MOHABBOT (/w a dash of morobbot) FIC RECS 2 CHEER U UP <3
hello friends - I was creating a list of fics to cheer me up post-supriya news & thought someone might enjoy.
so for those newer to the fandom/who have more of a life than me & don't reload the tag on ao3 as often as I do/need reminders of some of the insanely gorg work in the fandom - some of my fav fics are listed below (tried to tag author tumblrs where I could locate!)
slow to slowish burn
THINK - FELLOWSHIP FIX-IT: give a little (get a little) by girlwritesthings
Words: 26,256 Status: Complete - one-shot
*priority no. 1 will make you happy*
THE BURN IS STILL SLOW BURNING - each month over Samira's residency: Shift change by mayaslib
Words: 133,371 Status: Incomplete: 28/
*if this isn't on your subscribed list - it's just getting to the good bit! get on it now for max joy*
JACK & SAMIRA FALL IN LOVE BY COLLECTING CANS: misprints by Likesummerrainn
Words: 15,661 Status: Complete - one-shot
*I feel like this is an undiscovered gem & it doesn't have the stats it should*
FAKE DATING - Jack is Samira's date to her cousin's wedding: a little sugar in my bowl, a little sweetness down in my soul by arcticmonks
Words: 20,800 Status: Complete 4/4
*classic trope in all the best ways*
SAMIRA FINDS HER NIGHT SHIFT FAM also ft a v sweet parkmira friendship: just about starving tonight by @lennyfromvinci
Words: 27,600 Status: Complete - one-shot
*I love this one for giving samira the friendship circle she needs, and jack is the joyful bonus*
YEARNING GALORE - samira thinks jack is married: guilty as sin? by @houseofstons
Words: 15,664 Status: Complete 2/2
JACK YEARNS FOR MANY CHAPTERS (or jack helps her with her research): Methods of Qualitative Research by @avengers-scientist
Words: 90,326 Status: Complete 20/20
h/c (tbh i feel like most mohabbot is h/c - jack & samira do tend to suffer)
JACK PUNCHES ROBBY: hope on this side of the grave again by @ofhouseadama
Words: 11,120 Status: Complete - one-shot
*catharsis*
JACK & SAMIRA HAVE A TOUGH SHIFT & HELP EACH OTHER THROUGH IT: silver and red by neonheartbeat
Words: 27,403 Status: Complete 6/6
*smut at the end is 10/10*
PARK MUGGING: in any life by Cristinuke
Words: 12,818 Status: Complete - oneshot
*classique h/c*
SHOT @ BY FIREWORKS, PTSD & SAMIRA LOOKS AFTER HER MAN: welcome to wherever you are by @ofhouseadama
Words: 19,860 Status: Complete 2/2
SICK FIC <3: close to you by sushiwriter
Words: 11,233 Status: Complete - one-shot
long-form smut
MOST OF US STARTED HERE, NO? Indulge me by HotelRaleigh
Words: 40,669 Status: Complete 5/5
CHEATING FIC UNIVERSE - LEGENDARY, DO NOT PASS GO
Words: 83,963 - 14 works
ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION FIC: the dreadful need in the devotee by @trophyhusbandism
Words: 18,851 Status: Complete - oneshot
*immediately go read everything by this author! - my personal other fave is the body hair/bush fic <3 *
Jack helps Samira out with an experiment (the virginity fic): body talks by @ofhouseadama
Words: 67,211 Status: Complete 13/13
ANGSTY SMUT - samira learns to accept a good thing: i'm not the kind of girl you undo by zaynfreakingmalik
Words: 24,929 Status: Complete 4/4
SAMIRA HELPS JACK QUIT SMOKING: he looks like he works with his hands and smells like marlboro reds by zaynfreakingmalik
Words: 9,745 Status: Complete - one-shot
SAMIRA ASKS JACK TO BE A LIL MEAN: give it to you like you need it by sugarcoatedtulip
Words: 6,102 Status: Complete - one-shot
SAMIRA MOVES IN NEXT DOOR: do it yourself by DrOdyssey (TheLadyVanishes)
Words: 11,890 Status: Complete - one-shot
*not to be confused with the other fabulous neighbours fic which is still ongoing here: proximate by mxywatches - currently 43,836
WEED SMUT: smoke, ash, fire by sushiwriter
Words: 13,057 Status: Complete - one-shot
TENNIS AU: Unravel Me by theebigbarda
Words: 71,403 Status: Incomplete 9/10 chapters
*maybe one of my fav fics ever. It's such a comfort read yet theebigbard knows how to leave you hanging at the end of every chap*
ARMY AU: good men die too (so i'd rather be with you) by stargirltv
Words: 40,595 Status: Complete 2/2
