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More of Mohabbot needing each other in order to have a healthy sleep schedule 😴

(I literally started writing more about this concept, and then completely forgot about it in my drafts. Is it long? Yes. Am I on a writing streak because I am done with finals? Also yes! Did I write this at 2am? YES, please be easy on me)

(If you missed the first post, just know Samira and Jack find out they can only fall asleep unless they are cuddled up together, and they are tired!)

Jack really hopes he doesn’t make it obvious.

Here in the Pitt, gossip spreads fast. It’s like the second someone catches get a glimpse of something, they can stretch it out for months. And what Jack and Samira have, that’s something to talk about.

Samira knew just as he did to keep things low and subtle. She had asked after their third “night together”, if they were going to keep doing this to please not let it flow into their work.

“Yeah, sure thing.” He has said stretching from the most life changing sleep he has ever had, thinking how it easy it would be. He was such a fucking idiot. Cause it was anything but easy.

They both found out quickly that unless they were put on a shift together, or had time off, their little plan didn’t really work. Since their dumb brains needed them together in order to turn off.

So, it was about to be Jack’s third night shift in a row without her, and he was starting to loose it. Then the buzz came, her name and contact photo appearing on the screen like a message from an angel (which it was), she was going to be on that night shift and she 100% “needed a ride home”.

“Someone’s happy.” Dana snapped her gum, as she eyed him through her glasses. Shit, of course she noticed. Jack bit the inside of his cheek to keep his cool. Part of him wanted to just tell Dana, go on a full ten minute rant to explain the weird situation he found himself in. But you can’t really explain how you quite literally need to be in bed with a resident in order to sleep, and he can’t really explain the feelings it’s been stirring inside him either, so he just shrugs.

“Just happy to be at work.” He quipped hoping she would take the bait.

But Evans is a smart woman, and she just gives him a very suspicious “sure.” before officially signing off and ending her day.

As Jack waves at the charge nurse leaving, that’s where he got a glimpse of her. Walking in with her headphones, hair in a ponytail that had her curls falling, and deep tired eyes. Of course, she still looked good, definitely better than Jack did, she could do that in any condition. But it was clear she was tired; the brightness in large eyes, the one that could make any patients day better, had dimmed . And Jack hated that. If only he could make time go faster, just so she could sleep. Fuck it, he didn’t even care if she slept and he didn’t, he would still try to make the hours past by. But they had a shift to start, and they had to keep it low.

The shift goes normal, screams here, blood there. Jokes from Parker. Eye rolls from Walsh. Laughter from Mateo. Not an easy day, but far from the worst. Jack works, and it seems his body uses all its energy for the emergency room, because he feels fine. Samira is also working like nothing is wrong, in fact she’s doing it all with a smile. He knows it’s gonna hit the second they clock out, it always does.

He tries to make his exit as fast as he can. As the morning crew starts rolling in, Jack feels entire body beginning to change, desperate to leave. It’s doing that weird thing where autopilot leaves, and his eyelids begin to get heavy. His mind starts to think of Samira, if he’s feeling this way, she’s probably just as bad.

Shit, I gotta find her, and take her out of here.

He finds and talks with Robby, gets him up to date. Sprinkles a few jokes as to not bring awareness to the way he is practically searching for Samira.

“You got things from here?” Jack says, as the two of them walk through the halls, passing by the night nurses who are scrambling to finish their day.

“Should be.” Robby says, crossing his arms in his typical fashion. “You heading home?”

Jack clears his throat as he catches Samira chatting it up with Trinity by the lockers. Her eyes find him, and for a moment there is almost a brief conversation. He had already texted her where he parked. A couple blocks down, pretty far from where most people are heading, but not a stretch. Just enough that no one will notice, and no one will question.

Be there in one minute, he thinks, and for a second, it’s stupid. To think she can read his mind in this single look he’s giving her across the room.

But, Samira Mohan is an incredible woman, and she gives him the slightest nod and smile. Not even missing a beat with Trinity as she returns to their conversation, and Jack tries not grin as he turns back to Robby.

“Yeah, brother.” Jack gives his friend a small tap on the shoulder. “I’m done for the day.”

