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WELL have you seen today's dtennant q&a video
YESSS HAHAHAAAA EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER DMING ME ABOUT IT AND VICE VERSA. literally crying laughing like oh my god he's so mad. we're not crazy he really was checked the fuck out OKAY. OKAYYYY. EVERYBODY HATES THIS FR🙏
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I keep forgetting to post on here yall that’s my bad but if u wanna see more new stuff check out my twitter
Need a fic where Jack accidentally gets dosed with a love potion but Samira doesn’t notice because he acts exactly the same.
Javadi but it’s her becoming suspicious of Mohabbot Pt. 2
(I wasn’t on planning to write more but this just sort of came out of my brain, and some off yall wanted more lol. Again, literally started writing by going with the flow so apologies for grammar and errors.)
(Unfortunately, there is no Jack in this, but I did write something that is entirely his POV, but in my head this chapter made more sense to come out first. Again 18+, all my work is lmao)
Anything is a hangout if you’re up for it.
Victoria and Samira were doing what they always do during a day off together. Lying in Samira’s room with face masks, doomscrolling through tiktok (occasionally sending a funny one to each other), and using reality tv as background noise.
“Ugh I’m starving.” Victoria says after what feels like hours of silence. Samira gives a small nod of agreement, her eyes are still locked into some crazy side of social media she landed on, and that gives Vic the go to head straight to the kitchen.
Because she practically her roomate, there is no need to ask for permission, she knows what she likes, she knows Samira likes, all she has to do is play chef. But to her disappointment, she opens the fridge and finds practically nothing. Some leftovers from Chinese takeout that is barely anything, ketchup, tabasco sauce, parmesan cheese, some lettuce and a few cans of sparkling soda.
“This is sad, Mimi.” Vic turns her head, hearing the footsteps enter the kitchen behind her.
“I was busy this week.” Samira explains. She had taken off her mask, let her curls fall, and overall looked relaxed. She almost looked like a different person without the scrubs, she still glowed, only in a different way.
“Guess it’s uber eats.” Victoria shuts the fridge.
“Or we can go to the grocery store?” Samira offers, her eyes lighting up, which means it’s not an offer, and Vic groans.
Food shopping with Samira Mohan is just as bad as it is when you’re a kid. She has a very detailed list that she must go through several times before leaving, and any chance of Vic adding her own things to the cart is slim to none. Samira always has some cheaper or healthier alternative that almost never tastes as good. And of course, the grocery store is one of those packed places, where every employee seems to know her, telling her the best prices or where the best snacks are.
Truly a princess, Vic thinks as Samira falls into yet another conversation, this time with the guy who’s restocking the pasta.
Victoria is obviously pushing the cart, and the two of them deep into conversation about Robby’s latest fit, when it happens.
Samira checks her phone, her doe eyes seem to get brighter, her not so subtle dimple flashes, and she quickly puts her phone away. Then she immediately goes back into talking like nothing happened. She did it so fast, that anyone else wouldn’t have even noticed it, but Dr. Javadi has been studying her friend for what she seems to be about an appropriate amount of time. And one thing about Victoria, she aces every tests she’s given.
“Woah, stop.” Victoria stops the chart.
Samira furrows her brow, looking at Vic then behind her. “What?”
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
Vic turns her head to the side. If she wants to play dumb, Vic will take it all the way. “The text you got. You were smiling.”
“I wasn’t.” Samira says quickly, her face is completely controlled, as if she practiced for this moment but her eyes were shifting from the floor to Vic’s face desperately. “It was something from my college group chat.”
Samira tries to tug on the cart, eager to move, eager to change the subject.
“Yeah. No.” Vic shakes her, keeps the cart firm so it doesn’t move an inch. “I don’t believe you. You blushed.”
“I didn’t blush.”
“You did.”
“No,” Samira is getting defensive. Her face flushes an exposing color and she starts talking with her hands, more than usual. “It was literally just a simple text from the girls, it was one of those… things—memes that you are always showing me, like an inside joke…. Fuck! I can’t.”
She breaks, running her fingers through her curls, her tongue poking her cheek. Vic smiles and begins to resume to push the cart.
“You’re so good at this.” Samira gives up, looking at her friend, and she’s slightly in awe. “How did you even catch that?”
“You’re like super obvious.” Vic admits, and she watches Samira bite her lip in contemplation. “I mean, to me. You are like super obvious, to me.”