*possible this may have slipped past a few people earlier this year - such an insanely good fic where samira is stationed with jack for a period*
SUMMER VACATION - JACK IS HER BEST FRIEND'S (TRINITY'S) FATHER FIGURE: give a little, get a little (maybe we could get to know each other) by @cakesunflower
Words: 62,988 Status: Complete 10/10
KNIGHT x PRINCESS AU: nothing so royal as truth by somanyfeelings
Words: 32,819 Status: Complete 2/2
ONE NIGHT STAND TURNS INTO A BABY: and flowers, stronger than cement by @tellingoldstories
Words: 18,655 Status: Complete 4/4
*adore adore adore this & everything @tellingoldstories posts into the world*
short fluff
THE TIKTOK STREET FIC: excuse me, are you two a couple? by flowersinapril
Words: 1,693 Status: Complete - one-shot
BABY ZIYA -SAMIRA DOES SOCCER PICK-UP: sweet chin music by @etheriumwrites
Words: 2,092 Status: Complete - one-shot
JACK GETS DRUNK AND CALLS SAMIRA TO CONFESS: I Wanna Kiss You Standing Up by AnyoftheKates
Words: 3,180 Status: Complete - one-shot
Other long fics I love
BEACH FIC <3: daylight licked me into shape by @samiratology
Words: 20,118 Status: Complete 2/2
*if you need an instant ray of sun into your life*
5 x New Years Eves: Nothing Else I Could Do by @darlingsdarling
Words: 15,073 Status: Complete - one-shot
THE BABY FIC: Grace by @goldenshores0
*I feel like everyone has read this but sometimes nothing hits better than the vision of jack & samira going through pregnancy locked in & obsessed with each other*
5 x JACK WANTS TO BE A FATHER: don't worry, baby by @samiratology
BLIND DATE MISHAP: A More Fascinating Name by AnyoftheKates
Words: 16,580 Status: Complete 2/2
THEY FINALLY FUCK & SAMIRA'S MUM SHOWS UP FOR THE MORNING AFTER: my kind companion by @cakesunflower
SAMIRA ASKS JACK TO TEACH HER TO DO A CRIKE BLINDFOLDED: so let me see those hands by morphosyntactic
Words: 8,611 Status: Complete - one-shot
SUGAR DADDY FIC: a leg over is a leg up by @banthacakes
Words: 14,620 Status: Complete - one-shot
SITUATIONSHIP FIC / CAUGHT BY DRONE SHOT @ ROBBY'S WEDDING: Icarus (or, The Other Ways We Fall) by @dazzlingsuns
Words: 6,699 Status: Complete - one-shot
THE OG CHEATING FIC ft a blow up paddle pool: touch tank by DrOdyssey (TheLadyVanishes)
Words: 6,548 Status: Complete - one-shot
AIRPORT FLIGHT DELAY - home is wherever i'm with you by @cakesunflower
Words: 16,217 Status: Complete - one-shot
Bonus - morobbot (underrated throuple with some of the best work in the fandom imo)
1. PLANE CRASH FIC - if you haven't read it, stop everything & block out some time for this to change your life - 86 Days, 87 Nights (orphaned work)
Words: 24,335 Status: Complete - one-shot
2. Everything by ao3 user tradingsunset / @durindaina --> see my previous rec post here. Most recent morobbot: just ask (sweet disposition) Words 19,288
3. MOHABBOT BUT ROBBY IS JUST LOOKING OUT FOR HIS FRIEND JACK (and samira finds out about med school rabbot): how lucky we are by @kcrlfs
Words: 17,362 Status: Complete - one-shot
I'm of a bit of a pitt fandom lurker - i try to show my appreciation in fic comments for everything I read as ao3 user alibrandi :) - may come back & add to the above when I get more time.
i was stalking the comment section of blindspot and saw you said you might write a follow up? please tell me more!
Omg!!!! I wish I had more to tell hahaha. Right now, there's nothing concrete in the works! I do really love Mohabbot in the Blindspot-verse and I'd definitely consider revisiting it at some point. I admittedly think the ending is semi-open, but that said, I did intend for the fic to stand on it's own two feet. If I were to write more, I would want to have something meaningful to add or something new to explore if that makes sense? But thank you so much for reading <333
No offence but I kinda feel like a digital reproduction of Rothko, kinda underlines how much art is an experience that requires your physical presence in the room, where it can draw you in and envelop you. Digital reproduction in such cases is good for introduction and archival, but it is severely limited in how much it dissociates you from the power of sharing physical space with on object of art.
