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oceantornadoo · 11 hours ago

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is it cool that i said all that? (5+1 times jack abbot almost confesses his love to samira mohan, pt3) AO3 LINK

July arrives sticky and too sweet, like gulab juman after a long dinner with aunties disapproving of your life choices with smiles on their faces. The AC in Samira’s apartment decides to only work from 5-8pm, and her landlord is ghosting her on what seems to be a month long vacation. And of course, July 1st marks the turn into Samira’s fourth year of residency. It also marks her first day as chief resident, having to have not one but two meetings with the residents at 7:30am and 7:30pm to make sure she covers her bases.

At first, she worried about Cassie’s reaction to Samira getting the Chief Residency spot. They might not be as close as her and Trinity, or the long distance friendship she has with Victoria while she’s in her Dermatology rotation, but she’d like to consider Cassie an ally. A coworker. A person in her corner, willing to call out the gentle misogyny that can weave its way into various decisions Robby makes. But when she walked in that next day after the necklace incident (the offending necklace itself tucked safely away in her jewelry box in her apartment), all Cassie did was grab Samira into an semi-awkward side hug. “Between Harrison and apartment hunting, you really think I’d apply to that? You’re the best woman for the job.” And a little flutter of a hope beat its wings in Samira’s heart. Maybe Cassie could be more than the person Robby compares her to.

But Chief Resident comes with other responsibilities.

Mainly…scheduling.

July 1st, 8:15AM

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] and 12 others

CC: [email protected]

Hi all,

Below is the schedule for the upcoming two weeks (please refer to my email from June 14th for the July 1-12th schedule). This is a friendly reminder that this schedule is only subject to change with reasonable exceptions!

Thanks,

Samira Mohan (she/her)

Chief Resident, Pittsburgh Medical Trauma Center ER

[email protected]

July 1st, 8:17AM

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

I’m switching with McKay’s shift on July 19 and she’ll take my July 14.

Thanks,

Trinity

July 1st, 3:28PM

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Hi Trinity,

Unfortunately, a R2 cannot switch with an R4. If you do not find a suitable substitute, you will have to work July 14. Please keep me in the loop.

Thanks,

Samira Mohan (she/her)

Chief Resident, Pittsburgh Medical Trauma Center ER

[email protected]

July 1st, 5:37PM

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

I’m not working with him, Samira. I’ll find someone.

Trinity

Three days later, Trinity has still not found a substitute. And two of the residents (Yao and Fisher, both on vacation when Pittfest happened) haven’t done their compliance training, which Gloria is already emailing her about even though they have 17 days left to do it. And it’s 7:12am on July 4th, where Jack is working a double and Robby’s pre-shift hoorah speech has been interrupted by a drunk idiot with a mini-flag on a wooden skewer protruding out of his chest.

The EMT, an older woman Samira has never seen before, starts rattling off stats as Samira, Jack, and Trinity walk the stretcher to Trauma One. “Am I going to die?” The twenty-eight year old white male with a BAC of 0.17% slurs, his dull brown hair flopping against the pristine white sheets. Samira can see Trinity physically bite back a comment about his stupidity, and irrationally wants to pat her friend on the back. “We’re doing everything we can, Mr…” Samira trails off, looking to the EMT, who just shrugs. “We couldn’t find a wallet and he kept slurring.” She says, joining them in Trauma One to help with the transfer. They transfer on Samira’s count, John Doe’s body hitting the gurney with a thump. Samira immediately starts rattling orders off to Donnie and Trinity, but some vigilant part of her watches as Jack and the EMT make conversation at the back of the room.

“Can’t believe you’re working today, Rabbit.” The EMT punches Jack’s arm, quirking a sharp blonde brow when he shrugs. Samira’s never heard him be referred to as Rabbit, and the familiarity with this stranger conjures a large question mark that hangs over her head invisibly. “Could say the same for you, Sneezy. Don’t you have a cabin in Maine?” The EMT (Sneezy, it seems, but Samira can’t even touch that) mirrors Jack’s shrug and crosses her arms over her chest, making her muscles pop. They continue to shoot the shit, speaking another language Samira’s never heard out of Jack’s mouth. Friendship and experience weave into syllables, leaving the conscious part of Samira’s head fuzzy as she unconsciously continues to work on the John Doe. This whole time they’ve been stabilizing the patient, realizing the blood that had been leaking out of him was a nicked artery and nothing too pressing. Still, Samira would like a surgery consult, and Walsh appears like a haint two minutes later with her hair pulled back in her usual severe bun.

“Sneezy, what are you doing bringing me this?” Walsh comments as she checks the work the group has done, seemingly satisfied as she doesn’t throw a usual insult at Jack. It’s her version of a pat on the back as she nudges Samira out of the way with no venom in her movements. “Heard Rabbit was working and had to make sure he was still alive.” The EMT comments, words laced with comfortability, like she knows Jack outside of this sterile house of bacteria and blood. Walsh snorts, already moving the gurney out of the room. “I expect a better case next time. This is work for my intern.” John Doe on the gurney gasps, and it’s like everyone just remembered he was here. Donnie hides a snort as Trinity does not hide her grin, and now it’s Walsh shrugging as she continues to move him towards the elevators.

“If you make me drink piss next week, I’m never taking one of your patients again!” Walsh yells over her shoulder, and disappears in a cloud of benign contempt. Samira snaps her gloves off into the biohazard bin, and it’s like she’s just been dunked into an ice bath. For some reason, she barely remembers the trauma she just handled at record speed, and instead the word drinks floats around her brain like a cloud. All the stress she’s been dealing with, for $2 per hour extra courtesy of the Chief Resident program, hits her like a tidal wave, and this confusing conversation is the last drop in the ocean of her absolute tiredness.

“You good?” She seems to have summoned Jack, and only when he speaks does she realize everyone else has evacuated Trauma One (even the EMT). “I’m fine. Going to check the board.” Samira grabs some hand sanitizer first, focusing on scrubbing it into her skin as Jack stands silently behind her. Task complete, she moves to leave the room, but a solid hand grabs her forearm and holds her in place. “You did a good job, Mohan.” That must be what he thinks she’s worried about, and she hates how her real reason is so superficial. Why does she even care who that EMT was? Or how she seems to have a nickname for him? He doesn’t have to tell her everything, and it’s not like they discuss their personal lives, well, ever. It’s just the stress of this new job, that’s it, and stress is so easy to deal with, it's practically routine. Shove it in a mental box and take it out in the shower, where her muscles will finally relax and some tears might escape.

It’s fine.

Samira shakes herself out of his hold and resumes her original path to the board. He follows, of course, one step away from her heel. They arrive in front of the board silently, and she realizes she still hasn’t responded to his praise, which usually settles in her stomach like warm hot chocolate after a snowy shift. “Thanks. You did a lot, too.” She takes a quick glimpse, finds a case, and strolls to North 2 without a reply from Jack, content to drop it at that.

But Jack Abbot is a dog with a bone and, well, he never drops anything.

July 4th is stereotypically hard for Jack. But if he isn’t here, he’ll be on the floor of his single-level house with all of the cameras to his security system up, constantly vigilant as every firework boom shakes the house. In recent years (i.e. the past three), he’s been able to mostly be a functioning human at the Pitt with his usual concoction of SSRIs and therapist-recommended breathing techniques. Before then, sometimes Robby would stuff him in the on-call room with noise-canceling headphones and a prescription of Benzos for his predictable panic attack. But something has changed – in these three years, he’s been able to survive at the Pitt through sheer will.

And a flash of dark brown skin and doe eyes and furrowed brows and a dimple that only comes out after the success of solving a hard case, but he tries not to jinx himself by overthinking.

Seeing Sneezy helped a little. They trained at Carlisle Barracks together, sweat and bloodshed threaded into that mutual understanding of two kids who had no idea what they signed up for. And of course, that first deployment in a desert they had no business being in, where Violet had sneezed everyday, earning her the name that never went away. They met Walsh the second deployment, along with Martinez and Omondi and Sheehy, and formed some sick group of medics who were too green and too overbearing to be anywhere but here. They always got together after the 4th, to remind each other of what was lost and what’s still here, beating like a brand on his heart.

So it’s safe to say Jack’s a little too on his guard, on “war mode” as his sisters would say, that when he hears metal crash in North 2 twenty-six minutes after Samira disappeared behind the curtain, he goes a little wild.

The scene comes in flashes, like he’s experiencing a highlight reel in real time. Samira frozen, shoulders up to her ears. A bloody hand on her wrist, tugging right where Jack’s hand just was. The wide eyes of a patient, his mouth curved like a knife. The actual knife in the man’s shaking hand, soaked with blood. The blood does it (and logic argues it’s the patient’s own and not Samira’s, but he’s not really listening to logic right now).

He should call Security. He should call for Robby. He should do a lot of things, but he’ll be damned if anything happens to the one woman who brings light to this place, even if they’re just friends.

So instead, Jack slips into his training like a second skin. Disarms the man instantly, kicking the knife away after it clatters to the floor, and then restraining both of his hands to the top of the gurney. Samira’s voice is calling out for Security in the background, but in this moment it’s just Jack and him. And maybe there’s a small part of him that takes pride in the fear in this man’s eyes, the knowledge that he’s successfully protected his Samira.

It’s just a second, but he travels through a decade of warfare in a blink.

Robby’s hand is at his back, attempting to guide him away. Ahmad has his handcuffs out and some of the staff are restraining the patient’s feet. But he can still feel the IED under the tank, the thump of gunpowder on metal, the screams of the soldiers around him. It’s walking through hellfire, the bloodshot eyes of the patient anchoring him in place.

“Jack.” A soft voice rumbles, and Robby’s hand is replaced by a gentler one. “Jack, I’m okay. You can let go of him.” Tension releases in his back under her warmth, but he still can’t let go. “I’m safe, Jack. I’m not hurt.” Something is still shaking inside of him, rattling like a snake.

“Stand down, Sergeant. I’m okay.”

Jack releases, and people in scrubs and uniforms swarm in. That same hand guides him back until they’re out of the room. He can’t look in her eyes, can’t see the fear that’s there, so he just lets her lace their hands together as she walks somewhere unknown. He’s Orpheus, but more resolute, refusing to catch her gaze as he watches white tiles become elevator floor become basement concrete.

They’re in some underground storage unit, some part of the Underworld where he can longer hear the fireworks being set off at 9am. She stops at a cleaner part of the floor, guiding his back to the wall and sliding down with him, their fingers still laced.

He doesn’t know what to say. Maddening, heart-aching guilt rushes in when he realizes this is the point he would usually mourn the absence of his wife, but that hasn’t been completely true in years and it’s even harder to acknowledge he’s content that Samira is here instead. His breathing has, miraculously, slowed on their meditative walk and his vision is no longer tunneled. Instead, Jack finds the contrast of her golden-brown skin against his pale, and rubs his thumb against her knuckles.

“I was irritated at you earlier.” She confesses, slumping against the wall. “Why?” Jack croaks, his voice dry like desert rocks. Samira’s quiet for a second, picking and choosing her words. “Something irrational. It doesn’t matter now.” He wants to push, so desperately it hurts, but he can’t demand anything from her. He doesn’t have that role. It’s one of a partner, lover, boyfriend (how juvenile that sounds), and that is resolutely not him. Samira doesn’t date, despite the flirtations she receives from mail carriers, and if she did, it wouldn’t be him. He’s putting enough strain on her as a friend, forcing her to walk him back from the edge of a violent mistake. So he swallows his question and doesn’t push.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologizes. When she doesn’t answer for a while, he steels himself and looks up at her. Traces the line of her jaw, the slight curve of her cheekbones, the fierce black of her brows. But there’s no fear in her eyes (pupils normal and reactive), or worse, pity, just confusion. “I wasn’t scared, Jack. I was worried for you. You could never scare me.” He exhales sharply at that, tipping his head back into the wall. She wasn’t scared. It’s like a benediction, his Irish Catholic childhood rearing its ugly head. And this could be the moment, where he takes her words as a sign to confess. To sabotage this golden thread between them, because he’ll no longer be just a friend who respects her. And that open look on her face is almost encouraging, but he won’t be able to look at her if it falls when he says the speech he’s been rehearsing since Pittfest. So he squeezes her hand, and she squeezes back, and it has to be enough.

And they stay there for a while, ignoring the shift both of them should be working. His eyes trace the painted beige brick of the basement walls as she rants about scheduling issues and Gloria. And her voice is a little quieter when she references the fellowships she’s considering and how she might want to be closer to her mom in New Jersey, but isn’t sure if her mom wants the same. And the whole time he rubs her knuckles, willing it to be enough.

