed to be only a child about 3 followed me around for a little bit before he attatched himself to my leg and went with me where ever i went. The kid seemed like he was getting bored so i pulled him up until he was on my shoulders then started dancing around to the music that was playing. Eventually a song came on the required a partner so i forced the closest person to me, who happened to be Keith, to dance with us. “Lance what are you doing!? I cant even dance!” Keith yelled as i pulled him with us while i started spinning us around to the beat. “Relax, Keith and follow my lead.” The dance that went with this song was very fast beat and kind of hard to follow at first but watching the other partners i managed to get into the rhythm of the dance since it was quite repetitive. Keith was against it at first and kept trying to pull away but i think the fact that the Kuren child was enjoying himself and laughing quite loud convinced keith to just go along with what was happening. The party was going on for quite a while and i was getting bored so i grabbed onto Keiths arm while setting down the tired Kuren child and started pulling keith up the stairs to go exploring. “What are you doing?” He asked as we turned a corner. “I am taking you exploring!” “Well why are you taking me exactly?” He questioned while slightly trying to pull his arm out of my grasp but i just tighted my hold while still dragging him with me. “Well because you were the closest person to me duh.” I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world but honestly i think it was the most obvious because thats how i roll. I heard him sigh but he let me pull him to where ever. im pretty sure he doesnt know his way around and if i know Keith he will just blame me if we get caught so itd be better for him to be with me for that to make sense. I found double doors at the end of the hall that just seemed to scream my name, ok not really i just liked how they were really pretty. why does a flipping door need to sparkle, like dude thats awesome! I pushed the doors open and walked in all excited and noticed the room was dark except for the light coming from huge windows on both sides of the room but there was only a tube looking machine in the center of the room. Confused i walked into the machine with keith still right behind me when i reached out to press a button but Keiths voice stopped me. “Maybe you shouldnt press that we dont know what itll do.” “Nah its okay its not like theyd have anything harmful where someone could just walk in and find it.” Before Keith could react i quickly pushed the button which caused the tube doors to close. We both started to bang on the glass but no one was around us and our helmet comms werent working in here so i turned back to the only button thats available to press. “Maybe theyll open if i pressed the button again?” “Nooo-” i cut Keith off mid sentance by hitting the button causing a red light to flash for a second. I quickly jumped back and grabbed Keith kinda scared on what was going to happen when the light stopped blinking and the door opened. We both basically threw ourselves out of the tube as quick as we could. The room was almost pitch black since the sun went down and no lights were on in the room when we suddenly heard Shiro talk. “Guys! Lance! Keith! Can you hear me where are you we are in front of the ship the parties over.” “Heyyy Shiro were here we can hear you we are on our way now.” I said really quick so he would stop yelling. “Yep we can hear you be there in a little bit.” Keith also replied at rhe same time. We both quickly let each other go then started walking out of the pitch black room when Keith spoke up again. “Lance stop screwing around let go of my leg.” “How the butts can i be touching you when im in front of you?” I asked really confused “Wait so that... Isnt you?” “Nope whatever that is isnt me.” I assured him. After those words were out of my mouth he quickly kicked whatever had a hold of his leg off of him then was about to take off running when i heard what sounded like crying from the direction the thing landed. Keith turned on the light in our suits while i moved toward the crying thing when the light reached the object i realized it was a human child who had short black hair and blue eyes lile my own he looked to be about 3 years old at least. “Keith you kicked a child a child do you hear me!” I exclaimed while picking up the child cuddling it to my chest softly repeating that its okay and he didnt mean it “Where the hell did it come from?” “Language Keith hes a child no cussing in from of him!” I took my eyes off Keith and turned my attention to the young boy in my arms. “Hello there. Can you tell me your name?” He looked at me confused then shrugged so i took a different approach. “Okay how about where are your parents little one?” At that his expression brightened and pointed to both keith and i. “Well obviously you and dad, papa!” After hearing that i froze and i could feel Keith tense up behind me. “I mean i can see it Keith he has your hair color and my eyes.” i said while turning so Keith could see the boy in my arms easier. “There is no way in hel-” I quickly interrupted him “no swearing in front of our child alright thats a bad word.” “Papa, dad said a bad word, is he mad at me? “The little boy was tearing up while looking up at me and i could feel my heart just breaking “No little one dads not mad at you are you keith?” I looked at him pointedly as if saying to go along with it. “Of course im not mad at you but i am sorry i kicked you i didnt realize that was you.” Keith said but im pretty sure hes warming up to our little angel already. Even though it is really weird knowing.i have a kid now and with Keith no less i dont mind because i already love our child even if the other parent is Keith. “Its alright dad im not mad at you as long as you arent mad at me!” The kid said smiling brightly. Keith pov After the kid who is apparently mine and ugh lances kid finished telling me hes not mad at me he smiled in a way that reminded me of Lance very big and very bright. “Papa i wanna go see dad can i please?” The kid started making what do you call them? Grabby hands at me wanting me to carry him. Lance just smiled at him and in that smile you could see that this kid was already the center of Lances world. “Of course little one off you go.” He started handing me the kid when we heard Shrio speak up so Lance froze with the child halfway to me. “Guys what is taking so long are you almost on your way?” “Uh yeah we ar- wait ok its ok i got you.” I tried answering but lance just thrusted the kid into my arms whilst i was mid sentance. "What who are you talking to?" “No dont touch that come on lets follow.... Yeah hes right there. I told the kid as Lance started walking away with my following before i remembered Shiro could here me and was probably even more confused then before “dont worry shiro we are on our way go on into the ship be there in a couple of minutes.” “Alright i guess if you say so…” was the only reply i got. You could hear the confusion in his voice before i turned the comms off and started chasing Lance to catch up to him when the kid spoke up “Papa wait up youre going to fall.” that was all it took for Lance to stop so we could catch up. “Sorry bought that bud i promise ill stay closer this time alright?” The kid seemed happy with that answer so he cuddled up to me making me smile. As we were about to enter the castle the kid muttered about where we were and how pretty the castle is.
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#keith (voltron)#lance#keith kogane#kid machine#shiro#pidge#takashi shirogane#pidge gunderson#hunk garrett#hunk#klance#langst
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