“Shit, really?”
“Yeah.” Vic says, ready to dive head first into this conversation. “Soooooo, are you finally ready to tell me about this mystery man in your life?”
“How do you know it’s a guy?”
“You already tried that.”
Samira scoffs. “It’s the guy from the bar, you remember.” And Samira gestures to her hickey that has now somewhat faded.
Victoria feels her entire body get lighter. It’s so nice being right. She had known something was up, just by the way that Samira seemed to talk about the incident. After almost constant prying, couple days ago Samira shared only the tiniest of details, she said they met at the bar back when she went with her college friends, recalled that her friends had pointed out how he was starring, and had dared her to get his number. She claims to be too drunk to remember how the conversation started, but she said that while they spoke, he made her laugh, like genuinely laugh, and that was something. That’s where the story ended, for Victoria at least, except that one moment where Vic almost plops on Samira’s couch, and she gives her a quick “not there.” So, Vic knows where Samira got her neck chewed on.
Samira tried to play it off like a one night stand. An experience that was nice, but impossible to happen again. But Vic could see it, the way she seemed to lose herself when retelling the bits of the night, as if she wanted to keep it close to her but at the same time tell every little detail. Vic couldn’t possibly understand why she was guarding it so close, Vic had talked about her hookups in such depth, it was crazy that Samira was even able to look at her the same.
“Since when did you and this guy from the bar start texting?” Vic asks as they enter the dairy aisle, Samira beginning to search for her specific type of almond milk she swears by.
“Since today.” Samira admits, her eyes still panning the options.
“When did you get his number? Before or after you slept together?”
Samira gives her a look, an exhausted but bashful look. However, there is a gleam to it that’s shows how much she needs this. Needs to talk to someone about it.
Victoria presses on. “You gonna tell me what he text you?”
“He’s just answering me cause he left his jacket.” Samira answers slowly, as she grabs her milk, putting it into the cart. Vic laughs, bites her lip about how perfect this all is.
“Oh my god.” Vic is giddy. “You’re seeing him again!”
Samira is already taking over the cart, as Vic has abandoned that task, and now onto better things.
“Yea-No. Yeah.” Samira starts. “I guess, I don’t know. It’s hard to get us both free. He has a busy job, and you know my schedule.”
“Fuck that! You have to make some time for him.”
“Have to?”
“Yes. Have to. No, sorry. Need to.” Victoria shrugs like her word is final.
They pull into an aisle that is empty and it’s a perfect opportunity to Vic to grab Samira, bring her friend close.
“Mimi.” Vic says in a serious tone. “I really think you should see hickey guy.”
“Hickey guy? What happened to the other name?”
“Please Samira, you can meet tons of guys at the bar. This one is special!”
“Special?” Samira lingers on the word. And for a moment, Vic feels like the older sister.
“I don’t know.” Vic continued, her intuition taking full force. “I feel like there’s more to this, I can’t explain it. But it feels right, so I’m saying go for it.”
“Vic, I don’t—“
“Come on! He left his jacket! That’s a sign.”
Samira takes a moment to answer, her face changing, Vic wishes she’s says more but only gets a small. “Okay, I’ll got for it.”
“Perfect. I can see it now Samira Mohan and hickey guy.”
“We need a new nickname name. I can’t be constantly teased about that.”
“Or maybe, just give me his name?”
Samira cocks her head to the side. “He’s older than me, we can call him older guy.”
“Wow, creative.” Vic smiles, but she is happy she is given another detail. “What’s the age difference? Two? Five years?”
“Yeah.” Samira smirks, and it seems that Vic’s free trail has run out.
Ugh, she’s so annoying.
That’s when Vic reached to shelf and grabs a jug of cranberry juice, throwing it right into the chart. Samira looks at her instantly.
“What?” Vic asks innocently. “You’re gonna want it.”
No bc it is that serious- what will I do without my kin and seeing my fav age gap romance unfold
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SUPRIYA GANESH as KAYLA STUARTLAW & ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT 23.18 “Eighteen Wheels a Predator”
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i saw a reel where a girl goes around passing eggs to athletes and they have to try and crush them between their biceps and jack abbot i see your future 😭
Forgot to post on here!! But here’s another request from Twitter and it’s Samira and Jack and michonne and Rick from the walking dead!!