The rest of July 4th passes sickly slow, the dying cough of a soldier just trying to survive the night. With every boom that shakes the building, he takes a deep breath and catches Samira’s eyes. She gives him a strengthening nod each time, and when it’s 7:06am on July 5th, it’s like Jack can finally breathe.

When he blinks, it’s 8pm on a mid-July Friday night, and Jack’s willing himself to walk the ten steps into Sally’s. It’s run by a military couple, two veterans who understand a place is needed for people like them. A group of guys exit, the door swinging behind them as laughter trails their leave. One of them wearing an Army jacket nods at Jack, eyes dark like he’s able to sense a kindred spirit. Jack nods back, and it’s enough muscle to go in.

The bar itself is a PTSD-haver’s dream. There’s no dark corners, just exit maps on every wall as acoustic rock oldies croon out of the speakers. Every booth has faux walls separating them, ensuring every person’s back can be covered fully. Jack finds Walsh and Sneezy quickly, their hyena laughter signalling that they didn’t wait to start drinking. He slides into the oak wood booth easily, his prosthesis barely complaining.

“The Rabbit popped out of his burrow!” Sneezy remarks, giggling at her own joke. Her and Walsh seem lighter here, a brief reprieve from memories that haunt them all. Jack opens his mouth, but a heavy hand clamps down on his shoulder, interrupting his retort. When Jack turns, he’s greeted by Omondi’s blaring grin, never dampened by his environment. “Brother!” They do that one-armed hug thing, and then Martinez appears with drinks from the bar and for a moment, he’s surrounded by family again.

They drink beer and reminisce and cheer to Sheehy’s memory every time, the phrase thick like cotton in Jack’s mouth. He thinks of his thumb running over a soft knuckle to ground himself, heart slowing to a normal beat as he pretends to be, well, normal.

Until Walsh seems to be a shithead, per usual.

“So, Rabbit Abbot.” Walsh starts. He rolls his eyes as Martinez nudges his ribs. “When are you going to ask out the Chief Resident you’re obsessed with?” Omondi starts wolf whistling while Sneezy’s brows furrow like she’s doing calculus in her head. “Is that the one who ran the trauma we worked?” Sneezy asks, mouth quirking like she already knows the answer. Now Jack is really in for it. “The Chief Resident has a name, Walsh, and yes, Mohan did run that trauma.” Now Martinez is murmuring her name like a twelve-year old and he’s really, really regretting those four beers.

“I know her name, Abbot. I just like to remind you that she’s more accomplished than you were as an R4.” Walsh remarks with her usual irritated tone, softened by the fifth gin and tonic she’s sipping. “Smart and younger, Rabbit? Sounds like you should ask her out just so we can see her turn you down.” Martinez mouths off, his eyes glimmering like he’s remembering the story of how Claire rejected Jack the first time he suggested dinner (in a bar like this one, when he was 24 and got off-base privileges for the first time).

“Nah, I think he might have a chance. She was sending him a lot of looks during the trauma.” Sneezy remarks, waggling her brows. Jack snorts at the thought of this age-old longing being returned. “I’m serious, Abbot. Take the chance before I do.” Walsh challenges, and that opens up a whole can of worms, Martinez reminiscing about when Walsh stole his two-week fling.

The rest of the night passes like a dream. When Jack trudges out around 1am, basically his lunchtime, the streets sparkle with rain that’s long gone. Sneezy’s words echo in his head, the resoluteness that Samira might respond to romantic advances. She doesn’t know Samira though, and it’s likely Samira was just seeing if Jack would step in during the trauma. But Walsh does know Samira, at least as a professional, and her conviction that Samira can be taken from him leaves his skin unsettled.

The thought follows him home, trailing like a shadow.

If Samira’s attention can be taken from him (or whatever hallucination Walsh has made up), does that mean he has it in the first place?

And how can he make sure it stays that way?

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luvangelbreak · 1 year ago

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, suggestive? word count: 3.3k a/n: this series has been longer than I anticipated but I'm living for the slow burn so it's gonna be a while till we're done folks.

pov: layla

I spent the next week couped in my room, refusing to leave as I quickly smoked the bag of weed Wes had given me. Allie had messaged me in concern multiple times and I finally built up the courage to reply to her a day after her last message.

Allie <3 Monday hey girl are you okay? matt has been off all day 1:30pm Tuesday if u wanna talk im here <3 5:37pm Wednesday im getting concerned pls message me if u need anything 3:47pm

You sorry just havent been feeling good im okay just need time alone 10:21pm

Allie <3 im sorry :(10:23pm

You its okay i'll be at school tmrw 10:27pm

Allie <3 okay! see ya then <3 10:28pm

I locked my phone and threw it lazily on the bed beside me, rolling over to face the wall where my window was cracked open. I was glad my dad was out tonight, having to deal with him for over a week straight was draining and I felt like it didn't benefit my self-loathing in any way. I sighed as my mind always travelled back to the look on Matt's face, the pure hurt in his eyes that I knew I caused.

Part of me was glad he hadn't messaged or tried to talk to me. It meant that I could push him away if I wanted to. I did just that without even consciously meaning to. I got scared and made it his fault in my brain but as I continued rotting in my bed, I realised I hurt him more than I ever meant to. It wasn't his fault that I was afraid of someone being close, it wasn't his fault that I let something so small set me off. I needed to make him realise it wasn't his fault and I was just not used to the affection and accommodation he offered me daily.

I barely slept over the past week and this night was no different. My alarm went off in the early hours of the morning and I knew I had slept a total of 4 hours from the way my brain had constantly been reeling. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I took an extra long shower to attempt to rid the disgust I felt towards myself.

After scrubbing my entire body head to toe, I jumped out of the shower and walked to my room. My entire body felt heavy and I felt tears prick my eyes when I looked over to the pink sweater that was still laying over my bag. I picked it up, realising it was the only clean sweater I had since I hadn't been bothered with laundry. I quickly slid it over my head before sliding on my black sweatpants and combat boots. I slid my leather jacket over the top, not bothering with any makeup as I lazily tied my now damp hair into a low ponytail. I grabbed my bag, quickly sprayed on some perfume and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table.

I quickly exited my house without food or water in my stomach and as I began walking down the road, I decided to light one of the last few cigarettes I had pre-rolled. I grabbed my headphones from my bag, slid one into my ear and plugged them into my phone. I clicked shuffle on one of my playlists and I let my feet drag on the asphalt as I slowly made my way down the streets of Massachusetts.

After an hour, I finally arrived in the parking lot of the school and I scanned the cars, my eyes landing where I saw the familiar silver minivan. I paused, letting out a heavy breath as I collected myself and began walking to the group of people in front of the car.

Nate was the first to notice me and he just looked at me with no expression before he turned back to the group. As I got closer I noticed the fact that Mia was standing beside Matt with her head leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back lazily and I felt a pang of pure jealousy run through me. I tried to shake it off as I got closer, knowing I had no right to be mad about it right now since I was the one who caused the riff between the brown-haired boy and myself.

"Speak of the devil," I heard Nick say when his eyes caught mine and I was a few feet away, standing uncomfortably as I looked between all of them. All of their heads turned to look at me, Allie being the only one who didn't seem like they were looking right through me.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked quietly as I didn't dare to meet his eyes yet and there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us, "Please."

"About what?" he asked, his tone short and I looked up to see his face completely expressionless but his eyes held such hurt and aggravation that it felt like it cut right through me.

"Last week," I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my chest of seeing Mia looking at me with a slight smirk. I focused in on the boy I had hurt, his blue eyes piercing in the sunlight.

"Now?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of me and I just looked at him, the judgement of his friends radiating off of them. He sighed heavily before swinging his arm out from around Mia and I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders but there was still a pressure on my chest, "I'll be back."

I looked at the ground as he pushed away from the hood of the minivan and he walked past me. I followed behind him, not daring to look back at his friends as we walked to the back of the parking lot before he stopped to face me.

He didn't say anything for a moment as I looked up at him and he scanned me head to toe before murmuring, "That's my sweater."

"Yeah. I left it on my bag all week but I didn't have any clean hoodies for today," I explained and he hummed as I picked at the skin around my fingers, my nails too short to bite now that I had been picking at them all week. I nervously chewed on my lip before I said, "I'm sorry."

"It took you a week to say that?" he asked, his voice quiet but his words laced with pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I reacted to what you said horribly but I just-" I cut myself off as I took a breath and looked down at the gravel below us, "I haven't had anyone take care of me the way you do. It scares me. I'm sorry."

I squeezed my eyes closed, chewing on my bottom lip far more aggressively than I intended but my heart raced as I waited for his response. I felt his hand fall under my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him, noticing now that he was slightly closer to me. He used his thumb to gently pull my lip away from my teeth as I fidgeted with the hem of the pink sweater.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he asked, his tone softening as he looked down at me and I shrugged dumbly.

"I am bad at talking about that sorta stuff," I answered quietly, my throat closing from the sadness that invaded my body as I looked up at him. I had no right to be upset right now, I was the one who fucked up and made this so difficult, but I felt guilt invade my entire body when I realised I didn't want to push him away. It was habit and I was always bad at breaking them.

"Don't do that again," he demanded softly and I pursed my lips as I pushed my sadness down the best I could as tears sprung to my eyes, "Or I swear to god I won't talk to you again and I don't want to stop talking to you. Ever."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I just don't know how to deal with everything I'm feeling and I know it's shitty but I promise I'm trying. I have no right to be sad right now because this is my fault but I feel so horrible for making you upset. You deserve so much more than that and if I can't give that to you I understand if you don't want me to be around anymore," I rambled out all of my feelings and conflicting voices in my head but I was cut off by his lips on mine.

I paused for a moment to register what was happening before my body melted into his, his arms wrapping around my lower back as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled him into me, missing the way his body felt against my own more than I anticipated. It felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in my room for the past week with smoke-filled lungs. He gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him as I tangled my hands in his hair before he pulled away to breathe for a moment.

"You're an idiot," he mumbled before he leaned back in to kiss me gently again.

"I know," I mumbled against his lips and he ran his tongue against my rough lips, the sting of his saliva hitting the open splits on my lips from chewing them. I hissed and pulled away as he looked down at me.

"You need to stop biting your lip," he muttered as his eyes travelled all around my face, "And stop picking your nails. You're not gonna have any left soon."

"I've been stressed the past week. I can't help it," I whispered as I looked up at him in awe. I had forgotten the pure oxytocin that ran through my system when I was with him and I refused to let it go again.

"Pretty girl," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shook my head as I pulled away from his face slightly, my arms still slung over his shoulders.

"Don't feel bad. This was my doing and I will make it up to you," I answered sternly and his face broke into a small smile. I sighed, the weight being lifted off of my chest now and my body tingled with joy.

"All I'm asking is that you talk to me next time," he whispered, leaning down to place a peck on my lips and I let it linger before I pulled back and nodded.

"I will try," I scratched the nape of his neck lightly and he bit his bottom lip as my face dropped, "Don't look at me like that before we have to go inside. I'll drive us back to your house right now."

"I don't see you for a week and you're ready to jump my bones already," he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows.

"How else can I make it up to you, ya know?" I joked as let my mouth form into a smirk and he shook his head as he pursed his lips, "Does this mean I can come to your game this week?"

"Of course baby," he smiled down at me and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again, promising not only him but myself to never let myself ruin this again.

"By the way," I let my right hand trail from his neck to his chest, playing with the necklace that sat comfortably on his collarbones, "Allie's brother was just dropping me home. He tried to flirt with me but I shut it down. I wasn't lying about that."

"I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry about that," he said softly and I shook my head, twiddling the pendant between my fingers as I looked up at him.

"I know how it looked. I would've been just as upset. You don't need to apologise for it," I mumbled, trying hard to convey my feelings as best I could to which he didn't respond verbally. He instead placed another kiss against my lips and smiled against me as he squeezed my hips.

"Matt!" I heard Chris's voice call from only a few feet away and we both broke apart to look over at him, "You guys done? We gotta go to class."

"I forgot about that," I joked and Chris just gave me a deadpanned look as Matt chuckled.

"We'll be there in a sec," he called to his brother who just rolled his eyes and spun around to walk back to his friends, "They're more pissed at you than I was."

"I can tell," I mumbled as I watched their eyes pour directly into me, "Allie messaged me though."