“Good.” Robby gives a small nod. “Cause I don’t mean to be a dick man, but you look exhausted.”

Jack bites back a laugh. “Trust me. I’m good.”

The truck is already unlocked,Jack had slipped Samira the keys in passing. He hops into the driver’s seat and lets out the loudest sigh. She’s already in the passenger seat, looking absolutely drained.

She’s is barely holding it together when she turns to him. “We don’t have to stop at my place today. I brought everything.” She kicks a backpack that’s by her feet.

“Perfect.” Jack says, putting the keys into the ignition and starting the car. As the hum of the engine begins, Samira sits up straight.

“Shit. Wait.” Samira’s fingers finds her forehead. “I never asked before, you must be so tired too. Are you okay to drive?”

“I’m wide awake until you’re safe.” Jack says without thinking. “I could stay up for three more days, if you needed me to.”

Jack begins to pull out, and yes he is now wide awake because of how stupid that last sentence sounded. He makes a small glance to Samira, who seems to be both taken aback and relieved.

“Oh—okay.” Samira gets out.

The rest of the car ride is silent, they listen to music that she has cued up, and it’s calm. Almost helping Jack forget what he had just said. He looks toward her as Samira stares out the window. He had realized early on how much she liked this part. Samira needed the silence. It was like every mile they passed was another step in shedding the burden that was keeping her awake. He realized he needed it too, the peace and quiet. Sometimes it led to him thinking about the shift, or other things that seemed to plague his mind, sometimes he didn’t think about anything at all.

He liked what the silence offered. It meant communicating in other ways. He always took the route where they passed by a local park, one with a nice garden Samira had commented on one time, said she liked the flowers. He would slow down, just so she could look at them longer. And she always cued up a song he liked when they were close to home, making sure it lined up perfectly to when he parked the car.

The walk to his apartment is as silent as the car ride. It’s like they are machines, moving as if they are back in the Pitt. They both enter, both put away their shoes and coats. They make their way to the bedroom, where Samira takes her backpack and immediately is moving toward the bathroom. As Jack hears the water of the shower go, he begins the routine, setting up the humidifier, making sure their alarms are set, and closing the blinds.

“I left some hot water for you.” Jack hears as he takes out his pajama pants from his closet.

“Thanks for thinking of me.” Jack turns. He is met with wet haired Samira, a towel being used to dry her hair, she’s wearing pajama shorts that are so small that they barely peak out from underneath her oversized t-shirt.

She looks at him, smiling softly, with tired eyes, and damp hair.

She has no idea how beautiful she is.

Jack blinks. “I’ll be quick.” He mutters past her. Trying not to stare, but at that point he’s too tired to care.

He is quick. So quick, that by the time he’s done, she’s still doing her skincare routine for the night. Samira did her part, turning off the lights, setting up the fan. He’s not wearing a shirt, when he leaves the bathroom, only in his pj pants. They realized by the second time they did this, how hot it gets when you are bear-hugging the person next to you. He’s glad she doesn’t seem to mind his lack of clothes.

“Come here.” Samira smiles as she makes her way toward him. She has some moisturizer cream on her hands, that she quickly puts on his face. This is a new part to their routine, and Jack is not dumb enough to interrupt it.

“You think I need this?” Jack closes his eyes, as she begins to do her work.

“Maybe a little.” He hears her laugh.

Just the sound of her voice makes him smile. “What? Do I look tired?”

When they are entering in bed, it’s silent again. At this point they know everything they need to know, all the tension that the other nights had completely gone. Jack lays down first, opening his arms so Samira can fit herself on his chest. She immediately falls into him, resting her head under his chin. He moves the blanket around them, so it captures the both of them.

“Night, Jack.” Samira says softly, her hand going to his upper body. She adjusts herself, head on him as she hooks one leg around his, and Jack feels entire body relax.

“Goodnight, Samira.” Jack’s arm wraps around her waist, pulling her close to his side as he hears her breathing get heavier.

It takes less than five minutes before both of them are completely knocked out.

silverbecca

Javadi But She’s Suspicious of Mohabbot Pt 3

(Some of yall asked for more. So here is more lmaoo, also it’s about time for a Jack POV)

(This chapter is shorter than the others I think or maybe it’s not. idk. I just like to write for fun yall. Again, be easy on this writer, i’m just having a good time. Also Samira and Vic will be back!)