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I can’t sleep right now and it’s all your fault Lara because I can’t stop thinking about Blindspot. You are one of my all time Samira/Mohabbot writers and i was so thrilled to see your name in the tag after so long! Welcome back!
Oh my gosh hiiiiii!!!!!! I’m so sorry for disturbing your sleep but also so honored by this message. I’m so glad you enjoyed Blindspot because I really loved writing it! The mohabbot community is so so insanely talented and l just feel honored to be a little, tiny part of it!
I’ve definitely been gone from writing full-length fanfic longer than I would have liked, but first year associate life is brutal and its been hard trying to find time to write (most days I’m working 9am to well past midnight and I’ve worked most weekends too). That said, it’s lovely comments like this that give me motivation to keep putting out new works ❤️
I also am always down to take Mohabbot blurb prompts which are a little easier to write when I just have a few hours here or there (I may not always get to all of them but I do very much enjoy fulfilling them when I can)!
Samira Mohan is a devotional creature. She knows her animal, more than most people do. But knowing, alone, is so rarely enough.
The thing about being single-minded, is that it leaves room for several blindspots. And what is a blindspot, if not fertile ground for chaos to bloom?
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Samira overhears a conversation not meant for her ears. A spiral ensues.
an apple a day // a #mohabbotmonday blurb (cross-posted from twitter)
“You know, Samira, I really do think there’s a joke somewhere here,” Jack says as he watches her file through the fruit bowl at the center of the breakroom table.
“Why do they only ever have red ones?” Samira mutters, visibly displeased.
“Because the green ones do, in fact, keep the doctors away. We wouldn’t want that in an ER of all places.” Jack supplies dryly, folding his arms across his chest. “Found it.”
She bares her pearly whites in response. It hangs on her lips half-reluctantly bemused, half-wholly unimpressed. Noticeably pretty, nonetheless.
“Don’t quit your day job,” she advises before sinking her teeth into the red flesh of the apple. She chews twice and he’s mesmerized following the motion of her swallow. “Comedy’s not quite your thing.”
“Yeah?” he says, because he’s deep in the flow of it now, “I guess it’s a good thing I work nights, then.”
She scoffs, seemingly admitting defeat on two fronts. “Here.” She walks over to him, presses the half-bitten apple into his palm– another quiet intimacy that feels increasingly common between them. “All yours. Too sweet for me.”
“You’re lucky I like sweet,” he smirks and bites right where her teeth left off.
Jack is on good terms with plausible deniability. He’ll let the salt of seawater lick at his heels as he walks through the sand, perch himself at the edge of the rooftop just to feel the rush, but he’ll never dive into water, leap over the edge.
He finds reprieve at the cusp of danger, an odd sort of calm where others would only find chaos.
He thinks it’s probably why he finds reprieve in her.
And the thing is, Samira’s really not dangerous. Certainly, not in the traditional sense. She is level-headed, kind-hearted, and bright-minded. She’s determined and inquisitive. Her patients feel safe in her capable hands, as they rightly should. And yet–
Jack gets that very same feeling when she smiles. That bone-white, delicious, perilous lurch in his gut. The flutter before the fall.
It was much easier when he was certain she had no idea the effect she had upon him. When she was blissfully unaware of the things he would do for her (the way he wants her to his core). Because when he suspects she knows, or maybe that she’s always known, Jack’s not sure if he fears or yearns for her response. He’s normally a straight shooter, honest and communicative to a fault, but that is not a path he’ll go down with her, not when it’s littered with real consequences for her career and reputation.
So, they take the thornier route. The one with swells and curves and roundabouts that twist and writhe around the sinews of his heart. And fuck, if it isn’t scenic.
There’s something probably a little egregious about the way he lets himself indulge the precariousness, the murkiness of deniability. But hell, he’s starting to think she, too, likes it just the same.
Because she asks to finish his wine at the biannual happy hour and downs the red liquid before handing him back the empty plastic cup. Because she’s changed out of scrubs and into a thick sweater and slouchy denim jeans that look so perfectly lived in. Because her curls are spilling over the curve of her shoulder and he would quite like to follow the line with his tongue. Because she says, “Bye, Dr. Abbot,” so intentionally sugar-sweet, he plays it back again and again like the lyrics of his new favorite song.