"She was the only one defending you," he told me honestly and I hummed as I looked back up to him, "I'll talk to them."

"Don't sugarcoat it. You can tell them I'm a dumbass who doesn't know how to deal with her emotions," I stated and he shook his head with a smile, placing a kiss on the top of my head before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said nodding towards the group and I hesitantly began walking with him by my side. Their eyes stayed glued to us as we approached and Mia gave me nothing but a scowl with her arms crossed, "Chill out. We talked about it."

"That didn't seem like talking," Mia spat and I remained silent, letting Matt handle the situation as I looked at Allie who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't Mia," Matt deadpanned and she only scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "We talked about it and I don't wanna hear it."

"Only took you a week," Nate raised his eyebrows as he spoke and he looked at me. I pursed my lips while glancing between them.

"At least it happened," Matt retorted before the bell rang and he sighed, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go."

He began walking with his arm around my shoulder still and I followed suit, Chris moving to stand on the other side of Matt as everyone else followed behind. We made our way to our classes and once we sat down, a weight fell back on my chest.

Not only did I have to make it up to Matt, I had to win back his brothers and his friends.

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Pretty boy where did u go?? 12:23pm

You 🚬 be there in a minute 12:24pm

I locked my phone, sliding it into my pocket as I finished off my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground before I wedged it into the ground with my boot. I made my way back inside and straight to the cafeteria where I saw the group of friends sitting together.

"Hey," Allie beamed as she scooted closer to Mia to make space between her and Matt for me to sit. I smiled at her as I swung my legs over the bench and sat down. Matt placed his arm around my lower back as he continued his conversation with Nick.

"I don't want to wear a tie. That's why I got the red shirt," Matt groaned and Nick gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's prom. You're supposed to look fancy with a tie," Nick stated and Matt ran a hand across his face.

"We're all wearing a tie. Don't be a bitch," Nate pointed out and I tuned them out as Allie tapped my shoulder to gain my attention.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah. Thank you for checking on me," I answered in a hushed tone and she shrugged with her sunshine smile that warmed my heart to know she wasn't annoyed with me.

"Of course. That's what friends are for," she said casually before she turned back to listen to the group conversation. I let her words hang over my head like a cloud.

That's what friends are for.

I don't remember the last time I had a genuine friend and her simple words struck me right in my heart. She had always been kind to me and from the moment we talked, she had been such a light in my life. I realised I not only wanted to share my emotions and feelings with Matt but also with Allie to show her that I appreciated her.

I wanted to be better for both of them.

"How long do we have to stay there?" Chris whined as he threw his head onto the table dramatically and Allie rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like you're being held hostage. If you don't wanna go it's fine," Allie responded, her tone quietening at the end and I could sense the slight sadness at Chris's distaste for prom.

"Al, I told you I'm going and I'll stick to that. I just don't wanna be there for five hours," he lifted his head up to look at her and she shrugged, eyes glancing at the table.

"We can leave early and go back to my house," she offered and Chris's mouth broke into a smile as he nodded.

"Works for me," he said triumphantly before sitting up again, resting his elbows on the table in front of him.

"How are we getting there?" Mia asked, looking around at the group and I just sat there in silence, deciding to go along with whatever plan I knew Allie had already set up.

"Meet up at my house at five thirty so we can take photos and make sure we have everything and then we will leave at like six-thirty to get to the hotel," Allie explained the plan and everyone seemed to hum along in agreement. I felt Matt's arm snake further around my back as he scooted closer to me.

"How are we getting there?" Nick asked and Allie smiled as she adjusted her ponytail.

"I got us a limo," she announced happily and Mia showed her first sign of happiness of the day as she squealed excitedly, "You guys won't drink right?"

Matt and his brothers shook their heads with a firm no and Allie turned to look at me and I shrugged, "Depends on what it is."

"Bottle of champagne in the limo?" Mia asked Allie and Allie nodded causing Mia's smile to widen.

"You're dad won't arrest us if we drink?" Nate asked, the half-hearted joke not landing well with Mia as she rolled her eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know," she pointed out with a slight smirk and Nate raised his eyebrows before nodding in agreement.

"Did you find a dress?" Nate asked, turning his attention to me as he attempted to make conversation. I assumed that in the time I'd been in my other classes and was outside Matt had talked to Nate, Chris and Nick since they weren't glaring at me anymore but they still felt slightly standoffish.

"No. I'm just gonna make my own," I explained and he nodded, his smile in a downturned smile.

"Mad impressive that you can do that," he complimented me and I gave him a half-hearted smile as Matt traced circles on my hip with his thumb.

"Thanks. I just hope I can finish it in time," I explained and I could sense Mia's disgust towards me radiating off of her but I was learning to tune her out like I had always done before Matt came into my life.

Suddenly the bell rang for our next classes and everyone began getting up. I stood up from the table before Matt spun me around and kissed my lips gently. I froze for a moment, shocked at the fact he did that in the middle of the cafeteria but I quickly reciprocated the action before he pulled away.

"See you after school pretty girl," he smirked at me before he walked away and I stood still for a moment as I watched him walk away with Nick, Chris, Nate and Mia.

"You guys are so fucking cute it makes me want to throw up," Allie rolled her eyes playfully beside me and I looked around to see people staring at me once again. I pursed my lips, my cheeks tinging red as I hid a smile and shook my head before I began walking out of the cafeteria.

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shwaluvr · 9 months ago

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Rememberance

A Brian Griffin and Song Mingi Story

tags - family guy, ateez, slight mention of mpreg, tequila

3:37pm September 11th 2024

Brian..

Brian wake up!

BRIAN!

An undistinguishable voice shouts across the field running frantically towards Brians limp body. As the man approaches Brian begins to realize who it is and where he is.

“..Chan I told you I never wanted to see you again” Brian mutters.

“Brian you are seriously hurt we need to get you to a doctor” The man exclaims. A look of anger rushes over Brians face

“Don’t you realize Christopher?! It was YOU that did this, I would have never been hurt if you just let me live without you!?”

“I couldn’t stand to watch you hurting, and don’t call me Christopher” Chan lifts Brian up in a hurry and begins to run in the direction of his 2004 Subaru Baja

“I AM NOT GETTING IN THAT THING, You never even check the fucking oil”

“You are about to bleed out and you care more about my Baja than your own well being, why do I even bother?”

As Chan loads Brian into the car he notices the stick lodged into Brians side and goes to pull it out

“DO NOT pull that out Chan! did you learn nothing in First Aid training? Or did you miss that part because you were staring at me the whole time”

“Im sorry” Chan starts the car and speeds off in the direction of the hospital

10:23pm September 11th 2024

I have to leave you now Brian, its for the best

9:30am November 5th 2024

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“shut the fuck up” Brian smashes his phone to shut off his alarm

“I should call out, but its Nicoles birthday and the cake is in my fridge, why am I always in charge of this shit, I cant even have fucking chocolate”

As Brian drives to work he tries to remember the night before, 4 tequila shots was enough for him to only remember snippets of what happened and he had had 5. It dawned on him there was a man, a tall man, with a big ass (Brian liked big asses)

“fuck what was his name” Brian muttered under his breath, Brian dismisses the thought and continues his drive to work. After carefully loading the cake into the office fridge Brian hears someone sneak up behind him

“Soooo did you get his number” Brian jumps at the surprise he fully knew was coming

“whos number?”

“the cute guy at the bar! the one you called dibs on” And suddenly everything rushes back to Brian

“I did not call “dibs” Nicole I merely got to him first, and besides no I dont think I did”

“Wellll… I have a suprise… I got it!”

“Good for you, now can you move I have work to do”

“I got the number for you. and you didnt even say happy birthday, you are suck a fuckwad, no wonder Bang Chan left you for me”

“He didnt leave me for you, its a lot deeper than that”

“Still no happy birthday?”

“happy birthday.” Brian muttered as he brushed past Nicole on the way to his desk. Why would he bring Chan up.. its been months now and she knew you hated talking about it, he left you alone in the hospital for 3 days. Nicole swiftly walks up to brians desk leaving a neatly folded napkin with what seemed to be etched by a pencil a phone number was written on it, sloppy but somehow still legible

“… i cant believe she did this” he said under his breath pulling up the imessage app on his phone

“what do I even say, hi its the guy who was hitting on you at the bar last night, or hey I like your ass”

hey its me from the bar last night

which one?

I’m kidding, Im glad she actually gave you the napkin

why wouldn’t she?

dont act like you didnt see her staring at me the whole night, but you were staring too werent you?

yeah maybe i was what about it?

maybe you could meet me back there and you can make it up to me

tonight at 6:30

well I guess I have to, you gave me no choice

Brian slams his phone down

“fuck, what am I doing”

6:23 pm November 5th 2024

As Brian sits at the counter waiting he cant help but wonder what he signed up for, mid daydream he feels a tap on his shoulder

“hey! its good to see you showed up”

“of course Id show up, Im a man of my word”

“You are? you said you were gonna take me into the alley last night”

“I did?”

“No im just kidding Brian, you didnt make any open threats.. yet”

“I have something embarrassing to say.. I dont remember your name.. I had 5 shots.. Sorry”

“haha its okay, Im Mingi, do you want a drink?”

“yeah I mean thats the real reason I’m here”

“Im sure it is” Mingi chuckles as he gestures towards your favorite bartender Kat”

“Katt!!! can we get two of your extra special margs” Mingi almost pleads

“On a Tuesday?? you cant just drink every weeknight”

“Kattttt work is tough, you know that!”

“Ok but your limit is 3, unless you wanna throw me a hefty tip”

“deal.” Mingi turns to Brian

“Have you had one before, they are her best drink”

“Honestly I usually just down shots and go on with my night”

“Thats no fun”

A couple drinks go by, the both of them chatting away learning what felt like everything about one another

“Brian” Mingi interjects

“How about we go back to my place, I have some stuff I can fix us another drink since Kat so kindly cut us off”

“..okay”

“Bye Kat!! and tell Woo goodluck with the ultrasound!l

Both Brian and Mingi walk out of the bar, catching the next taxi back to Mingis place

“What are you a multi-millionaire, this place is huge!?”

“I live with 7 other people, well I used to a lot of them have other places to stay”

“Are any of them home? and who are these people?”

“Just my coworkers, and the only one home is Yunho who is locked up in his room in the basement playing valorant or something”

“Coworkers? what exactly do you do” This hadnt been brought up in the conversation because Brian didnt want to admit he worked a mediocre office job

“Just this like music dance group thing, nothing really”

“Pff ok mr “nothing really” can we go inside its getting chilly”

Mingi leads brian inside into his bedroom

“Your bedroom?? isnt it a little soon and what about the drinks”

“Ill go get them, I just think I heard someone other than Yunho and Im not ready for that conversation, just sit here ill be back” Mingi rushes off into the kitchen preparing two drinks as none other than Wooyoung himself walks in

“What are you doing here?? I thought you were staying at Kats tonight”

“I came to raid the snacks she hasnt been to the grocery store in a week”

“Ugh fine just leave quick”

“Why do you have 2 drinks? What are you hiding”

“Nothing Ive just had a shit day and want to have two drinks while I catch up on Chainsaw Man”

“Ok nerd whatever, see you tomorrow”

Mingi heads back into his room drinks in hand

“Im so sorry, Woo was being a prick”

“Woo like the guy you mentioned to Kat? the ultrasound one”

“Yeah the ultrasound one.. hes a pain”

“What was he prodding you about”

“Nothing really, do you like the drink”

“Its good, pretty strong but good”

“Says the person who exclusively drinks shots” He laughed, Brian couldn’t help but admire his smile and the way his face lights up when he laughs. Mingi stopped laughing to notice Brians eyes locked on his and he suddenly felt himself leaning into Brian

“Shit Brian Im so sorry.. I.. I didnt mean to”

“Its ok, I want to” Mingi leaned in, Brian felt a rush of adrenaline as Mingi leaned in, their faces just inches apart.

like for part 2

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #family guy #brian griffin #song mingi #mingi #wooyoung #stray kids #bang chan #subaru #mpreg #kpop

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theoryify · 11 months ago

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Theorist Falls, North Carolina 5:37pm

Some strange book has been spotted near the woods of the Curiosity Shack. Its appearance is similar to that of flowing ink, with some sort of zodiac scrawled on the ground underneath. We've logged the book into private records for now. Until we check the contents inside, that book won't see the light of day. This zodiac, however, appears to be harmless and will be shared freely in the hopes that someone who recognizes the symbols will be willing to cooperate with our studies.