Jack bit his thumb as he leaned back in the driver seat. It was almost seven, time to clock in for the day, and yet here he was. Sitting in his parked truck just looking at his phone, looking at a text from Samira Mohan.

u left ur jacket here btw.

That’s all she texted, only thing she had to text, and it alone was driving Jack crazy.

He let out a sigh as he rubbed his face, feeling his head saying something that he knew his heart was going to ignore. Jack looked at the time again, he really should be starting his shift.

And you shouldn’t text her. His thoughts whispered to him. But somehow, other thoughts crept in. All of them leading back to that night, the teasing, the pulling, the way she looked up at him.

“Fuck, it.” Jack let out. Allowing his fingers to text before he could even think, before the alarms started blaring, and before he could think of all the promises they made that night. Once it was sent, Jack immediately shut off his phone, got out of his truck and headed for the welcoming doors of the PTMC. Thankfully, he knew for a fact she wasn’t working today.

Last week, Jack Abbot was invited to go out for drinks with friends who he couldn’t decide whether they were good or bad influences. After years of group therapy, support groups for veterans and widowers, Jack managed to form some sort of friendship with a couple of guys that were pretty much in the same boat as he was.

It was different from hanging out with Robby who felt more like a brother, or drinks with the night crew. There was less tension between the men on things Jack knew wasn’t as simple to talk about. It was easy to share humor with Matt who walked with a cane after his second tour in Afghanistan. Or to confide with Phil, who was scared to introduce his sons to his new girlfriend, especially since the loss of his wife eight years ago.

It wasn’t as if Jack liked these friends more than his family at PTMC, these guys couldn’t relate to burn outs from a long shift, or the burden of losing a patient. But they knew what the sleepless nights were like, the crying in the dark, the moments of not knowing if tomorrow would come. And that was enough. And Jack enjoyed his time with them, even if they did suck at golf.

The bar that Matt had chosen was one he couldn’t seem to shut up about. Lion Heart, was a relatively new place in the area, one Jack had never been to before. The place was beyond nice. Jack had to admit it once he arrived, it had more of a subdued atmosphere, than what they were used to.

Lights low, more places to sit than stand, jazz music echoing through the walls. Everything about the place screamed expensive but the vibe was serene.

They had spotted him instantly, all of them sitting on a red leather couch that encircled a table, already littered with a couple of beers.

“There he is!” Matt pointed out. “Jack-Jack!”

The other guys all looked up, greeting him with their drinks, and before Jack could even sit down a bottle was slid into his hand.

“All of you started without me.” Jack observed.

“Sorry if you’re late to the party.” Matt arched his eyebrow. “But we don’t wait for nobody, not even our fancy pants doctor.”

Jack chuckled as he took a sip of his beer. It tasted horrible, which meant Anthony had ordered it, the guy wasn’t too big on taste, just focused on results.

“Isn’t this place cool?”Phil looked to Jack.

“Hell, yeah.” Jack agreed. “I’m trying to figure out which date had the unfortunate experience with Matt here.”

Matt faked offense. “It wasn’t me who got introduced to this place by a date. It was Anthony.”

“And it wasn’t an unfortunate experience.” Anthony protested. “She hasn’t texted me back. But I think it was a good date.”

Jack smiled, taking another sip of the awful beer, his face wincing. “You know you guys only have an hour out of me, right?”

“You act like you’re busy.” Anthony scoffed.

“I am busy.” Jack tilts his head.

“Phil’s a lawyer!” Anthony brought up. “With twins!”

Jack, doesn’t leave in an hour. The hour had long passed once the guys get into a heated conversation over the new rookie drafted to the Penguins. By the time, Jack is about to go to the bar for the next round of drinks (on him), he’s already feeling it. The buzz rushing to his head, the laughs that come more easily, and heat of the place as more people begin to pack in.

He had probably turned his head for a second, and maybe that’s all it took for him to see Samira Mohan a couple of feet away.

