#goodesco

Late night comfort

Bosco was startled awake at Gigi's growing pleas. Her face contorted into a grimace of pain and fear. She was gripping the sheets. "No, please don't…" Gigi's voice haunted them. It sounded so real, as if someone was hurting her.

Bosco hated Gigi's nightmares. They had only seemed to have gotten worse over the past few months. They hated how helpless it made them feel. All they could do was to be there for their girlfriend, to help her through it the best they could.

Bosco put their hand on Gigi's shoulder to shake her awake. "Geeg, shhh, it's just a dream. I'm here." They were gentle, but firm in their movements. Gigi stilled as her eyes flitted open. "Hey." Bosco's voice was gentle.

Gigi sobbed into Bosco, the dream had felt so real. Bosco soothed her through the worst sobs, waiting for her to calm down enough to talk. Bosco kept whispering sweet nothings into her ear, reassuring her that they were there for her. Gigi's breaths calmed down, her sobs turning mute.

"You probably don't want to talk about it." Bosco could feel Gigi shake her head against their chest. "Thought so. Want to play riddles?"

"Not really." Gigi's voice was hoarse from all the crying. To Bosco's relief, her breathing had evened out.

"Which one is bigger: a preschool, a middle schooler or an adult?"

"An adult, obviously. Do you take me as someone that's dumb?"

"Bzzzt, wrong! A preschool is a building. That's obviously bigger than an adult." Bosco felt proud of their bait and switch. At least, it seemed to have worked on distracting Gigi from what bothered her. "I don't know many building sized humans, do you?"

"I hate you." Gigi groaned, flopping off to her side of the bed. The blanket that had been engulfing the two of them fell on the floor, leaving Gigi's midriff fully exposed.

"Bzzzt, also wrong. You love me." To prove their point, Bosco kissed her nose tip. Gigi giggled at the brush of air against her face.

"No, I really do." Gigi stuck out her tongue to surprise Bosco, who pulled back.

Bosco still hovered over Gigi, with a mischievous grin that only grew larger when they saw realisation dawn on Gigi's face.

"Don't. You. Dare." Gigi warned, however it was too late.

Bosco's hands were over her, tickling her exposed stomach to a response of loud shrills Bosco could swear only kids were able to make. "You've just been visited by the tickle monster." They continued their onslaught on Gigi's body, tickling her under her arms and moving away when her arms came down to remove theirs.

"Bosco!" Gigi's involuntary laughs didn't cease for a moment during their onslaught. "This is childish, stop it."

"Not until you give." Bosco paused for a short moment to hear the sweet words of defeat.

"Never!"

"Suit yourself." Bosco was right back at it, this time varying her attacks by blowing air onto Gigi's skin. The wet air gave Gigi a new sensation of torture, making her squirm even more than before.

"I give, I give." Gigi let Bosco have this victory. The two of them laid next to eachother as they caught their breaths. Bosco put their hand on Gigi's face to cradle it. A wave of gratefulness washed over Gigi. What Bosco had done might have been annoying, but it did work in the end."Thanks."

"Anytime. Do you want anything hot to drink?"

"Some tea would be nice."

"Sure, I'll get it for you." Bosco closed the distance between them, kissing Gigi sweetly before sliding off the bed. "Would you like to come with?"

no literally that's the idea. it doesn't format well since it's tumblr and it won't be good but it will be goodesco so that's fun anyways here's a fic

goodesco, "I can't believe we just did that."

hi!! ty sm doll 💕

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Bosco shrugged as she lit a cigarette. “I can. I mean, seemed kind of inevitable if you ask me.”

Gigi couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Inevitable? Really?”

“Well, yeah,” she answered without missing a beat. “I’m hot, you’re hot. We’re both horny like, all of the time. How else was this supposed to end other than with us fucking?”

She conceded with a nod before pulling her hair up into a messy bun. “Can’t argue with that logic… does that mean repeat encounters are on the table?”

Ooooo a little bit of Goodesco? Why not.

20. Kiss on a scar

Bosco and Gigi finally had the day off together and were not wasting any precious time. They had been watching some sappy romcom Jasmine recommended but quickly grew bored. Completely randomly, Gigi suggested a simple kiss, to show how ya know, real friends who don’t have a thing for each other kiss because obviously they could do it. Of course Bosco agreed and that is how they got into this situation.

Bosco was on top of Gigi, her hands pining Gigis wrists to the bed as their lips traveled down her throat. Gigi moaned deeply and threw her head back into the pillows, giving Bosco all of the area she needed to mark up.

“Fuck me.” Gigi exhaled, her eyelids closed tightly as Bosco made her way to Gigi’s breasts, nipping at the tender flesh.

“I plan too.” Bosco huffed, their eyes looking up at Gigis blissful face. Gigi squirmed in Boscos grasp, growing impatient as Boscos tongue barely graced her nipple. Instead of sucking on the pert nub, Bosco decides to tread further down Gigis body, making the brunette whine and mewl. Bosco chuckled darkly before kissing the girls stomach.

“I’m getting to it babydoll.” Gigi moaned again as Boscos sucked a dark hickey on her stomach, her thighs pressed tighter together. Bosco continues to kiss before stopping. So lost in the pleasure. Gigi opens her eyes and the loss of sensation. She looks down to see Bosco staring at a her stomach, their eyes thoughtful as their grip slackened. One hand leaves Gigi’s wrists and traces the jagged skin. Gigi squirms again as Bosco looks at them, curious eyes meeting lust filled ones.