The logos are: Song Theory, Conspiracy Theory (by u/darkendway), Nugget Theory, GTLive, Game Theory, Film Theory, Book Theory (i swear that's what that is meant to be), Food Theory, LoreFi, and Style Theory

Peepachu is the replacement for Bill

#theoryify #gravity falls #the book of bill #thisisnotawebsitedotcom #game theory #film theory #food theory #style theory #gtlive #nugget theory #song theory #book theory #lorefi

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dhr-ao3 · 12 days ago

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The Black Card War

The Black Card War https://ift.tt/XZqRV9L by Chengbby Durmstrang sent its fiercest, Beauxbatons sent its finest, neither expected the other to be a threat or a temptation. When Hermione Granger, heiress to the feared Granger Crime Syndicate, crosses paths with Draco Malfoy, heir to a blood soaked French Empire in silk gloves, the sparks they strike could ignite more than rivalry. In a world ruled by Black Cards passed between enemies with a mark for death, what begins as a battle of wills and manipulation quickly turns into something much more dangerous. Love was never part of the deal, now it’s the most dangerous card on the table. 🂲 Words: 16588, Chapters: 5/25, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Syndicates Duology Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Original Characters, Luna Lovegood Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Forbidden Love, Mutual Pining, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Beauxbatons Student Draco Malfoy, Durmstrang Student Hermione Granger, Canon-Typical Violence, Unresolved Sexual Tension, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, Character Death, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Smut, Eventual Smut, Book One of A Duology, BAMF Draco Malfoy, Eventual Romance, First Time, Secret Organizations, Organized Crime, Undercover Missions, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Hermione Granger is Bad at Feelings, Idiots in Love, banter as a love language, Falling In Love, I'd tell you I love you but then I'd have to kill you, dramione - Freeform, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy In Love, Angst, Theodore Nott Being a Little Shit, chaos goblins the lot of them, Spies & Secret Agents, Hogwarts Era, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons (Harry Potter) via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/rSu7JnA June 15, 2025 at 04:37PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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fandomgirlz01 · 2 years ago

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This Can’t Be The End Pt. 2

Nick Stokes X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,890

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here. {Coming Soon}

Post Date: July 23rd 2023

Post Time: 12:31 AM

Summary: Based off of: Season 5 episodes 24 and 25 When Nick gets kidnapped, the reader is forced to fear the worst for her husband as she and the team work the case with hopes of bringing him home safe.

Reader’s Pov:

When I finally decide to get up from the couch, I wrap the blanket around my shoulders before walking out of the break room. I walk down a few halls in search of someone I can talk to and I soon find Warrick talking with Hodges.

I walk up behind him with my blanket still wrapped around me and Warrick looks down before putting an arm around me. I lean into him and Hodges smiles at me softly before continuing to talk to Warrick.

“I’m using your track and wheelbase measurements, plus or minus five percent to account for rain-shadowing and/or drying effects,” Hodges explains as the program does its work.

“All right, print it out,” Warrick tells him and he nods before typing on the computer.

“Hey. How are you doin’?” Warrick asks me and I shrug.

“I mean, I slept. It was only half an hour, but I slept. I just want Nicky back…” I tell him with a frown and he nods in understanding.

“I know, mamas, I know. We’ll get him back. I promise you that,” Warrick tells me as he rubs my shoulder.

“Here’s the list,” Hodges speaks up as he holds it up and Warrick takes one arm off of me to reach for it.

“Thanks, man,” Warrick replies as he takes the stack of the printed list.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever will help find Nick. What’s your next step from here?” Hodges asks as he crosses his arms.

“Imma head over and see Rachel. She said she’d show me the traffic cameras in the area,” Warrick tells him and he nods.

“Well, good luck. Don’t worry, y/n, we’ll bring Nick home to you,” Hodges promises me and I smile weakly at him.

“You comin’ with me?” Warrick asks as he pulls back to look at me.

“Yeah. I suppose so,” I agree with him and he nods.

“Alright, then. Let’s go. Bye, man,” Warrick replies as he stands up and Hodges gives him a nod before going back to his work.

He turns me around and together we start walking towards Rachel’s office. Soon we walk in to see Rachel typing something up on her computer. She turns when she sees movement and gives us a small smile.

“Hi, guys. I have the footage loading up right now,” she tells us as she stands and rolls another chair over.

“Here you are, y/n,” she says as she points down to the chair.

“Warrick, you can take that chair over there,” she tells him as she points to one at another desk and sits back in her seat.

“Thanks,” he says sarcastically before walking over to grab the chair.

He walks back over, pulling it along with him before settling down to my left. He starts to look at her screens and analyze them as it seems the program is up.

“I need you to bring up the traffic cameras in a three block radius between Flamingo and Koval in the last 24 hours,” he explains to Rachel as he stands up and leans over the table.

“We only buffer the video for the past few hours,” she quickly informs and he looks at her.

“I can take you back as far as 10:37pm,” she continues and he rocks back before taking his seat again bringing his hand up to his chin.

“That’s good enough. Our guy was taken around 11:00,” he tells her as all the cameras pop up simultaneously.

Together we all look for a few minutes and nothing really seems to jump out at us. My leg starts to bounce as I start to feel more anxious and Warrick gently puts his arm around me. Rachel then pulls up two specific cameras and we watch them.

“Scan forward. We’re looking for a big truck,” he tells Rachel as he lets go of me to point at the screen. She types something on her keyboard, doing just as he says.

“How about that one? Looks like a Suburban.” She brings the video on the left to a pause.

Warrick takes a moment to look at what she points out before looking down at his list that Hodges had given to him. He flips through the pages for a few minutes before looking back up at the screen.

“It’s on the list,” he confirms as she pushes play again.

“Whoa, he’s really movin’,” he comments as we continue to watch.

“Wait a moment… that one, the big Ford,” his voice escalates just a tad, making me jump lightly, but hope flows through me.

“Follow it,” he decides and Rachel nods.

“The expedition truck left the area around 11:15,” Warrick starts to explain as he looks over his paperwork.

I look up around the table of people who have become my family. Sara takes a drink of her coffee and I resist the urge to cry when I think about how Nick would lean over to me to make some sarcastic comment about what she was drinking.

“Definitely in a hurry. Took a right off Koval onto Tropicana, crossed Las Vegas boulevard onto the 15 south and then it drove off the grid,” Warrick continues to explain as I snap out of my thoughts.

He puts his paper down and leans back before scooping my hand into his and giving it a squeeze. If Nick wasn’t the best at knowing my emotions, I’d say Warrick is a good close second. Both can almost always sense when I’m upset and need a good cuddle.

“At least we have a general direction,” Grissom comments from where he sits.

“Great, so Nick could be anywhere from Green Valley to Seven Hills to Arizona,” Sara comments in a very sarcastic, dead-end tone and I let out a small puff of air.

“Sara, not really the time for sarcasm, yeah?” Catherine lightly scolds her as Warrick gives my hand another squeeze.

“No. It’s ok. She’s right. He could be literally anywhere at this point…” I speak up and everyone nods along understandingly.

“That is assuming he was even in that truck,” Greg adds on as he leans back in his chair.

“Well, according to Hodges, the white fibers on Nick’s vest were cotton with traces of ether…” Catherine explains after taking in a breath.

When she says that, I instantly close my eyes and images of Nick putting up a fight with the person plays though my mind. I feel another squeeze to my hand and it pulls me back to the real world as I open my eyes.

I look at Warrick and he gives me a tight smile, silently clearly asking me if I’m ok. I hesitate but nod, telling him I’m fine and he turns back to the table.

“Ether? That’s old school…” Sara comments after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, stuff is volatile. Flammable. Outside of meth cooks, no one uses it anymore,” Warrick adds on his two scents and the room slowly gets warmer.

“People use what they know,” Grissom adds as he starts to fidget a bit in his chair.

“All right, so, where are we on possible suspects?” Catherine asks as she takes her glasses off and looks at Greg.

“So far, none of Nick’s active or recent cases stand out. And his old stalker’s still behind bars,” Greg explains his findings and I start to shake my leg.

“Are you 100% sure Nigel is still behind bars, Greg?” I ask, sitting up as I slowly seem to grow more agitated.

“100%, y/n, I saw him on live video footage myself,” Greg replies and I sigh as I slump back into my chair.

“Maybe it’s a random act,” Sara comments and I immediately sit back up.

“Well, that’s possible because whoever staged the crime scene couldn’t have known that Nick was going to respond,” Catherine agrees and I shake my head in disbelief, even though I know what they’re saying is perfectly logical.

“Yeah, it’s just bad luck he did,” Warrick agrees from next to me, making my leg bounce more.

“Sara, what about the coffee cup?” Grissom asks as he sets his paperwork back on the table.

“No DNA or prints on the cup or in the bag,” Sara replies in a matter-of-fact tone. Just then, we hear some sort of commotion going on out in the lobby.

“Don’t touch the edge of it!!” We all hear Hodges scream.

“You got to sign…” another unknown voice yells out.

“Security! Security!” Hodges yells out again and Grissom’s the first to get up to his feet.

We all quickly follow behind him and he runs out to the lobby. Once in the lobby, we can see Hodges and a security guard fighting an individual who holds a package of some sort.

“Get your freakin’ hands off me, man!” The individual yells out as he fights the security guard.

Hodges clearly gets a hold of the package and moves over to the desk to inspect it. Grissom stops in the doorway, watching in confusion.

“Hey! I told you, you gotta sign for that!” The guy that’s still fighting security yells out.

“What are you doing, Hodges?” Grissom expertly asks what we’re all wondering as we watch from behind him.

“Guy comes in here with a package with no return address,” Hodges tries to explain as he tries to catch his breath.

“You’re violating my rights! I want a lawyer!” The delivery guy yells out as he continues to fight with security.

“Shut up!” Catherine admonishes him as she points at him and he does just that, looking shocked.

“Way the guy was pawing that envelope, I figured I better get it away from him before he wipes off all of the trace,” Hodges starts to explain himself again and Grissom looks at him, confused.

“What trace?” Grissom asks, confusion clear in his tone.

“Oh! It’s about Nick…” Hodges calms down right away as he breaks the news.

We all step forward when Grissom does only to see what it says on the envelope;

Crime lab

3057 Westfall AVE.

Las Vegas, NV 89109

RE: STOKES

Silence falls as I let out a small gasp when I see my own last name on the envelope. Warrick grabs me and pulls me into his side as Grissom puts gloves on. He then picks the package up very carefully and takes a second to look over the details before turning to Catherine. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out and she shakes her head.

“Let me do this,” Grissom says before pushing past us and walking off.

Nick’s Pov:

When I come to, I try to sit up but only end up hitting my head against a hard surface. I groan as I lift my hand to my head and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. When I do, I quickly jump and there’s a thud as my hand hits the top.

I look around me, trying to figure out what’s going on and find a glow stick. I grab it so I can get a better look around and soon start to breathe heavily before I feel around me some more, only to find my service weapon.

I grab it and bring it up to where I can see it. I pull the clip out and see it’s still full, making me sigh. I put the clip back in and cock the gun before setting it back down. I then pick the glow stick back up and look around some more before knocking at the glass.

I reach down to my side again and feel something else. Once again I pull it up so I can see what it is and it’s a tape recorder. I click the play button and at first it’s just static, but soon a voice is leaving me a message.

“Hi, CSI guy. You wondering why you’re here? Because you followed the evidence. Because that’s what CSIs do. So breathe quick, breathe slow, put your gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Any way you like, you’re going to die here. Okay,” the voice explains and then the tape shuts off. I slowly start to try and break my way out, but when I can’t I scream only to start sobbing.

Y/n’s Pov:

We all watch through the window to the lab as he walks in and starts to feel around it. When he’s sure it’s not dangerous, he fully sets it down and grabs an x-acto knife. He carefully slices into the top before putting the knife down and picking up a flashlight.

He turns the flashlight on before holding the package open from the sides and peering into it. Confusion crosses his face before he empties the package onto the table and something falls out from it. We then watch as he looks for any sign of prints with the blue light.

Soon he’s waving us all in, but I freeze, not knowing if I want to go or not. Catherine stops when she realizes I’ve frozen before looking at me.

“You ok, y/n/n?” Catherine asks me, but I only shake my head.

“I don’t know…” I tell her as I stay frozen.

“Hey. Go ahead. I’ll get her to come, just… uhh, give us a sec,” Warrick tells Catherine and from the corner of my eye, I can see her nod before she walks off.