How he didn’t notice her before, was a question he might be asking for the rest of his life. She’s with people he had never seen before, probably an outside of work friend group, just as he was. The only clear difference between the two of them, was that she looked like she just came out of a photoshoot compared to the simple thing he had thrown together.

He had to swallow to steady himself at the sight of her. The soft curls, the black short dress, and the thigh high boots as she crossed one leg over the other, it was like she was trying to kill him. She had done her makeup simply, which made Jack notice how he never seen her in makeup before. Never seen her like this before.

He wants to blame the drinks, the atmosphere, the fact that she looks incredible. However a breath escapes his mouth as he realizes he has to be honest with himself.

He had been flirting with Dr. Mohan for a while now. It wasn’t often, only when he had the pleasure of seeing her on night shifts, and he told himself it wasn’t serious. At first it came off naturally, Jack seemed to flirt with everyone, or that’s what Dana had said a long time ago. And she didn’t seem to mind it, in fact she was flirting back, and that’s where the problem started.

It was quick glances when a patient said something ridiculous, laughing at each other’s jokes in the hallways, the stupid faces he would draw on her coffee cups when Shen let him take over dunkin runs. It wasn’t serious. It couldn’t be. Samira was far too intelligent, still very much a resident, and for her to even consider Jack like that, it just didn’t make sense. She was just having fun, like he was. She had to be, right?

And Jack didn’t do this. Not anymore. Sure, there were hookups that he had his time with; but those were quick and fleeting, and highly effective with his schedule. He didn’t need to be digging himself an even deeper hole with Samira. Even if he found himself, looking forward to her opinions on articles he sent, waiting for the moment he could tell her some interesting gossip Walsh had told him about. Even now, when he couldn’t pull his eyes off of her, he knew he was just falling down something he wouldn’t want to come back from. Because what if he actually had a crush on her, what did that mean?

Anyone would have a crush on her. His mind seemed to echo. She’s the smartest doctor you have met in years, there is not a single patient you can think of that didn’t like her. She was—

“How long you gonna stare bud?”

“Mhm?” Jack turned his head back around. He found Phil’s gaze, the man had a small smirk on his face. Phil took a sip of his third drink as he waited for Jack’s answer.

“No. No.” Jack laughed to himself, but he could feel the heat reaching his face. “It—It’s not like that, at all. She is—“

“Way too young for you.” Matt cut in, who was supposed to be in a conversation with Anthony. Suddenly, all three pair of eyes were now on their fancy pants doctor, and Jack was aware of how red he was turning.

“No.” Jack snapped back at Matt, surprised on how quickly he got defensive. “I know her, from work.”

Phil’s smirk stayed plastered on his face as he asked, “Why haven’t you mentioned her before?”

“I—“ Jack found his words not forming. He turned his head back to her direction, and he could feel his stomach drop.

It was her friend who spotted him looking, she appeared to be leaning toward Samira, whispering something in her ear as she pointed an extremely obvious finger toward Jack and his friends.

When Samira’s eyes met his. He instinctively held his breath. He saw her face relax, recognition in her eyes, a smile creeping up as a dimple became clear on her cheek. She waved at him.

Fuck, she’s got me.

Jack felt himself breathe, as he lifted his drink, a small hello back at her. When he turned to his friends, they looked star struck.

“See.” Jack grinned, taking another sip of beer, cause God knew he needed it. “Told you I knew her.”

“You need to move now.” Matt said, his face stone cold. Which was concerning, since Matt was never serious.

“What?”

Phil looked like he was about to lose it. “By her a drink!”

Jack turned back, they were still watching him. Samira and her friend, who was clearly engaged in this whole scene, were giggling.

“I don’t know.” Jack started. “It wouldn’t be necessarily appropriate and you said yourself she’s way too young and ther-“

He saw Samira get up, her eyes found his, her head did a cute gesture to the bar.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jack got up so fast that he almost knocked the table over. “I’ll be back.”

“No, you won’t.” Matt murmured, as he watched his friend beeline toward the bar.

