302: what if Samira was the one to pull the involuntary psych hold on Robby.
I first wrote this a week and a half ago after episode 12 and i edited it a bit after episode 13. Will post on AO3 asap but i wanted to share before tomorrow’s ep. Happy belated #mohabbotmonday
Happy #mohabbotmonday to Kat’s Apollo 13 au that gave me major brain worms 🛰️
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#mohabbotmonday tummy kisses for @frazzledfishnun.bsky.social who was prompted by god to send me references
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would you look for me too? #mohabbot #mohabbotmonday
Los hashtag? #mohabbot #mohabbotmonday
Close of a set of stainless steel sinks like you might see in an operating room. Photo by Benjamin Lehman on Unsplash
Shawn Hatosy, reclining in black and white
'The Doc', a man considered dangerous even by the criminal underground, a man perhaps overly fond of Samira Mohan, takes his time reminding her they fit.
It's a long night.
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‘Call a spade a spade’
An (smutty) Epilogue to the Mob Doctor AU for #MohabbotMonday (E)
archiveofourown.org/works/743668...
A gift for my lovely Golden 💛 who took my incessant jealousy ramblings and wrote this masterpiece instead of blocking me 🫶🏽
Happy #mohabbotmonday
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/781241...
On the way to the roof after a bad shift, Jack Abbot gets stopped in the stairwell by Samira Mohan.
She’s no intention of letting him pass.
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'To see if I still feel'
A hurt/comfort AU inspired by @tarzelladraws.bsky.social's art for this #MohabbotMonday (T)
archiveofourown.org/works/77152146
Happy #MohabbotMonday to ME 🎉
new HC that Jack’s first celebrity crush was Sigourney Weaver in Alien and seeing Samira in a white tank top sends him into full hind brain. happy #mohabbotmonday :)
MOHABBOT MONDAY #mohabbotmonday
title is from this Robert Frost poem
comic inspired by this blurb
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a breakdown of my drawing playlist the follows the story beats
and a loose submission for #mohabbotmonday
but darlin’ i could love you well | Samira Mohan/Jack Abbot | E
Jack and Samira ended up at the same restaurant on their respective days off.
archiveofourown.org/works/746779...
#mohabbotmonday #mohabbot #thepitt
Close of a set of stainless steel sinks like you might see in an operating room. Photo by benjamin lehman on Unsplash
Shawn Hatosy reclining, in black and white
Summoned to see 'The Doc', Samira Mohan goes cautiously, unsure of his motivation.
He's a dangerous man—considered so even by the criminal underground—one overly fond of her.
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‘Call a spade a spade’
A Mob Doctor AU for @derschnurrbarts.bsky.social #MohabbotMonday
archiveofourown.org/works/74366891
A bed with rumbled cream colored sheets is shown in a darkened room while a shard of light cuts across the bed
Something changes as the air shifts; Samira Mohan senses it even as the delicious smell of forest and sea hits.
Omega has gone into heat—and Jack Abbot needs her help.
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‘strung out for another taste of your honey’
An Omegaverse AU for #MohabbotMonday
Rated E, 10K
archiveofourown.org/works/71463131
Will watching this on repeat all day!!
#MohabbotMonday
Buckle | baby’s first Mohabbot edit 😌
Happy #mohabbotmonday they should let her fuck that old man!
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(To the tune of “Shots”) ANGST! ANGST! ANGST! ANGST! ANGST! :D
Prequel scene to “Rough Shift” for #mohabbotmonday and as my birthday gift to the 2 ppl here who care
There’s not a flicker of the lights as she walked into the clinic, as always everything is perfectly in order and meticulously maintained. Located in a quiet suburb to the west of Pittsburgh, only a short fifteen minute drive from Samira’s spiritual if not actual home at the Pittsburgh Medical Trauma Centre (or as its residents less than affectionately referred to it, the Pitt), the building sits slightly apart from the other low-rise buildings of this nondescript commercial block, with plenty of parking at the back, out of view of the security cameras of the nearby building and near the clinic’s main, heavily secured door. Cool air seeps out from the ventilation system; the skin of Samira’s bared arms pimples with the sensation; she can’t help but shiver, and not just from the cold. She’s been here a million times this past year – it’s been fourteen months by now since her visit, she realizes with a slight shock – or at least it seems so, but never like this.
Of course, she’s not usually bracketed by two thugs with more neck than humour walking in. They are very, very careful not to touch her, or even come close, but the threat is there, just lingering in the air, just as it had been when she’d opened the door to her condo half-an-hour ago, having somehow made their way in without checking in with her concierge and in defiance of the buildings state-of-the-art security system. She was going to see the ‘Doc’ they’d told her, and she’d known she’d no choice in the matter.
Jack Abbot from the Pitt
An empty emergency room
Working on a little Mob!Doctor drabble this bright #mohabbotmonday.