“Hey. I’m sure he’s fine. I promise you he’ll come home,” he tells me as he stands in front of me and holds both my shoulders.

“You can’t make a promise like that, Rick. You don’t know what’ll happen,” I argue back and he sighs before pulling me into another hug.

“I know I can’t. I’m sorry, but I will promise to do everything in my power to bring him home to you,” he informs me and I sigh before nodding against him.

“Come on. Let’s go get our boy back,” he says as he pulls back from the hug before pulling me along with him into the room where everyone stands.

They all watch as I walk in and I give a small smile to them before they all circle around me. Grissom holds up the tape he pulled out earlier and slides it carefully into a tape player. He presses play and we all listen to a few minutes of white noise before 60’s rock music starts to play.

♪ You can try to please me

But it won’t be easy

Stone walls surround me

I’m surprised that you even found me

And you don’t stand an outside chance

Don’t stand an outside chance

You don’t stand an outside chance

But you can try ♪

Outside chance by The Turtles is the song that plays and we all just listen for a good few minutes. We all intently wait for anything else that could help us find my husband, but the song continues to play on. I sigh in anger and Warrick puts his hand down to rub my back soothingly.

“Son of a bitch… he’s screwing with us,” Catherine curses out loud in anger, shaking her head.

♪ Whatever you do girl

You know you can’t get through girl

Can’t bring me down ♪

The music continues to play and I can’t help, but feel like it’s mainly me the song is taunting. I let out a sigh and Warrick again rubs my lower back to try and comfort me. Grissom then picks up the flash drive that was with the tape and turns to walk over to the desk behind him.

We all walk over with him and we watch him plug it in as the music continues to play in the background. After he plugs it into the computer, he opens the drive and words start to slide in from the left.

‘ONE MILLION DOLLARS IN 12 HOURS,’ is the first line, making me gasp quietly and again Warrick quickly pulls me into him, but I turn my head to watch the rest of the lines slide by.

‘OR THE CSI DIES.’ I gasp again and tears start to fill my eyes as it continues on.

‘DROP-OFF INSTRUCTIONS TO FOLLOW.’ It continues to have words in all caps slide across the screen.

‘AND NOW FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE…’ it reads and Warrick tries to get me to turn my head away, but I can’t bring myself to.

“YOU CAN ONLY WATCH,” it ends off with the watch seemingly looking like a link.

Grissom moves the mouse and clicks on the link, making us all watch with bated breath as it brings up the video. I let out a gasp when we see Nick pop up on the screen, he’s buried in a clear coffin box and clearly freaking out. The timer at the bottom of the screen clearly counts down, making me have to force myself to try and swallow, but the lump that seems to grow bigger and bigger stops me:

I push Warrick off me lightly and walk right up next to Grissom. I touch the computer screen with my thumb as tears make their way down my face. I feel Warrick put a hand on my shoulder and I close my eyes, not wanting to see his face contorting in fear any longer. I just stand there with my eyes closed for a moment as everyone else watches on in sadness. I take a deep breath hoping it’ll ground me, but it doesn’t work.

“Warrick, get her out of here. She doesn’t need to see anymore right now,” Catherine’s voice speaks up and I feel Warrick grab me lightly by the arm.

He drags me out into the hall and steadily holds me by the shoulders. He says something, but I don’t catch it in my panic mode and he gives me a small shake to break me out of it.

“Why don’t you go back to the break room. I’ll come check on you in a bit,” he tells me and I shake my head as I immediately sober up.

“No. I’ll be fine. Let me back in there,” I demand as I cross my arms across my chest.

“Sweets, are you-” he starts as he stands big and tall in my way, but I stop him as I hold up a hand, shaking my head.

“Let me back in there, Warrick… now…” I tell him as I cross my arms and put a scowl on my face.

“I don’t think-” Warrick starts, but I cut him off.

“Ok. So I had a moment of weakness, Rick. So what, that’s my husband on that live feed. It may be the last time I can fully see him. Please… I’m good now, I swear. If I get overwhelmed again, I promise I’ll go shower or something. Just… let me go back,” I beg him before casting my eyes down to the floor as they start to fill with tears again, but I will them away.

“Please… B…” I whisper out, still refusing to look up at him and he sighs, making me look up at him.

“Ok, but if it gets the slightest bit bad, you’re out of the room, got it?” he asks me and I nod with a small smile.

“Thank you, B…” I tell him as I walk over to him and reach up to give his cheek a kiss.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I know Nick would literally be sitting over there day or night if roles were reversed. Just don’t make me regret it,” he lightly jokes as he steps to the side to let me though and I shake my head.

“Wouldn’t think of it. Nick would have my butt for making you regret it anyway, ” I tell him as I pat his chest as I pass him and he chuckles lightly.

I walk back into the room just as they click on the watch link again and my smile instantly falls. I walk over next to Catherine and Warrick stops behind me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. Grissom now sits at a desk behind us all, writing something down.

“I don’t think he knows we can see him,” Catherine comments as we all continue to watch.

“How can we be sure it’s a live feed?” Sara asks as we all don’t take our eyes off the computer.

“We’ve got to assume that it is,” Warrick replies grimly and I feel him rub my shoulder ever so slightly.

“The space in that box looks like two by two by six, which would be 24 cubic feet. That would hold approximately 600 liters of air,” Grissom speaks up, getting all of our attention and making us turn to him to see him doing the math.

“If you figure half a liter per breath… slow breathing…” Grissom continues, but pauses to look at his watch.

“Maybe twelve breaths per minute. Panic breathing would be, what, twice that much,” Grissom analyzes more as he looks up at us, then back down to his paper.

“Well, if the math is right, he’s got about an hour and 15 minutes of air left in that box,” Grissom finishes off and we all turn back to the screen.

“But if they’re going to keep him alive for twelve hours, it must mean that he’s got an additional air supply,” Catherine adds on and we watch for a few more minutes until the video clicks back to the beginning page.

“We lost the feed,” Johnson, our tech guy who stands next to Sara, tells us and we all look confused for a moment.

Warrick pushes me slightly out of the way and grabs onto the mouse. He uses it to click on the WATCH again and the video pops up.

“Looks like a live feed to me,” Warrick comments. “I say we keep the light on,” he continues as we all watch on.

One by one, the others leave to try and learn more. Now it’s just me and Warrick sitting here, constantly clicking the link to watch it. Every once in a while, I find myself playing with my ring as well as the necklace that sits on my neck:

I switch off playing with my ring, spinning it around my finger over and over before letting it sit idle for a few minutes. Then I play with my necklace, moving it back and forth on my neck. I sigh and look down at my ring and I feel a hand land on my hand.

“Stop that. I know you’re worried, that’s what you do when stressed, worried or trying to hide something. Seeing as the situation is a little difficult, I’d say it’s definitely the first two, but the more you do it, the more you freak out,” Warrick tells me and I shake my head, letting a puff of air out.

“You’re right, I need to calm down…”I agree wearily and he nods.

“There ya go. He’ll be home and cuddled up in your bed with you before you know it,” Warrick practically wills it in his tone and I sigh.

“Maybe I should go-” I start, but pause when my phone goes off.

I pull it out of my pocket and the face lights up, showing me there’s a text. Opening it, I find a text from Catherine: His parents are here. Still wanna come in with me and Griss?

I frown lightly, but text back: Yeah, it’ll be helpful for his mom if I’m there. Which room are we doing it in? I’ll be there in a minute.

It’s only a minute later when she replies: We will be in the smaller meeting room.

When done reading the last text over, I let out a sigh and look at Warrick. He raises an eyebrow at me and I shake my head.

“It’s Catherine. She’s informing me that his mom and dad are here,” I explained and he nods before rubbing at his cheek.

“Go. Come find me if you need me after, ok? I’ll drop everything if you need me too,” he promises and I give him a small, sad smile. He gets up as I do and pulls me into a hug. I sigh and sink into his warmth for a moment before pulling away.

“Here I go. I’ll possibly see you after,” I tell him and he gives me a thumbs up.

“You got this, sunshine,” he encourages me and I give him a half smile as well as a small nod.

He turns back to the screen and I catch him grimacing before I turn around. I take one last sigh before starting to walk towards the small meeting room. When I get there, I can see Catherine and his parents just sitting down.

“Y/n. Hi, dear. How are you doing? You don’t look well,” his mother comments in a concerned tone as she gets up from her seat and comes over to hug me.

“Umm, honestly Jillian, I’m far from feeling fine. But maybe you should sit back down before me and Catherine tell you what’s happened,” I tell her as she pulls back from the hug and frowns at me.

“Of course, dear. If you think that’s best,” she agrees with me and together we walk over to the table.

She walks around and sits next to her husband and I sit across from her. I look at his dad and give him a soft smile.

“Y/n,” he greets with a firm head nod.

“Judge,” I greet back the same way.

“Where’s Griss?” I ask Catherine as I look around, not finding him.

“He had something to look into. He’ll be here in a few minutes,” Catherine explains and I nod, taking a gulp.

“Do you wanna break it to them or me?” she asks me and I nod.

“I guess I can,” I sigh before turning to look at his mom and dad.

“Mom…” I prompt as I pull my hand out and shakily hold it out to her.

“Judge,” I prompt after she grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze while I look at her husband, who nods firmly to me again.

“Nick’s been… kidnapped. They want one million dollars in twelve hours…” I explain and his mom immediately gets tears in her eyes.

“Ok. We can make that money. We have starter money right here,” his dad informs us as he holds up a yellow envelope.

“Do we at least know he’s safe? Y/n. Is my baby ok?” she asks me as she again squeezes on my hand.

“From what we’ve seen. I think he’ll be ok. If we can get to him,” I tell her and the room goes quiet for a moment.

“Bill…” his mom whispers as she lets go of my hand to hold onto his arm.

It stays quiet for a moment more before we see Grissom walking up to the door. He seems to just get off his phone before coming in as Catherine clears her throat.

“Judge Stokes, Mrs. Stokes. Gill Grissom,” Catherine introduces them as she motions to Nick’s mom and dad, then to Gill.

“Your honor. Mrs. Stokes. I’m… uh… sorry that we’re meeting under these circumstances,” Gill gives his condolences and I pull in a rough patch of air.

“Y/n. Honey. Come here,” his mother tells me as she holds her arms open.

I move my chair over to her and she pulls me into her arms. I hold back my sobs as much as I possibly can as she strokes my hair.

“Have you been able to make contact with the animals who took my son?” his dad asks Gill in a very straightforward tone.

“No, we haven’t yet, but… they should be contacting us in roughly four hours,” Catherine explains as Gill takes a seat next to her now.

“We were able to rustle up $20,000 cash. Our bank's prepared to wire another $100,000. Now we can sell the cars. We can hock the ranch... We can make the number, but it’s gonna take at least another day. We’ll do whatever we can to bring our boy home to his wife,” his dad explains his plan in a very detailed manner as a judge would.

“Judge Stokes-” Gill starts to try explaining.

“Can we give them the money we have now, try to buy more time?” His mom asks as she pushes the envelope towards Gill.

“Mom. Please listen to what Gill has to say,” I beg her and she nods as she stops pushing the money towards him.

“I don’t think that will help,” Gill tells her honestly and she sits back in her seat.

I take her hand that’s still around my shoulder and pull it to my front so I can hold it. She looks at me, confused for a moment, but I bite my lip as I nod my head back at Gill.

“There’s got to be something we can do,” his dad replies in disbelief that there’s nothing that he can do to help. He’s always been the one to rush in and save Nick from anything, whether it be his own mistake or not, making me roll my eyes.

“You’ve already done it by coming here, by showing your support for both Nick and y/n…” Catherine tries to explain and his mom squeezes my hand.

“We’re not here to show support. We’re here to get Nick home to us and his wife. Where he belongs,” his mom cuts in with an angry tone and I squeeze her hand softly as her voice falters at the end.

“We’re not sure who has your son… or why…” Griss tells them and his dad gives him a confused look.

“Well… what the hell do you know?” Judge asks in a borderline angry tone and I close my eyes for a moment.

“Judge, please…” I almost whimper out and he sighs before looking at Grissom.

“Very little…” Grissom answers his question and his mom squeezes my hand again.

“Let’s just cut to the gist. What proof do you have that my boy’s still alive?” he asks and I let out a sharp gasp along with his mom.

Catherine and Gill give each other serious looks as Nick's mom still holds onto me. I shake my head when I look at Gill, but it’s almost like he ignores it.