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Javadi but it’s her becoming suspicious of Mohabbot

(This is just basically Javadi and Mohan’s friendship with a sprinkle of Abbot. I’m just so obsessed with the idea of the two girls having a close bond)

(This was way longer than I thought it would be. Also please know I just be writing out of the top of my head, so grammar is out the window. Also, also 18+)

When Victoria Javadi knows something, she knows something. And Samira is great at hiding things, always has been. Always making sure that whatever her mind is currently torturing her about, it stays way below the surface. She’s had tons of practice with patients, Robby, and her mother.

But the thing about being a pesky coworker who turned into an annoying little sister over the last few months, you learn things fast. And Victoria has never had an older sister to bother, so she will take every opportunity she gets to see how things play out.

She started getting suspicious when one night probably a month ago, during a facetime conversation, Samira suddenly told her about plans to go to a bar with some friends from college. Samira was excited, Victoria was completely jealous she couldn’t come, and of course Samira had to pick the hottest outfit on planet Earth to wear. The same outfit Victoria had put together for her!

But regardless of all of that, Vic could easily think of how the night would go. Samira would most likely send her a few sporadic texts throughout the night, each getting more sloppy and incoherent. Maybe one drunk voice memo, one crazy text about someone from work she might bump into, and then a couple hours later the picture of takeout to reassure Vic that she made it home.

However that night, she got pretty coherent texts. One voice memo of Samira and her friends all saying hi to her…. and then nothing.

It wasn’t too out of the ordinary, they only started this routine of constantly communicating only recently, but it was enough for Vic to check her phone. She wanted to call, was about to send a “u good?” text, before she checked the location saw she was home and decided not to press any further. Samira probably had gotten caught it up with the night, and must have forgotten their routine. It was all good. Plus, Vic will see her in the morning.

The text actually came the second Victoria woke up. Her stupid alarm reminding her of the career she chose, she slaps her hand around her night stand to grab her phone. As she silences her alarm, she is met with notification from the contact Mimi 🤍.

“This should be good.” Victoria bites her lip, wondering what crazy video she’s about to open, but all she gets is one very desperate message.

Please come to work early. i need ur help 🥹

Dr. Javadi ran to work that day.

She pushed through the commotion at the front desk, made her quick hellos to everyone on shift, and then practically ran through the door of the employees bathroom.

“Samira?” Victoria creeps in turning the corner.

“Yeah?” Samira gives a weak answer.

“What happened to you—“ And then Victoria sees it, and she doubles over in laughter.

“Please.” Samira holds up a hand, holding back her own laugh. “I really don’t need to hear this.”

Victoria is holding her stomach at this point. “Real classy, Mimi. Super classy.”

That’s when Victoria makes her way over, able to see in the poor lighting, the hickey that has appeared on the right side on Samira’s neck. It wasn’t bad, not a huge distraction, but it was there and pretty apparent. And Victoria soaks this all in, because that means the Princess of the Pitt, had a drunken hookup. And Samira doesn’t do this, she hardly even gets drunk.

“Had a fun night I see.” Vic chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah.” Samira rolls her eyes, gesturing to the bathroom counter that is littered with makeup. “Can you help me out, Dr. J? I started but you’ve always been better at this. Plus I feel like you would’ve hated me if I didn’t show you.

“Oh yes, I totally would have. And of course, I’ll help you out.” Victoria says, picking up a makeup sponge almost immediately. “But you owe me.”

As she’s working, it’s hard not to ask, so she goes straight for it.

Victoria raises her eyebrows, lifting Samira’s chin. “What’s his name?”

“What if it was a her?” Samira tests.

Victoria pulls back. “Was it?”

“No.” Samira sighs, a little defeated, and Victoria watches as her eyes shift. A clear Mohan tell. “It was a guy. But he’s not important, it wasn’t serious.”

“Did you tell him that?” Victoria scoffs. “Cause he seemed to really like you.”

“Gosh this feels so childish.” Samira puts a hand to her face.

“Still haven’t given me a name?”

“Trust me Vic, it was a one time thing.”

“Let me guess, some hot shot lawyer… Wait! Accountant! You always seem to get those.”

“No, and no.” Samira raises an eyebrow. “And you can’t guess.”

That’s when alarm bells start ringing. Cause as much as Samira doesn’t do much outside of work, she’s an open book, especially after the connection they started forming. Nothing was off the table. So why start now?