“Where’s you get that thing doll?” Bosco asks. Gigi squirms, turning her head to avoid Boscos gaze, panic filling her stomach like a sink hole.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Bosco coos, her free hand cupping Gigis jaw. Gigis eyes meet Boscos blue ones, beginning to blush again. “It’s just wanna know.”

Gigi huffs, her eyes watery. “It’s nothing. Just some stupid ugly scar from when I was a kid.” She says quickly, her free hands tracing Boscos sides. Bosco rolled their eyes and kissed Gigi gently. Gigi smiled, finally getting what she wanted, but she soon grew frustrated feeling no sense of fire or desire behind the kiss.

“It’s not ugly.” Bosco says firmly against Gigis lips. She lifts her head and crawls back downwards for Gigis navel where the scar cut through. Bosco leaned down, their hands now gripping onto Gigis hips. They pressed multiple kisses along the scar, giving what Gigi perceived as pure kisses. Her throat closed up and her eyes watered.

Bosco finished their trail and meets again at Gigis head. Their eyes glowing in dark room, piercing into Gigis soul. They lean down and kiss Gigi gently, lips barely pressing against Gigis. She closes her eyes and melts, letting her head flood with a rush of that sickening fuzzy feeling.

i'm so sorry these are so late!! they keep turning into around 1k word oneshots oops <3 hope that makes up for it!!

“Are we locked in here?” Bosco says, trying the handle again. It doesn’t budge. 

“Apparently,” Gigi replies, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, exasperated. She was having a rough day already, and now she’s stuck in a room with Bosco—not that she didn’t like Bosco or anything, it was quite the opposite. Bosco was tall and intimidatingly pretty with a quick wit and contagious laugh. Bosco was a wheezing laugh and long legs and pointed brows.

She's not prepared to be stuck in a room alone with them. Not today, not tomorrow, and probably not ever, at this rate. It doesn't help that the only thing going through her head is Oh God, I’m nervous to talk to her.

Decided to use some of that plot from the Gigi finds Bosco annoying fic title thing.

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Gigi did her best to ignore Bosco. If she stared hard enough at her own reflection in the elevator, maybe she would make it out alright. At least they hadn't tried speaking to her, a small comfort when sharing a small space with someone you couldn't stand. Only 10 more floors and she'd be able to run away for the day, unless she'd be cursed enough that Bosco would go to the same meeting in the same room as her. She hoped and prayed that wouldn't happen.

As if the universe had sensed her bad energy, the lights in the elevator went out and with a slight thud, it had come to a complete stop. Great, just her own great fucking luck. Now she's stuck with one of her least favourite people in the universe. 

"Are you afraid of the dark? Do you need someone to comfort you?" Bosco's first words during the entire disaster made the hairs on Gigi's neck rise. 

"I'm doing just fine, thanks." Gigi kept her rejection short. Anything more or Bosco would find an opening to annoy her further.

Gigi's cold stare wasn't as effective when you couldn't see her angry eyes. Bosco was undeterred by it and her demeanour. With nothing else to do but annoy Gigi, Bosco pressed on. Their eyes had slowly adjusted to the darkness, finding Gigi's silhouette where they expected it to be. Riling Gigi up further seemed as good as any activity they could be doing in the darkness while waiting for the power to turn back on.

Cornering Gigi was easy in the cramped space of an elevator. Without the aide of visual cues, Bosco would need to flirt with their body instead."Hm, are you sure about that?" 

"I'm sorry, I can't stop staring at you." Gigi blurted out. She wasn't even that drunk, at least if you asked her.

"Stare all you want baby." Bosco joined Gigi at the bar, taking the seat right next to her.

"Do you come here often?"

Bosco flashed her a smile in amusement, "that old line huh, do you want to take me home or something?"

"Uhm." Gigi's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She took one last sip of her drink to allow her some time to think. "Maybe?"

"You're lucky that you're cute." Bosco took out their credit card to catch the attention of the bartender. "Two more of whatever this pretty lady had."

"You don't have to do that."

"I insist."

Bosco paid for their two vodka cranberries, then took one of them up to toast. Gigi did the same. The glasses clinked together.

"Cheers."

"I never quite got your name. I'm Gigi."

"Name's Bosco, but I'm pretty sure you'll be screaming it later."

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Gigi confesses, her chin pressed to Bosco’s shoulder in a way that was rapidly becoming a habit, even in the short time they had known each other. From her position pressed against them, she could feel more than hear the sharp intake of breath at her words.

A second passes, just enough time for Bosco to collect their thoughts, before she feels their hands gently nudge her back far enough in their lap to be able to look her in the eyes. “Why don’t you?” they question, a look on their face Gigi had only seen a few times before but had never been able to identify, “It’s obvious that I like you, baby.”

Gigi hums, a small sound in the back of her throat. Bosco was right, it wasn’t hard to piece together the clues—the pet names, the flirting, the way they were always touching each other when they were together. It was enough to give Gigi the confidence to confess in the first place, knowing that it would be a logical assumption even if she had misread the signs. But she didn’t have to worry about that, because she hadn’t.

“Can I?” Gigi’s eyes flick down to their lips, which curl into a teasing grin. 

“I don’t know, maybe you should tell me how much you want to kiss me again first,” Bosco’s voice is playful, but it has another element to it, one that Gigi silently vows to discover another day. But for now—