“Gill, don’t. They can’t see it. Jillian, tell them no. You don’t wanna see it,” I burst out, shaking my head as I frantically get up out of my seat.

“Y/n. You're ok. Calm down, it’s going to be ok,” Jillian is quick to stand up, coming over to me and pulling me into a hug.

“Y/n, honey, I think even if we don’t want to see it, we have to,” she tells me as she strokes my hair and I sniffle.

“Ok… I’m sorry. It’s just very hard to see…” I reply to her and she hums, nodding.

“No. Don’t be sorry, dear. You’re just trying to keep us from hurting more. We understand, but we have to see it,” she tells me and I sigh before pulling away from the hug.

“Ok. Griss, let’s show them,” I whisper out with a reserved nod. Grissom nods softly before standing along with Catherine as I walk back over.

“Judge. Mrs. Stokes, if you’ll follow me,” Grissom says as he looks at his dad and the Judge nods as I wrap my arms around myself.

We all walk back to the room that Warrick and I had sat in earlier. Grissom leads us over to the computer and he looks at Catherine for a moment.

“This might be a little hard to watch, like y/n said before, but it’s the only proof of life we have for you,” he explains to them and Jillian nods as she gets a little closer to her husband.

“We’re ready…” Bill tells him and Grissom nods solemnly before pressing the watch button. It goes completely quiet in the room.

Nick's face pops up on the screen again and I let out a shuddering breath. We watch for a few minutes as Nick keeps his arm over his eyes and away from the bright light. The countdown that beeps at the bottom of the screen stares at me, taunting me and it takes everything I have not to break down right away.

His mom freezes for a moment, tears filling her eyes before letting out a devastating grunt. She walks off just outside of the lab, but I can’t tear my eyes away quite yet. His dad watches on with me for a moment more.

“Oh, Pancho… what the hell you got yourself into?” Judge asks and that’s when I break.

I walk over with him to Jillian and he pulls her off the wall she’s leaning on and hugs her from behind. I stand there and can’t help, but wish Nick was here to do the same thing with me. She turns and looks at me for a moment before holding her arms open for me.

My lip wobbles slightly before I rush into the hug and she just holds me as her husband holds her. We stay that way for a while before I pull back and wipe at my cheeks.

“I’ll, ahh… see you guys later. I’ve gotta go find Warrick. You guys go home and we’ll update you as soon as we can,” I tell them and Jillian reaches back out for me.

“We’re not going home. Bill has a hotel for us to stay in. Y/n, you should come back with us,” she tells me and I shake my head.

“No. I’m ok. Really. I’ll text you when there’s something that comes up. Please just go try and sleep,” I tell her and she sighs.

“Ok, but please promise you’ll take care of yourself, dear,” she tells me and I nod as I purse my lips.

“I’ll do my best. I’ll text you, ok?” I promise one last time and when she nods in confirmation, I start to walk away.

I walk down a few halls and stop to lean against a wall when I feel like I’m going to puke. Once the feeling passes, I stand back up and continue on to find Warrick in the break room. I sigh and quickly rush over to him.

When he hears me enter, he puts his chips down and looks up at me before getting up to come over to me, pulling me into a much needed hug.

“Rick… he’s just so terrified… I’m terrified I won’t see him again…” I whimper out and he sighs.

“You’ll see him again, mamas. You will. Just gotta have hope. I don’t want you watching that video again unless I’m there, ok?” he asks and I sleepily nod against him.

He leads me over to the break room couch and together we sit down. He pulls me into a hug and just holds me as my whole resolve breaks. The last thing I remember before falling asleep from exhaustion and crying was him laying me down with a blanket over me.

To Be Continued…

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Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 1: Let's Make a Bet

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 2472

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

authors note: So I attempted writing a text fic for another fandom i used to write for buuut abandonded it when i left the fandom. But i wanted to give it another go!! I think it helps me be a bit more creative, and I had some content that I hated going unused. I've tried to make everyones nicknames and stuff in group chats obvious so you don't get too confused who is who but I do have a "key" written out in my notes I can include if you need, just comment and lmk!!

Jimmy Jabbers

[9:05am, Monday]

Four Eyes: Jake has fallen asleep in class, bets on how long until he wakes up?

Queen G: The whole class

Mr Grapes: 30 minutes

RoRo: Professor?

Four Eyes: Wunch

RoRo: She’s gonna wake him up in 12 mins

Four Eyes: Will keep you updated

[9:17am, Monday]

Four Eyes: Rosa you terrify me

RoRo: I know RoRo: what do I get for winning?

Four Eyes: I’ll make Jake give you $10

Vic Kovac: not happening

RoRo: you say that now RoRo: but you will give me my money

Vic Kovac: is anyone else feeling threatened

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:37pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: hey santiago Ferris: i have a super important question Ferris: how did fountains work way back in time Ferris: or did they not have fountains and fountains r a recent thing Ferris: has media ruined my perception of fountains

Cameron: You do know that google exists?

Ferris: i wanted to ask u first bc ur smart

Cameron: Jake, I’m working on our essay that’s due in two weeks, google it yourself please

Ferris: ur so boring

[11:59pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: it was gravity Ferris: gravity made the fountains Ferris: fountains are like SUPER old

Cameron: Yeah that makes sense Cameron: Now please let me go to sleep

Ferris: goodnight!!!!!!!!!

Jimmy Jabbers

[8:43pm, Thursday]

Queen G: okay losers gather around Queen G: we are partying this weekend, no arguments Queen G: its happening and EVERYONE will be participating

Vic Kovac: YES G LETS GO Vic Kovac: whats the plan?

Queen G: one of terrys housemates was thinking of having a party and terry said he can persuade him to have one

Mr Grapes: oohh a party! I’ve been wanting to take my new slacks for a test run

RoRo: @vic kovac how bad are the slacks?

Vic Kovac: so awful

Mr Grapes: you guys hate my style! Its not fair :(

Queen G: because Charles the clothes you wear make you look like a background extra of a movie set in an office but not a new york office more like a used car salesman office in ohio

Mr Grapes: message received loud and clear :(

Four Eyes: Count me in for the party!

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[8:47pm, Thursday]

Ferris: YOU are gonna go to the party?

Cameron: You’re acting like I never go to parties

Ferris: just surprised is all

Cameron: You’re weird

Dance Squad

[9:02pm, Thursday]

G-Hive: okay we need to start a bet NOW

Charlese: what are we betting about??

G-Hive: it’s the beginning of the school year, the two of them seem different this year G-Hive: i think this might be the year! G-Hive: rosa, u in?

Scary: of course I am, dumb bets are my specialty

Charlese: I’m in!!!

G-Hive: ok, start date is today, place ur bets now and u can change them until the clock strikes midnight tonight G-Hive: after that they are locked in

Bi Besties

[9:06pm, Thursday]

Dagger: what r ur feelings towards amy?

El Baboso: she’s my friend El Baboso: why r u asking??

Dagger: dont worry about it

Dance Squad

[9:07pm, Thursday]

Scary: three and a half weeks after we get back from winter break

G-Hive: weirdly specific i like it

Charlese: in three months

G-Hive: awful guess but sure G-Hive: im gonna go with a month before the school year ends

Scary: fair enough

G-Hive: okay im writing all the dates down in my notes G-Hive: remember u have until midnight to change G-Hive: how much is everyone putting in the pool?

Charlese: $50 – feeling confident

Scary: you shouldn’t beScary: I can match that

G-Hive: same G-Hive: its gonna be an interesting school year babes

Jimmy Jabbers

[4:36pm, Friday]

Queen G: party at terry’s tomorrow is ON! Queen G: he said “BYO booze, I’m not made of money” Queen G: hes my fave

Vic Kovac: as ur childhood best friend i resent that statement

Queen G: i said what i said

Vic Kovac: ill find a new bestie

Queen G: you do that pineapples

Four Eyes: HA pineapples

RoRo: pineapples lol

*Jake Peralta has left the group chat*

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[4:38pm, Friday]

Ferris: amy add me back pls

Cameron: I’ll think about it

Ferris: pllllleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeeee

Jimmy Jabbers

[4:39pm, Friday]

*Four Eyes added Jake Peralta to the group chat*

*Four Eyes changed Jake Peralta’s nickname to Pineapples*

Pineapples: im gonna find better friends

Queens, Legends, Icons

[3:13pm, Saturday]

Ginaa: babe what r u wearing tonite????

Rosie: what i usually wear

Ginaa: so real of u

Jimmy Jabbers

[9:27pm, Saturday]

Pineapples: charles and i on our way!!!!!

Four Eyes: Rosa, Gina, and I will be leaving as soon as Gina is satisfied with her hair

[10:46pm, Saturday]

Four Eyes: LOUNG ROM NOOW Four Eyes: JAKE ON TABLE

[11:22pm, Saturday]

Queen G: i can’t find rosie Queen G: has anyone seen rosa

RoRo: in the bathroom RoRo: DONT COME FIND ME

[12:34am, Sunday]

Pineapples: me and charle takin amyyy home

Four Eyes: one more daaance

RoRo: freaks

Pineapples: NOT LIKE THAT ROSA

[10:04am, Sunday]

Four Eyes: I want to die

Mr Grapes: seconded

Pineapples: thirded

RoRo: gina and i are getting brunch in 20

Pineapples: count me in

Four Eyes: Me too

Mr Grapes: me three

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[3:15pm, Sunday]

Ferris: ik ur embarrassed but drunk amy was kinda fun ngl

Cameron: As bad as I feel today I will admit that I did have fun

Ferris: in a few weeks when u forget how bad u felt we shall do it again!

Cameron: Whatever you say haha

Jimmy Jabbers

[1:37pm, Wednesday]

Queen G: this class is KILLING me Queen G: someone entertain me pls

Pineapples: ok so if human skin is like pig skin would u be able to make pork crackling but like with human

RoRo: probably if u prepared it properly

Four Eyes: You most probably could. Part of me would want to say that human skin would react to being in an oven differently, but I think if you just used a part of the body most similar to a pork roast it would be fine. Pat dry, oil and salt, all good to cook. The only issue would be knowing how long to cook it for and what temperature so that it does crackle

Pineapples: jesus christ amy…

Queen G: amy i think i just gained a bit of respect for u

RoRo: me too

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[2:55pm, Thursday]

Ferris: im SO bored rn

Cameron: Focusing on the class is usually a good way to cure boredom

Ferris: i tried Ferris: its not happening

Cameron: You’re distracting me

Ferris: come ooonnn we both know u already know the lesson plan

Cameron: That’s not the point

Ferris: stop replying to me then

Cameron: If I don’t reply you’ll just continue to bug me

Ferris: i believe that is what they call a rock and a hard place Ferris: check mate to me Ferris: always get what i want Ferris: do u think holt will get mad if he sees me texting Ferris: probs will Ferris: worth it tbh Ferris: im hungrryyy

Cameron: I’m going to kill you

Ferris: amy pls, get in line behind rosa

Jimmy Jabbers

[7:23pm, Saturday]

Four Eyes: Need movie suggestions, please

Pineapples: mamma mia

Queen G: the mummy Queen G: Brendan Frasier is way too fine to pass up

RoRo: Somethings Gotta Give

Mr Grapes: Dirty Dancing

Four Eyes: Hm okay Four Eyes: No documentaries?

Queen G: NO

Pineapples: n o

RoRo: no

Mr Grapes: Blackfish?

Four Eyes: That’s a bummer Charles…

Mr Grapes: YOU WANTED A DOCUMENTARY!!

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[7:30pm, Saturday]

Cameron: I decided on Mamma Mia, thought you’d like to know

Ferris: i knew u were smart

Bi Besties

[6:45pm, Tuesday]

El Baboso: do u have the notes from yesterdays lecture?

Dagger: yeah, why?

El Baboso: can i borrow them? El Baboso: i lost mine

Dagger: no, u never returned the last notes i let u “borrow”

El Baboso: :(

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[6:47pm, Tuesday]

Ferris: amy Ferris: ameesss Ferris: ur my bestie right

Cameron: What do you want, Jake?

Ferris: can i borrow ur notes from holts class yesterday Ferris: PLEASE

Cameron: Yes you can

Ferris: THANK U SM AMY I’LL GIVE THEM BACK ASAP

Cameron: Don’t worry about it, I made an extra copy of mine after class when I noticed you hadn’t taken any notes

Ferris: this is why we r friends

Cameron: So you can steal my notes?