“So, what?” Victoria turns her head, inspecting the work. “This guy was like a douche? Bad in bed?”

“Um.” Samira hesitates. Her eyes move to the floor as if recalling something, and flush creeps on her face.

“Shit, clearly not.” Victoria leans forward. “Then why won’t you tell me? Better yet, why are you saying it’s a one time thing? If he’s a nice guy and clearly has you acting all school girly-“

“I’m not acting like that.” Samira interrupts

“You are.” Victoria cuts back in. “Why aren’t you seeing him again?”

Samira steps back, examining the neck, in the mirror before exhaling deeply.

“It’s just complicated.” Samira shrugs like that solves anything.

“Why? Does he have a girlfriend or something?”

“No Vic—“

“Military?”

“Huh? Vic—“

“Do we know him?”

Suddenly there is a hand on Victoria’s mouth and Samira is staring at her with her soft, yet stern eyes.

“Victoria. I love you. But no more.” Samira shakes her head, letting her hand drop. “It’s really nothing.”

“Okay.” Victoria backs off. “Fine. I’ll drop it.”

“Thank you.” Samira sighs. “Okay, let’s start the day!”

The entire shift, Victoria watches her friends like a hawk. But there’s nothing, no more tells, no more subtle hints, just complete avoidance of what happened.

She’s making it so obvious, because she’s not doing anything. Vic thinks as the day ends, chewing on the edge of the pen as she watches Samira chit chat with a patient. There is more to this, if only she could-

“Don’t tell me you’re eating that for dinner.” The joke comes from behind Vic, that familiar voice and tone that always seems to bother her about charting. “That’s me checking in, by the way.”

“Hi, Dr. Abbot.” Victoria greets, dropping her pen but not her gaze as she returns back to her charts. “What’s new with you?”

“Nothing.” The night shift attending shrugs. “What about you kiddo?”

“I’m solving a mystery.” Victoria mumbles under her breath, but loud enough for Dr. Abbot to hear it.

“Sounds fun.” He says, clapping his hands together before he makes his exit. “Let me know when you solve it.”

“Trust me.” Vic says more to herself as Abbot walks away. “I will.”

And that’s only how it starts.

falteringstars

“I’d lose myself for you”

— A New Girl AU 🍎

Samira, who has been invited by Mel to her new apartment, isn’t convinced that her current living situation is ideal — despite the reassurance from her childhood best friend. She’s always been protective of Mel, considering her soft and empathetic nature.

So, she obviously jumps at the chance to visit Mel and investigate this odd roommate situation. After all, the idea of living with not one, not two, but three men is nothing short of a nightmare to Samira.

She reluctantly follows Mel towards the door labeled 4D. “You’re going to really like them, Mira. They’re lots of fun and I can assure you that they have real jobs.” Mel chatters on, but Samira is still unconvinced.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she mutters.

The door opens with nudge and some effort, and the sight in front of them is three men of varying ages lounging on the sofa.

Samira holds back a grimace. She promised she’d try.

“Hey guys! I’d like to introduce to my closest and childhood best friend, Samira Mohan.” Mel clutches her forearm to encourage her to talk. The three of them perk up at the sound of Mel’s voice.

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about you guys,” Samira says, plastering on her practiced model smile.

It seems as though that piqued their interest because all of a sudden, they’ve all sat upright. One roommate catches her eye. He’s all freckles and auburn curls. The black shirt he wears does wonders to his muscled, and very veiny arms. Why is she trying to inconspicuously check out her probably creepy roommate?

“Wow, I didn’t know Mel had hot friends; would’ve asked her to bring home guests sooner then — I’m Jack, by the way,” he offers a confident smile, extending his hand forward. Fuck, he has dimples.

But, Samira isn’t that impressed. As a full-time model, she’s had her fair share of men trying to win her over with mock niceties and sugary compliments. What takes her aback though, is the crudeness that exudes off of Jack.

“Samira,” she takes his hand, drawing herself closer to his ear. “And I’m not that easy. Keep that in mind, Jack.”

She pulls back, smile painting her lips. She’s doing this for Mel.

