i know it’s not / ideal / but i need someone to literally do this with. and everyone’s busy or totally dodging me.
* hiii cb & specify for accidental zombie girl
gigi, stay with me, sweetheart. breathe.
steak and bacon should do the trick. tell me what happened, hm? entertain me while i fix us a meal. it’s not like you to freak out so… easily.
@diregen ⠀ ⠀ uuhh.. like, something beefy? a meat? can i have it with a /really/ good beef or something?
oops. left a hand print.
it usually gets you to stay. * he’d raise her hand to press a kiss to slightly dampened flesh, letting her go to pocket both hands in horribly-and-beyond-distressed jeans, * you’ll save me some meatloaf or whatever you’re having, won’t you? and throw in a twix or something. i’ll try and swing by before midnight. maybe or maybe not with a gift.
@leakingdark ⠀ ⠀ don’t be a baby about like last time. and the one before that. [though if the grin creeping up on the edges of her lips, smeared and drowned in fruit scented gloss cole’d halfway smushed near total disappearance, meant anything, she seemed to enjoy his antics.] as much as i enjoy the asphalt and how it /just kinda/ smells suspiciously like dogs around here.. i need to go. you know how mom is about dinner. i’ll miss you. visit me some more after ten? * they’re my romeo and juliet
no, no, no, no, no. i don’t like this. no way. an / empty / frat house at night? something is way off.
and the world’s worst prank goes to. * blindly, her hand covers gigi’s and clasps tightly around, eyes wandering with interest, confusion, and more confusion. the sight was simply twilight zone. * wait, it’s not your birthday or anything is it? of course not. it just people jumping out and shouting ‘surprise!’ is a bit overdue right now.
gigi, i feel like barfing.
‘m a big girl. if it goes down to that, i’ll just tell the world that he has a tiny dick and couldn’t get it up.
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@betsyonastar ⠀ ⠀ you are sweet and you are my friend. but scott f.’s.. /scott/. you know him. he’s going to screw you and try to make it into a spectacle and give you shit and then it’ll be on me for not telling you how he is. because you’re sweet and, like.. my friend.
* hiii cb & specify for accidental zombie girl
T-J, he’s cool! he’s the coolest in this school! how was that? am i ready for tryouts?
[THE CAMPUS CAPER] well, / hello / there, gigi. fancy meeting you here. how’d you like today’s post?
@extracredited ⠀ ⠀first, gross. second, /lame/. what’re you, running out of material so much that you started keeping track of my ‘to-do’ list too? [the helpless, quintessential cinephile yelp. ‘gi’. this guy was unbelievable. ollie c. was un–fucking–believable.] your girlfriend cool with you writing about other chicks like this? i know for sure that i wouldn’t be.
* it could be anyone under the mask and the basic getup of black hoodie and black sweats, but the muffled startled yelp from the thrust and near-falling balance belonged to ollie very well. ‘get it together!’ * i’m just giving the people what they want, gi. especially exes and crushes and all those who want so badly to know what’s going on with our resident it-girl-cheerleader — who looks like she’s in dire need of a mani-pedi.
@extracredited ⠀ ⠀you have /some/ never showing up in my dorm, y’know. i mean, a lot. you have a lot of it. [face’s perpetually pink and pinker. only the little, detailed features derailed: bunnyish nose scrunched within a second’s notice, glossed lip pulled into a sort of frown that gigi hasn’t been photographed since a picture circa her at only two months old. make-believe mic’s shoved out of her line of sight, a good thrust pronounced to his chest for good measure.] what do you want from me, huh, creep?! what’s it to you that i’m hooking up with whoever— (my girlfriend was /super/ pissed about that post!)
boo. that ending still sucks to this day. * dry fingers drag across the keypad of the laptop between them, mouse hovering over the many choices in the library the mostly illegal site has to offer, * is it your pick or mine this time? / context: laptop movies on an abandoned home’s living room floor <3
it was great, babe. * a quick lie—a joke he manipulated into waking girl. fingers twine in her hair, wispy white eyes on the screen where movie covers beg him to be played. the previous choice didn’t capture the essence of their surroundings; dark, dusty, full of mystery in the shadows. the mouse swipes across the screen, touchpad tapped against to select ‘the people under the stairs’. * this one’s good .. damn, i wish this place had snacks.
@leakingdark ⠀ ⠀[midnight swims have turned from months to weeks to days. she’s lost count of the pores in his gloomy visage and pivoted to dozing off before cole’s call reaches her like a shimmering, gold bell would in the darkness of the deep blue.] hm? [gigi murmurs from below, half–awake and still intact by half her face to the cool of his thigh before she’s dragged herself back up from the core strength of posture alone.] yours.. i think. how’d you like it? [she shifts closer to him, as if it were possible,] grease?
you're getting glitter glue on my shoes.