Ferris: uuhhhh

Sleuth Sisters

[6:50pm, Tuesday]

Rosa: cant believe u gave jake ur notes

Amy: I keep hoping that if he has all the material then he might try and study more

Rosa: optimistic

Amy: I know..

Jimmy Jabbers

[9:32pm, Wednesday]

Queen G: a girl in my class just text me that theres a party happening this Friday at her friends place Queen G: which one of u bitches is in

Pineapples: obviously im in!

RoRo: feel like even if i said no i’d be forced to go

Mr Grapes: who’s gonna be there?

Queen G: definitely NOT the professor you have a weird crush on Queen G: just say yes

Mr Grapes: i don’t have a crush on her…

Four Eyes: I can’t do Friday, sorry. Have fun though!

Pineapples: amy pls just forget your study schedule for ONE night

Four Eyes: I’ll think about it, but no promises

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[10:03pm, Friday]

Ferris: i knew u would come

Cameron: Shut up and bring me a drink, if I’m going to miss studying then I at least want to make it worth it

Ferris: 3 drink amy coming right up!

[10:42pm, Friday]

Cameron: rosa just gave me SHOTS

Ferris: GET IT GIRL

Cameron: you’re weird lol

[11:14pm, Friday]

Cameron: JAKE COME DANCE WITH US

Ferris: COMING

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:11am, Saturday]

RoRo: anyone seen amy?

Mr Grapes: ive lost jake too

[01:20am, Saturday]

Pineapples: amy threw up in the garden Pineapples: taking her back home in an uber

RoRo: k

[11:24am, Saturday]

Four Eyes: Can’t begin to explain how terrible I feel right now..

Pineapples: im not surprised based on how u were when i took u home

RoRo: drink some coffee and you’ll be fine

Four Eyes: Don’t even talk to me about food or drinks unless its water or plain toast

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:27am, Saturday]

Ferris: sorry u feel crap today

Cameron: I knew what I was signing up for when Rosa handed me the tequila shots

Ferris: if its any consolation i just remembered i have an essay due on monday that i havent done yet

Cameron: If you need help let me know

Ferris: dont make promises u will regret santiago

DDC

[01:07pm, Saturday]

G: what was with u taking amy home last night???

Jacob: nothing was with it Jacob: shes my friend and i helped her Jacob: id do the same for u or charles or rosa

G: hmm okay G: ill accept that G: for now

Jacob: despite being friends with everyone im friends with ur still at the top of the weird list

G: thank you sm <3

Jimmy Jabbers

[08:27pm, Wednesday]

Pineapples: guys im so booorreeddd Pineapples: someone talk to meeee

Queen G: we could play a game?

Pineapples: like what???

Queen G: ive been saving this screenshot for a rainy day Queen G: what movie is this, wrong answers only Queen G: 1 image attachment – screenshot of movie review which says “These two fuck like they’re gremlins in a rainstorm”

Pineapples: Home Alone surely

Four Eyes: Point Break

Mr Grapes: Dumb and Dumber

Queen G: @four eyes point break isn’t a documentary, you know that right?

Four Eyes: I don’t just watch documentaries, Gina

RoRo: Saw

Pineapples: do i wanna know who in saw ur talking about

RoRo: no you don’t

[10:07pm, Wednesday]

Pineapples: how long has the concept of whiteness been around

Four Eyes: For the love of God…

Mr Grapes: this feels like a conversation I should stay out of

RoRo: take a guess or google dumbass

Pineapples: b* idk like 12 AD

RoRo: don’t hide it under your little asterisks Peralta, call me a bitch like a man so I can slap you like a woman

Pineapples: if my dead body is found tomorrow use this gc as evidence

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[05:03pm, Friday]

Ferris: dark academia has been done to death

Cameron: Yeah?

Ferris: its time for stripper academia

Cameron: Is this you trying to tell me you want to open up a strip club cross with a library?

Ferris: amy ur a genius!!!

Cameron: Oh god no…

Bi Besties

[02:42pm, Tuesday]

El Baboso: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire??

Dagger: why??

El Baboso: im curious El Baboso: also ur a deeply unreasonable and angry person so i wanna know ur answer

Dagger: that checks out Dagger: now go away

DDC

[02:45pm, Tuesday]

Jacob: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire?

G: vampire obvs

Jacob: good answer

G: i know

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[02:46pm, Tuesday]

Ferris: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire?

Cameron: I’m not sure, I’ve never thought about it

Ferris: well nows the time

Cameron: Maybe a ghost, they couldn’t really do anything to hurt me unlike a vampire

Ferris: what if the vampire is very sexy

Cameron: That does change things

The Night Boys

[02:50pm, Tuesday]

Deathblade: charles Deathblade: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire??

Sidewinder: ghost

Deathblade: what if the vampire was sexy?

Sidewinder: if I get bitten by a vampire then I can’t eat food ever again, only blood Sidewinder: no vampire is sexy enough to make me give up food

Deathblade: fair enough buddy

Jimmy Jabbers

[02:53pm, Tuesday]

Four Eyes: Who else has been asked about ghosts and vampires by Jake today?

RoRo: me

Queen G: me

Mr Grapes: me

Pineapples: you weren’t supposed to talk to each other about it!! Pineapples: you have ruined my important data collection

Four Eyes: What data??

Pineapples: … Pineapples: which of you could be swayed by a vampire

Jimmy Jabbers

[11:12pm, Saturday]

Pineapples: just thinking about if the hudson flooded

RoRo: what would you do about it?

Pineapples: get a big straw

Queen G: girl what

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:14pm, Saturday]

Cameron: You alright, Jake?

Ferris: yeah Ferris: why?

Cameron: You’ve just seemed a little all over the place this week

Ferris: ah right Ferris: yeah idk just been a bad brain week i guess

Cameron: Fair enough. If you need anything I’m here :)

Ferris: thanks amy

authors note: Thanks for reading, i love u <3

#alice writes #jake peralta x amy santiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #gina linetti #rosa diaz #charles boyle #fluff #college!au #bisexual!jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #multi chap #average weekly screentime

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brittanagirlcrush · 5 months ago

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Something Different

Ok ... for some reason, sometimes the link works, sometimes it doesn't ... not sure if it's the link or FF.

You can find it on my ff page ... https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1642505/

A/N: I was listening to the radio and Dancing With a Stranger by Sam Smith & Normani came on followed by Don't Come Out by Dua Lipa.

Those two songs gave birth to this fic. I'm pretty sure it's going to be less than 5 chapters. However, those of you who've read The First Time Ever I Saw Her Face are well aware that I am not always in control of these things.

I'm not sure how I feel about this one but I think anything that comes after the epic that was TFTEISHF is going to feel a little anti-climactic(?) maybe? I don't think it's a bad fic. But I'll leave that up to you to decide.

For those of you who are wondering … Dreams Come True is on Chapter 23 but this little fic wouldn't leave me alone so you get this first.

Xoxoxoxo

Santana's latest relationship ends on a sour note. Just like her last three. Maybe it's time for something different. Rated M for language.

Xoxoxoxo

Chapter 1

xoxoxoxo

Santana Lopez growled as she read the text message from Max.

From Max:

3-10-17 4:26pm

Hey babe. Sorry, gotta cancel tonight. Big meeting. Gonna run late. Talk to you tomorrow.

She was done; Max had canceled on her three times this month and each excuse was as lame as the last. Big meeting? Bitch worked in the freaking secretarial pool at an ad agency. Santana scoffed and shot off her own text message.

To Max:

3-10-17 4:37pm

Enjoy your meeting. We're done here. Don't call tomorrow. You can stop by Sunday and pick up your shit – I'll leave it in a box by the door. Don't bother knocking. Don't wanna talk to you anymore.

She shut off her phone and tucked it into her bag. There was no way she was sitting home alone on yet another Friday night. Fuck that shit.

Santana Lopez was going out.

Xoxoxoxo

Santana walked into Club Xero at 10:35pm. Her phone, still off, was tucked into her cross-body bag. Heads turned as she walked in; she looked good and she knew it. Blood red dress, hugging every curve. Check. Three inch black heels. Check. Smoky eye makeup. Check. Blood red lipstick. Check. Hair lightly curled and flowing past her shoulders. Check.

She walked to the bar, ordered a shot of Jack Daniel's, took it, then ordered a rum a coke. She sipped at the drink, casually scanning the club. Her eyes fell on a brunette; a familiar brunette.

“Fucking bitch,” she muttered, shaking her head. If she had loved Maxine, been in love with her, she'd unleash her inner Snixx and cause a scene. As it was, she didn't care enough. The relationship – if you could even call it that – had run its course and she was over it the minute she sent the text that afternoon.

She resumed her scanning and her perusal came to a screeching halt on a tall, blonde woman dancing by herself in the middle of a crowd. The woman was stunning; Santana's breath hitched. She glanced at her half empty drink, shrugged, and handed it to the bartender, telling him she was done with it. She had to go meet the blonde.

She shimmied and sashayed her way through the throng of people until she was just on the inside perimeter of the circle that had formed around the sensual blonde. She'd only been there a moment when the blonde halted for a moment, her eyes restlessly searching the crowd for something; until they fell on Santana and a smile blossomed on perfectly pink lips. The dancer maneuvered her way over to Santana and held out her hand. Santana was immediately lost in ocean blue eyes.

She didn't hesitate. She took the hand and was pulled into the dancer's orbit. It took less than eight beats for them to be in sync; moving to the music and with each other seamlessly.

Time ceased to have any meaning as they danced; front to back, back to back, front to front. Shimmying, grinding, swaying. Never losing contact with one another. They were panting heavily and Santana motioned toward the bar, a question in her eyes. The blonde nodded and Santana led her through the crowd and to the bar.

“What are you drinking?” Santana asked.

“Orange juice, Peach Schnapps, and a shot of vodka.” Santana nodded and conveyed their order to the bartender.

She handed her companion her drink and took a sip of her own. She was just about to ask the blonde's name when her bicep was roughly grabbed and she was brought face to face with an angry brunette.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Dark eyes flashed with anger.

Santana looked coolly at the bitch in front of her and wrenched her arm away from the other woman's grip. “I suppose I could ask you the same question but I don't care enough. If you'd read your text messages, you'd know that my whereabouts are none of your business anymore. How'd that meeting go, anyway?” Santana sneered and turned back to the blonde.

Maxine tried to get in between the blonde and Santana, causing Santana to snap. “Walk away, bitch. We're done. Go find whoever you came with and bother them. My new friend and I are enjoying a short break before we go back to dancing.” She angled her body so Max was blocked out.

“This isn't over, Santana, we'll talk about it later.” Max snarled and stormed off, leaving Santana shaking her head.

“I'm so sorry about that.” Santana told the blonde sincerely.

The blonde smiled and shook her head. “You wanna get out of here?” She asked Santana.

Santana nodded and the blonde took her hand and led her out of the club. Once outside, Santana started to hail a cab … then stopped herself. She looked at her new companion and sighed.

“I know this probably isn't what you had in mind when you asked to leave … but … do you think we could maybe go somewhere and, um, talk?” Santana shuffled uncomfortably; this was new territory.

The blonde watched her curiously before nodding and taking Santana by the hand. “I know this great all night diner about five blocks from here,” she told Santana as they started walking.

The walk was silent; not uncomfortable or awkward, just quiet.

When they reached the diner a tall, heavy-set man with thick salt and pepper black hair, mustache, and beard greeted them.

“Two?” He asked and, receiving an affirmative reply, led them to a booth near the back. “Sarah will be right with you. Can I get you something to drink?”

They both asked for water and coffee; the man handed them menus and went to get their drinks. After the drinks had been settled and their orders made, Santana turned to the woman.

“I know this is probably a little forward but … what's your name?” Santana grinned.

The blonde giggled. “Brittany S. Pierce.”

Santana frowned. “Britney Spears?”

The blonde laughed. “Britt-any. Susan. Pierce.” She said slowly, enunciating her name clearly.

“Oh. Gotcha. I'm …”

“Santana. I heard that woman call your name.” Brittany smiled.

“Yeah. Lopez. Santana Lopez.” Santana grimaced.

“You don't like your name?” Brittany brow furrowed in confusion.

“I don't like the woman,” she answered. “Full disclosure … I called it quits about nine hours ago.”

Brittany nodded. “I see. But you're still living together? Because we could have gone to my place …”

Santana sighed and shook her head. “No. I live alone.” She paused in thought for a moment. “There's this quote – it's attributed to Einstein but I'm not sure he actually said it – The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

“See … I do the same thing; I meet a woman, we have an attraction, an energy exchange … whatever.” She waved it off. “We end up at her place or mine and we have sex. If the sex isn't good, we say 'thanks, see ya around'. If the sex is good, we make plans to see each other again. Then … two, three, six months later and I'm either getting cheated on or getting dumped. Repeat.”