Jack barely looks phased, but she doesn’t miss the flash of surprise that crosses his face before that. Mel introduces her other two roommates, Frank and Michael, who quickly interjects with a “just call me Robby.”

Normally, she’d dwell on the strange tension shared between Frank and Mel, but she stores that away for later. She feels a certain pair of hazel eyes burning holes into her back as she watches Mel bicker with Frank about something related to his angry plumbing tendencies.

What a strange, strange trio of men.

“So, Samira,” Jack starts. She turns to look at him. “Do you like… raisins?”

Jesus Christ. This man is hopeless.

“I don’t particularly hate them?”

“Well, how do you feel about dates?” Samira resists the urge to face palm. The tips of Jack’s ears turn red as she gives him a deadpan stare.

Before she can respond, Mel announces that she has to take a quick call before retreating to her bedroom hurriedly.

“Alright. Listen up, losers.” Frank and Robby are now looking at Samira, along with an embarrassed looking Jack.

“Mel is my best and closest friend. She’s been treated like shit by her ex boyfriend because she was always too fucking nice to call him out on his idiocy. But I don’t let shit slide,” she says. Her narrowed eyes scan each man, instilling in their heads where she stands in this dynamic.

“If any of you, and I mean, any of you, hurt her,” she points a perfectly manicured finger at them threateningly.

“I will not hesitate to fuck you up. And I mean it. I know enough people.”

Frank, Robby and Jack stare at her, wide-eyed. Robby and Frank mutter words of agreement. Jack looks enthralled, blushing painting his cheeks.

Mel comes out shortly after, and Samira says her goodbyes to everyone and starts walking to the front door. As Mel stands with Samira at the door, Jack pats his heated face.

“Guys, I think I might be attracted to Mel’s best friend. And I mean majorly. There’s something so… dominating about her.”

Robby gives Jack a pitiful look. “Jack, buddy, you’re majorly fucked.”

And that he is. But that’s a road Jack is willing to go down.

note: guess who had another au idea but this time, inspired by new girl!!! i’m terribly pitt-pilled so in my head, jessica is so mel and cece is obviously samira and it got me thinking of this little blurb

unfortunately i have a track record of starting things and never finishing them but i’ll eventually get to one of my ideas i hope

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bite-my-grimy-fleshy-ass

If you like a Long Island Iced Tea, wait until you try the provocatively named Adios, Motherfucker. It’s fun, boozy and blue.

Found a recipe for it that's worded like electrochemistry wrote it

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Update: this tastes like if a baha blast could kill you and annihilates any ongoing anxiety attacks

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Update update: comparing this to a long island is like comparing a pickup truck to a tank

rabbiteclair

auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"

leahbear30

This Author has come to bear news regarding the marriage mart, Miss Samira Mohan and Dr Jack Abbot are engaged to be wed! Through whisperings of the ton, it is apparent the proposal took place during their recent promenade.

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Mohabbot Blurb | Voicemails

Voicemail

September 5, 10:20 PM

“Hey, Mohan. It’s Abbot. Uh… I just wanted to make sure you made it home okay. You don’t have to call back. I know after shifts like today the last thing you probably want to do is talk about it.”

“I keep thinking about the pigtail catheter. You did good. I know I told you that already, but I figured it was worth saying again.”

“I know you’re probably going to replay today in your head. Every patient, every call you made, everything you wish had gone differently. Try not to let yourself get stuck there.”

“Shifts like this one tend to stick with you. I’ve learned that the hard way. Just don’t mistake carrying today with failing because you didn’t. You showed up when people needed you. That’s what matters.”

“You’re a hell of a doctor, Mohan. And if your brain won’t shut off tonight, or you need somebody who understands what today felt like… I’m probably awake.”

“Try to get some sleep. Goodnight.”

July 4, 9:41 PM

“It’s Jack. Just wanted to check in and see if your DKA patient got the bag of med supplies.”

“My shoulder’s doing better, by the way. You did a nice job with it. Thanks for not making a thing out of it. I really need to consider a different hobby. I heard pickleball is fun.”

“Anyway. I hope you got to enjoy at least a little bit of the holiday. Maybe watch some fireworks. Or don’t. They’re kind of overrated.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.”

February 19, 2:15 PM

“Hey. Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong.”

