fic: all my pipe dreams made me insane (new girl)

[falseeeyelashes]

all the pipe dreams made me insane
new girl. nothing like ringing in the new year with an old habit. jess/nick. 2200 words. AU.

notes: for the comment ficathon! this clearly got too long for one comment so figured i'd just post this here. fractives prompted: "ever since the last episode I've wanted a weird swap where Jess is Nick's Caroline instead and

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[spiiies]

MICHELLE!!! This is fabulous! Can you just write Schmidt forever (or just include him in every fic you ever write??) because the way you write him omggggggg. THREAT LEVEL CHARTREUSE! CODE WALTER CRONKITE! CODE PURPLE RAIN! And not it does not include The Artist Formerly Known As Prince!

“I said,” she gasps. She loses the thread of conversation as she tips her head back against the wall and in the weird light of the bathroom she looks totally dangerous and that might be the weirdest word a person could ever try and associate with Jess. It’d be like calling Nick mature or calling Schmidt subtle or Winston cool as a cucumber and Coach low-key. But the way the light is hitting her face, the angle, the way she looks like she’s so strung out (or so drunk, she did have a lot of pink wine) she can’t even hold her head up; her eyes look terrifying and dark, her mouth full and parted just enough that he can see a hint of tongue, a flash of teeth. She moans quietly, and Nick presses his body that much closer to her and her nails bite into the back of his neck.
W O W. Everything was super hot. And idk why I love this part so much.

“You say anything about an impregnable fortress and I’m out of here.”

Schmidt shakes his head and tries to take a sip from an empty glass. “We lost a good man out there. But good men die everyday. He died for his country. He died for a cun -- ”
DEAD AND GONE. Why couldn't this have been a show where the DVD was released the day after the finale?? What am I going to do without all of these crazies??!