She shook her head. “This may sound stupid but … you feel different … and I want something different. So, I thought, maybe … if you were amenable … we could try something different. Maybe get to know each other before we get naked?”

A grin broke across Brittany's face. “I, um, kind of really like that idea.”

“Really?”

Their food came and they started to eat.

A few moments passed and Brittany nodded. “Yeah,” she said, around a mouthful of eggs, “really.”

Santana grinned. “Awesome. That's … great.”

Brittany giggled. “So, Santana, what is it you do for a living?”

“I work for a small, independent music producer. I write songs, work in the editing room, sing back-up; kind of a gal Friday.”

Brittany's brow furrowed. “What are you the rest of the week?” She asked, a blank look on her face.

Santana was just about to explain when she noted the gleam in Brittany's eye. She laughed.

“And, what is it you do, Miss Britney Spears?” Santana asked, a twinkle in her eye.

Brittany laughed. “I'm a choreographer. I own a studio that trains dancers for music videos, Broadway, background … you name it, we do it.”

“Really? What's the studio?”

“C&P's Spotlight Stars,” Brittany answered.

“I've heard of you guys. We've used your company. Your dancers are really well trained.” Santana nodded.

“Oh, cool. What studio?”

“K-Bar and Chaz.”

“I love you guys!” Brittany's face lit up in recognition. “You pay on time, treat the dancers really well, don't over-work them to the point that they get hurt. You're awesome.”

Santana laughed. “Good. I'd hate to think that could end up being a deal breaker for us.”

Brittany laughed and they continued talking into the wee small hours.

“Hey, Santana …” they'd been talking about just about everything when Brittany hesitated.

“Yeah? What's up?”

“Um … I really like you. I, uh, I don't wanna be a rebound, you know?”

Santana smiled. “I didn't care about Maxine enough to rebound, Britt,” the nickname slipped free without conscious thought. “I liked her in the beginning, thought maybe it could become more … but,” she shrugged, “it never did. Then she started canceling plans at the last minute, making excuses … and I just gave up trying. There was no point since she, obviously, didn't care and I wasn't really invested anyway, you know?”

Brittany nodded and gnawed on her lower lip. “Are you … are you gay?”

Santana frowned. “That's an odd question … I was dating Max and I'm interested in you. I'm not sure I understand.”

Brittany huffed a sigh. “Okay, so, here's the thing. I know a lot … like a lot, a lot … of lesbians won't date bisexual women. And, um, I kind of identify as bisexual.”

Santana thought about that for a moment. She sighed softly and played with the food left on her plate, not meeting Brittany's eyes. “I have to admit to a certain bias against bisexual women,” her voice was quiet, “my first girlfriend … um, she said she was bisexual but I really liked her and I was naive enough to believe her when she said she liked me. We were together – in secret – for about three months before we had sex.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “It was my first time.”

She swallowed hard and shook her head. “I showed up at school the day after we made love for the first time – I say made love because that's what it was for me – and found a picture of me and her in bed together taped to my locker. Except … while you could definitely see it was me, you couldn't tell it was her. Only that it was a woman.

“I tore it down and went looking for her; she's the only one who could have done it.” She lifted her eyes and met Brittany's sympathetic gaze. “I found her … with her boyfriend. They laughed at me for being so stupid; they'd planned it from the beginning.”

“Oh, San …”

She shook her head. “That wasn't even the worst of it.” Santana angrily swiped at a traitorous tear making its way down her face. “She'd posted a video of it on the internet and made sure everyone got the link.”

Brittany closed her eyes and shook her head, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“My parents found out and kicked me out. My abuela disowned me. The only person in my family who stood by me was an aunt. It was hell. Everyone knew and I was harassed almost everywhere I went.

“She took me in, let me finish high school in Lima, then helped me move here for college and a fresh start.”

“I'm so sorry.” Brittany reached across the table and took Santana's hand gently in her own. “San,” Brittany waited until Santana's eyes met hers, “I will never hurt you like that. It sucks that she did that and I can understand you being a little wary but … bisexual doesn't mean unfaithful. She was a cheating bitch. My last relationship ended a little over a month ago because she cheated on me. The one before that … he figured out he was gay. My track record hasn't been the best but … I am not a cheater. I hope you'll give us a chance because, honestly? I like you. You feel different, too, and I'd like to see where this goes.”

Santana searched Brittany's face for any sign of deception or insincerity but couldn't find any. She nodded after a long moment. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Brittany raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah. Let's see where this goes. I really like you, too.”

Brittany grinned. “Good. Then, maybe I can get your phone number?”

Santana laughed and handed Brittany her phone so they could exchange numbers.

“Okay, so, I'm busy with friends tomorrow,” Santana checked the time and groaned, “today. But, how'd you like to have brunch on Sunday and then maybe come over and hang out at my place – maybe watch a movie or, I dunno,” she shrugged, “play a board game? Order take out for dinner?”

“That actually sounds great. I have to work tomorrow anyway. But … text me?” Brittany smiled shyly.

“Absolutely. Come on, my friends are going to be breaking down my door in about six hours. Where do you live?”

“Grayson near Two-Lane Terrace.”

“You're kidding?” Santana gaped at her new friend.

Brittany shook her head. “No. Why?”

“I live on Two-Lane near Fremont. We're practically neighbors.”

Brittany laughed. “Share a cab home?”

Santana stood up, left some money on the table, and offered Brittany her hand. They walked out, hand-in-hand and hailed a cab.

Santana got in and Brittany slid in next to her, laying her head on Santana's shoulder, never letting go of her hand.

Santana smiled to herself.

She had a good feeling about this one.

#brittana #santana lopez #brittany s. pierce #my fic #Something Different

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aamethyst000 · 1 year ago

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Feeling more productive, everyday (May 6,24 - 7:19pm)

Ever since i bought this laptop, i have been noticing that i am a little more productive in the house hold. i'm getting up a lot more easier to do my chores (altough i'm still bitchy about it but i'm still doing said chores while being bitchy about it lmao), i actually drew something on my laptop! not to mention i am actually cooking dinner on time......ish. its still better than starting at 9pm to finally cook dinner. Anyway, my litlle brother and i are going tp head up to the store in a bit to grab some ingredients and snacks for tonight. i am making meat loaf and rice tonight!~ I do want to mention, that i am still struggling with my sleep schedule, going to bed at 4-5 in the morning, then getting up at 2-3 the next day, rinse and repeat. i dont know how i'm still functioning right now. At the moment, i'm running on 2 cups of coffee and one meal, i call that a win in my book. I'm still debating on whether or not i really want to buy the boox palma when i can do the exact same thing on my phone, just with a different screen and no texting. The boox palma runs on android, thank god. I think that why i want it so much, is to have a seperate device to read on. now that i have a different device to write my journals in.

8:17pm - my little brother and i just got home from the store, now i am going to start cooking our dinner tonight and watch some shera on netflix! then i think im going to play conkers bad fur day after supper <3

9:37pm - Dinner is almost done and i washed a few plate n forks that we need, now i am just watching shera while dinner is cooking. i'm on my third cup of coffee and i have been yelled at by my uncles cat ever since i came back from the store, poor thing lmao he just wants my attention. only in my room though, it doesnt seem to be the same im im in the kitchen or in the living room. it doesnt make sense to me but it does to the kitty, so i try not to fight with him, its hard to do so when i have stuff to do throughout the day. My kitty was the same way ysterday, all clingy and shit, not that i minded, i really love it when they are like that. it cheers me up.

honestly though, this feels so much better writing my journals here than on paper. at least this way, my laptop has a passowrd that no one in the house can get into. though it kind of sucks that it is a requirement to change my password every few months. why they even set it up like that is beyond me. i wonder what it'll be like if and when i actually go to a cafe and type out my journal entries there. its noce to imagine, but at the same time, the crowd would overwhelm me lmao then again, it's something i should get used to if i want to go back to work again. i just wish that the places i work at dont fckn ghost me, if and when they decide to let me go. that would be nice fir once. especially if i did something wrong to be let go like that. like, why are they even allowed to do that? but when the employees do that, just up and leave the work place or quit on the spot, we get go on the list of "do not hire"? kind of stupid isnt it?

i think im about to go on a rant in a sec, so i'm going to do something else, see if i still feel the same way about it later on. if i do, i'll talk about it here lol

9:56pm - now that i got that out of my system, i still feel the same way, i just dont feel the need to rant about it. i think ill just sit on this feeling and think about it. considering that there is nothing that i can personally do, to change said circumstances. anyway, change of subject, im finally listening to audio books now! since it got onto spotify, ive been taking advantage of it and i am so happy that i am! i think thats part of the reason why i have been feeling a little motivated today. i think im starting to love audio books now, im thinking of dowloading the app later on, or as soon as i can get a stable and steady job again, cause this is getting ridiculous, even for me.if i was living on my own, id either be on the streets or back to living with my mother again. reality sucks but oh well, what can i do other than look for another job. the village sucks for job hunting, especially if its just the canery, brighter feature, and assistant teacher. 2 of those i do not like because it involvles interacting with kids, which i am not used of. the other involves 12-14 hours of just standing there or stacking. not a lot of choices for me to choose from, thats for sure. i used to work at the clinic but they havent called me back in nearly a year. same with the school, after the pandemic started, i was never called back. hence why i wanted to rant about the whole " work places just up and ghost you" bullshit. stuff like that really annoy me so much. which is why i am so worried about moving, what if pg does the same? i look for a job for months, never get hired, be expected to pay rent each month i am unepmloyed AND buy myself groceries. not to mention the transportation, the area id live in and if every single one of them just fucking ignore me. since ive been planning this with my best friend, i told her about wanting to save up enough to pay 3 to 4 months of rent, have enough for groceries, and a few furniture if we find a place that needs it. she took note of it after i told her my olfer brothers experience and mine. it can be really stressful when no one hires you. it really makes you think if any of that, is because of whats on your resume, or what i say in most of my interviews, i dont even feel comfortable lying to them, just so i can get the bloody job and start making and saving money. like ive been planning for so many years. i just wish that adulting is so much easier. but that would be too much to ask of our prime minister. selfsih piece of shit. Anyway, dinner is nearly done cooking so i am going to go back to watching shera and enjoy our late dinner, again. i like that i started typing a lot more here than i did on my phone. i love it, i almost dont want to stop, almost.

12:07am - we have just finished having our supper and MY G O D was supper ever so yummy~ i couldnt finish my plate so i think im going to give the rest to my little brother, but at the same time. i want to keep it for myself for when i get hunry for it again. i think im going to go bath tonight and then set up my trans tape for tomorrow. ill be buying more i think next week wen i have more money in my bank. which, btw, i need to go down to the band office and take out cash again. cause honestly, i want to stop myself from spending so much money in one go. i want to get better at that, i will acknowledge, though, that i have been doing really well on not spending so much. i managed to save more than enough after the rupert trip with my littlw brother. im really proud of that <3

12:36am - i am going to get ready for a bath now, had my 4th (forth) cup of coffee and 0 (zero) cups of water. i gotta catch up on that one. i used to be able to keep up with my water intake. well, except for when i was a teen, i hated the taste of plain water, so i remember avoiding drinking water unless absolutley necessary, which, at the time, was kind of rare for me to do. i was drinking one to two cups of water every other day. i was an absolutely stubborn child, i hated being wrong lmao i still kind of do, actually. im just not as stubborn as i was before, at least not to the point where im putting my health on the line. so yeah, i guess i still hate being wrong most times lmao

should i bring this up in my therapy appointment? i think i should. or rather, i feel like i should, but i dont want to. i just want to make the appointment again, and just fckn rant my therapist ear right out. maybe ill feel better afterwards and be better on my own time schedule management with my friends and family. i was so afraid to become that adult who is almost never home, drinking and doing ddrugs a lot, to the point where someone may take advantage of me at my lowest. however that may look. that i stayed home way more than a normal person considers "normal". i dont know how else to put it. i just know that my best friend is very sick of it and so am i. im 25 going to be turning 26 this year and i should and want to act like it for once in my life. i know that, physically, im no longer a teenager anymoe but in my brain, im jumping from 14, 16,17 and18 all in one go it seems. but i think ill save this topic for another time. kekekekekekeke

good night, readers! <3

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