“I was reading, which, before you say anything, yes, I know. Riveting way to spend an afternoon off. Better than getting myself shot at, though.”

“There was a paper in JAMA about delays in care. I emailed it to you. Not because I expect you to read it tonight or anything. I’m sure you’re busy. It just reminded me of that conversation we had after that septic shock patient last month. I was curious what you’d think. You always catch things everyone else misses.”

“So… Read it. Or don’t. But if you do… Humor me. I’d like to hear what you think.”

“Anyway. No rush. Call me whenever you’ve read it. Have a good rest of your shift.”

June 30, 3:59 PM

“Afternoon. I know today’s your last shift as a resident, and well, I figured I’d call quick before you get busy.”

“I just wanted to say congratulations. You’ve earned this. I’ve watched you grow into one of the best emergency physicians I’ve worked with.”

“I know if someone I cared about came through those ambulance doors… I’d want you taking care of them. I don’t say that lightly.”

“I had this whole speech planned in my head. It sounded a lot better. Guess that’s why I went into medicine instead of public speaking.”

“I know everyone’s meeting tonight for drinks. I’m going to try to stop by if I can. It wouldn’t feel right missing your last night.”

“Congratulations again, Doc. I’m proud of you.”

July 1, 6:03 AM

“Morning. Before you panic… Yes, I’m well aware that it is six in the morning. You’re probably awake anyway. First day and all.”

“Attending Samira Mohan. It has a nice ring to it.”

“I just wanted to wish you luck. Not that you’ll need it. You’re going to do amazing. They’re lucky to have you. Even if I’m still a little annoyed they stole you from us.”

“Remember to trust your instincts. They’ve served you pretty well so far.”

“Call me after your shift. I’d like to hear how it went. And if they give you too hard a time, I know where they park.”

“Go knock ’em dead, Doc.”

October 12, 8:11 AM

“Morning, sweetheart. I almost said ‘Dr. Mohan.’ Force of habit, I guess. I woke up about ten minutes after you left.”

“I miss you already. Feels a little ridiculous considering you’ve only been gone an hour.”

“Anyway. Go save some lives. Be brilliant. Try to remember to eat lunch before three in the afternoon. Drink some water too.”

“I was thinking I’ll order from that place you like tonight and we can watch a movie or something.”

“I’ll see you tonight, Samira.”

“Love you.”

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An absolutely exhausted Samira, who can’t understand why she won’t sleep. It’s not effecting her work, but it shows when she steps out of the hospital. Almost like she is on autopilot when she hits the ER, and the second she leaves those doors, it finally hits that she hasn’t slept in 24 hours. It’s getting to the point where it’s concerning, Dana, Mckay and even Santos are realizing this problem is getting worse. And nothing she tries is working, reading, vitamins, even mediating. She is wide awake. Word gets around and Jack, (who has own issues with sleeping) decides he should help.

It’s incredibly weird at first, Jack in Samira’s bedroom, giving her the best tips he had learned over the years that have helped him in some way. He says that despite the various techniques he has learned, they one way or another fail and he has to try something new, this leads to obvious teasing from Samira. If he can’t sleep why in the world is he helping her? It gets to the point where it’s already late, Samira will try to sleep, but offers Jack her couch because of the time, he takes it and hopes he has managed to help her in some way.

He doesn’t help, Samira stares at her ceiling, thinks how she desperately wants to leave her bed. She thinks to get some water and tip toes her way to her kitchen ,where she finds Jack on her couch also not sleeping. It’s at the point the two decide maybe to just sit on the couch and talk, it’s calm at first, to just sit in the dark and just have a small, quiet, calm conversation.

All Jack can remember is the sound of Samira laughing lowly before he wakes up, on her couch. His head is heavy like it’s never been before. He rubs his eyes like actually rubs his eyes because of how deep he was sleeping. Only then does he notice Samira on his chest. Heavy breathing, curls in her face, and arm over him like she has done it a million times.

Now work is weird. Because it is the best sleep both of them has gotten in a while. For Jack, it has been years. Neither one of them are going to admit it, but they both know that their stubbornness can’t hold out forever. They will eventually become so tired, they will find each other again.