Because some time past midnight, weeks later when she’s picked up a last minute night shift, he plucks the glossy red apple right out of her hand and replaces it with the bitter green one he knows she likes better.
Because he can still taste the lingering tartness when her tongue slips right past his own.
Because if there’s a joke there (and he’s sure a cleverer man could find it), frankly, he’s a little too preoccupied to care.
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wip game! (rule: share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of the word you’ve been given)
the lovely @tacticalcrickit tagged me with the word 'agar'! i'm tagging @flowersinaprils , @narsone, @houseofstons with the word 'star'!
a - mohabbot, one night stand fic
Against all odds, thinking had been kept to a bare minimum tonight as she clinked the neck of her beer bottle in a celebratory ‘cheers’ so many times she lost track somewhere around the sixth. Samira had protested quite vehemently when Princess insisted on dragging her to the dive bar at the end of the shift, but it felt good to mark the end of her residency somewhere other than the hospital break room or her couch.
It wasn’t as though there was a big crowd, just Robby, some residents, and a few nurses, for good measure. But for some inexplicable reason, sitting at the back table was Jack Abbot, too.
She hadn’t asked why he was there, just made the mental note that he was and moved on to ordering every type of french fry off the menu after Robby had tossed her his gold Amex and instructed her to order some stuff for the table.
Except it took exactly forty-seven minutes for the sweet potato fries to come out and only thirteen for her to finish her first beer. On an empty stomach, the alcohol ran right through her bloodstream, a happy buzz building in her bones.
After a full hour and half flew by without any sign of the truffle fries ever making it to their table, Robby clapped his hands together and called it a night with everyone waving off to their various cars, buses, and rideshares.
“No luck?” Jack had called out from where he leaned against the brick wall of the bar, arms folded across his chest. She was the last one standing by the curb, as her app reloaded for the fourth time, desperately searching for a new driver.
“No connection, I think,” she muttered, haphazardly.
“Try mine?” he offered, holding out his phone.
Samira had been about to reach for it when her phone vibrated in her hand. “All good,” she had smiled, looking over her shoulder, “Jana will be here in sixteen minutes.”
He nodded, but made no movement to leave.
“You really don’t have to wait,” she said.
He shrugged, “Don’t mind.”
Samira hadn’t argued, instead changing course, curiosity moving to the forefront of her mind, “So, how exactly did you end up here tonight?”
He laughed, his amusement scratching against her like sandpaper.
“Is that funny?” she asked, brow quirked like she’s missed the joke. He often looked at her like that, like he was privy to some secret she'd never know.
“No,” he shook his head, “No, I just don’t have a good answer.”
“And how exactly do you plan on getting home?”
He eyed her levelly, “I think that’s up to you, Samira.”
Samira Mohan made smart decisions.
Samira Mohan made good decisions.
Sitting in the backseat of the Uber, she repeats it to herself over and over until it becomes less like a mantra and more like a band-aid to patch over how keyed up she feels with Jack's hand resting on her upper thigh.
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g - mocollins, a fic that i've been dying to write but haven't been able to unravel in a way that's coherent
Generally, Samira wasn't like this. She chalk it up to the red wine in her system. Maybe the red of Heather's dress, the red on her lips.
“You don’t get to go there, Mohan. Not when you’ve got Abbot all longing and lovelorn,” Heather says, “He, like, love-loves you.”
Samira’s lips are moving in response but nothing is really coming out. She’s not sure what Heather’s expecting– a confession? Denial? All Samira manages is a weak, “Yeah.”
She feels herself wince reflexively at her coolness about the whole thing. It’s not that she doesn’t like Dr. Abbot. She does. He’s smart, savvy, and looks good covered in blood-strained scrubs. It’s just that it’ll never be casual between them. Not when he already so clearly adores her. And that’s the root of the problem, he’s already in so deep and Samira doesn’t really understand why, just that she is hard-wired in a way she needs to fight for that adoration, to claw for it.
Maybe one day she’ll be ready for easy, want it even. But she thinks that day is nowhere near.
That's the thing-- Abbot gives, Robby takes. But Heather? Heather knows exactly what she needs.
“Boys, so emotional, huh?” Heather grins and suddenly Samira is struck by the desire to kiss the red right off her lips.
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a - robbymira, i <3 the miserable sex to character study pipeline
And yes, fresh out of the icebox, the heart looks out of place, but in the palm of her hand, it feels so, so right. Samira can feel its determination: the throbbing, the beating, the pulsing for another hour, another day.