(Mind the imperfections of a first draft, lol)
#mohabbot #thepitt
Diamond Between Her Thighs | Samira Mohan/Jack Abbot | E
Samira finds her engagement ring.
archiveofourown.org/works/71973426
#mohabbotmonday #mohabbot #thepitt
e hoje ainda é #mohabbotmonday EITA COMO EU VENÇOOOOOOOOO
graças a deus migraram o #mohabbotmonday pro tumblr 🙏🏻🙏🏻 agora não preciso mais entrar no cuitter pra ver as fics/edits
A emergency department room from a hospital
It takes Samira Mohan longer than it should to track down the rumour’s source – she’s not sure if she’s fuming or sad; either way, she needs to know – longer than she’d like to confirm it. This makes no sense at all. Dragging Jack Abbot into the nearest open on-call room – “Dr. Abbot, if I could get your input on this case?” – she stares up at him, as he looks down at her with a calm confusion. As she blurts out the crazy rumour she’s heard, one that had apparently originated with him. “What the fuck do you mean, telling Dana I’m going to leave you?” She sees as he clues in to what she says and why she says it – though, as opposed to her, he seems neither surprised nor sad, merely accepting, resigned maybe. He almost seems fond as he looks down at her. “Well, not immediately, I imagine.” Not immediately? “What do you mean, not immediately? Why am I even leaving you at all?” She doesn’t get it – they live together, well, she lives in his house, her lease ended, and she moved in while looking for a new place, and somehow she never left. There didn’t seem to be a point; her residency is almost over, she’s not even a month left. Anyway, it doesn’t matter; they are together, she thought everything was going well, it is going well, at least, she’d been convinced of that fact until this morning. Jack, meanwhile, is just staring at her while she works it out, as patient as ever. “I mean–” He must have lost his mind, she’d told him that she’d loved him; okay, maybe she hadn’t actually, not exactly, but she’d meant to. Was planning on it, would get to it, eventually, she was going to, she was, was just waiting for the right moment. Anyway, the important thing was that she loved him. “Jack. We filled out paperwork.”
The most embarrassing morning of her life, she had hoped to never speak of that day ever again, but, nevertheless, it’s true. They had trekked into the Human Resources department on an overcast Tuesday morning after they first moved in together, on her day off, sat down in front of a woman who had tried, and failed, to keep the judgment off her face, and filled out matching forms listing the same address for both of them. Would she go through all that for a man she didn’t love? A deep breath. “Jack, why, on earth, would you think I’m leaving you?” She’s an approved secondary user on his credit cards, she’s seen his will, she’s in his fucking will. She’s met his family, and his late wife’s family; he’s suffered through an awkward dinner with her mother; they’ve hung out with their co-workers, as a couple. They went to Robby and Heather’s wedding, sat at the same table, danced to all the slow songs—he’d held her hand under the table afterwards, his other hand on her leg, the heat of it bleeding through the thin silk of her dress to warm her skin. And he thinks she’s planning on leaving him? “Well, you will, I mean, probably, eventually.” He doesn’t even seem that pressed about that, more resigned than anything. Sad, she thinks, but confident as to the outcome and accepting of it – as if he has foreseen the future all too clearly, has given a great deal of thought to how it will play out and how he’ll deal with it. Shocked, she looks up to him. “Jack–how long have you been thinking like this?” A twist of his lip, his teeth dug in hard to shine against his skin, the sliver of his stubble shining sharp under the fluorescent lights. “Not important.” Oh, there’s no way she’s letting him get away with that, not as he hesitates, not as she knows immediately that thought’s been lingering in that big brain of his since they started dating, maybe even before. That will need to be better explored later. He’s rambling on and she knows it's worse than she’d thought.
“I know you’ve decided on the fellowship in public health at West Penn, and then maybe apply as an Attending here – you know they’ll take you immediately if you even apply, they’d be fools not to – but–” “But?” It’s unclear where his apparent hesitation comes from, where the ‘but’ comes from. She’d thought long and hard as to what she wants, and what she wants is a career in Public Health, in Pittsburgh; many interesting developments are going on here, plus there’s no reason why she can’t expand into other areas as her research progresses – the journal of public health had this recent article on the confluence of public health and emergency medicine in emergency departments in urban centres like Pittsburgh…anyway – she’s happy here. She’s happy with him. “Even if you decide to stay in Pittsburgh – which you may or may not – that doesn’t mean you have to stay with me.” Have to? Have to stay with him? “Why would I have to–? What would make you think I don’t want to?” Suddenly, she’s a moment of panic, a sensation of pure, unadulterated fear that she must fight all the way down as it threatens to rise up her throat and choke her. “Do you not want me?” His hand comes up to cup her cheek, firm and callused but gentle as he always is with her, his thumb raising to sweep softly against her lips. She takes comfort in it, just as she does from the feeling of the tungsten metal of his wedding ring, warmed by his body heat and heavy on her face, a tangible reminder of the capacity of his devotion, as it tugs against the edge of her cheekbones. “I want you, I need you, Samira. Iove you. Always. You know I want whatever you want.” A soft smile. “I just mean, I need you to always be okay, baby– and to have options.” The sensation of his quick, gentle kiss still lingers on her lips, his mouth still a millimetre from her own as she absorbs the words he whispers. “With or without me.”
For the last #MohabbotMonday of Anxiety Avoidant August, I’m posting a #Mohabbot drabble like the cool kids do.
#ThePitt
Outside view of the Emergency department of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center from the Pitt
Jack's still ten feet out as Samira gets cold-cocked by a patient.
She’s fine, she tells him later after Ellis finishes checking her out—he clearly doesn’t believe her.
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'Won't you wrap the night around me?'
T, 2/3 for @tarzelladraws.bsky.social
#MohabbotMonday
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he has a pretty good diet—plenty of protein, keeps track of his cholesterol, doesn't over do it with the pesky carbs—but, it's a cheat day, know what i'm sayin'? #mohabbotnsfw #mohabbotmonday