Robby guides her through the movements: right between the lungs, middle of the chest, then a little to the left. The new heart settles nicely behind the sternum slotting into the cavity where they both know grief resides.
For a moment, the muscle is entirely still and then, finally it contracts. Samira’s lips twitch, almost imperceptibly, but he catches it.
He always catches it. Catches her, like he knows what it feels like to free fall. Like he hates the feeling as much as he hates her for daring to fly.
Robby takes her home that night, like he has no choice but to. Catches her again. And frankly, Samira should have known this is how it would go. If he was ever going to really see her, it would be on a high, not a low. (But what goes up...)
To his credit, he doesn’t try to say anything. He doesn’t need to. She witnesses the abject horror take hold when he rolls over sometime around noon, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, recognizing the shape of her eyes and curls. Like he'd been expecting someone else in her place. By the time the horror morphs into guilt and self-hatred, Samira’s already half-dressed.
She sort of has to laugh at the look he gives her when she leaves. Like he's a teenager that's been caught jerking off. Because that's what the sex was, wasn't? Mastabutory. Like he could fuck the worst parts of himself out of her.
Her memories of the night are tangled, out of order, askew but she's filed away enough to know she's cracked him wide open. In fact, Samira thinks she doesn’t even need him to like her anymore. Bearing witness to his want, alone, was enough to satisfy her ego.
He may still have his casual cruelty and his harsh quips, but he cannot undo the way her tongue slipped against his neck, the way his lips suckled her ear, the way her teeth grazed his temple. She still has the heat that lingers from when their hands were so entangled, they couldn't tell which fingers were whose.
Besides, Samira thinks, what is regret, if not an aphrodisiac?
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r - mohabbot, reality tv au that will probably never see the light of day
Really, it was Samira’s fault for opening her LinkedIn. For answering the message from Gloria. For agreeing to send in an audition tape. For actually sending said tape.
It wasn’t as though Samira believed she would actually get a callback, much less casted. It was just something for a bored med student to do on a whim. Except now she’s sitting in a dark holding room, waiting to walk on stage and for the first time, Samira Mohan wonders what the hell she’s gotten herself into.
When the live taping begins, the stage lights flash glaringly in her eyes, but even so, the host, Dana Evans, remains vision in blue.
Samira didn’t like to think herself a liar but she had certainly made a habit of it. She lied to her friends about having a good relationship with her mother, lied to her mother about her plans for the summer, and now was about to spend ninety days lying to fifteen other houseguests to try and win a half million dollars. She’s done the math and she’s not sure how much of dent it would make in her student loan balance, after taxes, but it’s certainly not money to scoff at.
And at worst? She’ll have a story to tell during resident interviews that isn't just my “my dad died.”
i always love your takes, lara! sorry people are being so stupid. i would love to hear your samira hcs!
Hi nonny! Omg thank you and thank you for asking <333! I'll drop a few thoughts below:
One of Samira's most interesting lines is when she's talking to Mel about her own "special sauce" and her first instinct is to respond that she's "pretty data driven." When you think about the fact that she also tells Trinity: "we don't bring our baggage to the job," I think it's a really interesting insight about how she sees herself, or rather how she wants to be seen?
Samira obviously knows her colleagues don't always think she's right for the ER (re: her awareness of the the slow-mo nickname, interactions with Robby ect.) so my HC is that part of her inclination towards data comes as a way of trying to control the narrative of how she's perceived in the hospital but also prove that she belongs there for herself. From her interactions with her patients, it's so clear Samira is 100% informed by her own personal experiences and she knows this, so I think Samira verbalizing this interest in data over personal experience to multiple people is her way legitimizing her instincts and reputation in a way that's tangible and potentially more "conventionally respectable" by people in the medical field.
To that end, I kind of love that the show lets her be hypocritical. Yes, she's a phenomenal advocate. Yes, she's incredibly empathetic. Yes, she catches what no one else does. But she also makes mistakes and emotion-based judgements! (See: her interactions with the drug seeking patient). So many people have written such GREAT takes on Samira and Robby being mirrors but I'm particularly compelled by the fact that they aren't just similarly flawed, but specifically hypocritical in the exact same ways. Where they differ is that Robby' hypocrisy seemed to be rooted in his blindspots/unawareness while Samira's tends comes from this deep-rooted place of experience that she can't quite control, despite desperately wanting to.
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