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She/ her Mohabbot | Fanfic Writer @Goldenshores

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Mohabbot Blurb | Voicemails Part II

Voicemail

September 6, 6:39 AM

“Hey. It’s Samira. I got your voicemail, obviously.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for calling and checking in on me after yesterday. I think I really needed that.”

“I’m trying not to think about it, but it’s hard not to. I know you’re going to tell me I did everything I could. You’re probably right. There were a lot of people we were able to save. Still, it just really fucking sucks.”

“Anyway… thank you. Really. I might take you up on the whole talking thing.”

“I guess I’ll see you during shift change.”

July 8, 8:18 PM

“Hi, I got your recommendation letter.”

“I’ve read it twice now, which is probably embarrassing to admit, but… you wrote some really nice things about me.”

“I tend to doubt myself a lot. I know I’m good at what I do. Or, at least, I’m getting there. But there are still plenty of days where I question my abilities.”

“I guess I just wanted to say thank you. Not just for writing it, but for believing in me.”

“It meant a lot. More than I can probably explain without making this even more awkward.”

“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.”

February 20, 9:42 PM

“I know it’s late. I just got home.”

“I went out with Cassie on a double date tonight. It was her idea. The guy was nice. He was funny too, but I just… don’t think it’s going to go anywhere.”

“I think Cassie was hoping it would. She seems to think I need to get laid.”

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. That was so inappropriate. I’m sorry.”

“Um… the date was fine. I just kept thinking I’d rather be somewhere else, which probably tells me everything I need to know.”

“Okay, that’s enough about my extremely uninteresting love life.”

“I got the article you sent me, by the way. I’m going to read it now. I have my pen and my highlighter ready. I’ll let you know what I think.”

“Goodnight, Jack.”

June 21, 9:04 AM

“I got the attending position at Presby!”

“I honestly can’t believe it. I’ve been staring at the email for the last five minutes because I keep thinking there has to be some kind of mistake."

“I should probably be calling my Amma right now. But… I don’t know. It just felt right to call you first.”

“I really don’t think I’d be here without all of your support. I just wanted you to be one of the first people to hear the news.”

“Okay. I’m going to call my Amma now. Bye.”

August 3, 7:24 PM

“I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee sometime.”

“We could talk about that article I sent you the other week, or we don’t even have to talk about medicine. We could just catch up.”

“I’d like to hear how things are at PTMC. I miss everyone.”

“I know it has only been a few months since I left, but it’s weird not being there. I guess I miss it more than I thought I would. Don’t get me wrong, I love Presby. Everyone there is amazing, but it’s just different.”

“And I think I miss talking to you.”

“Not that we don’t still talk. I just mean… actually talking. In person.”

“It would be nice to see you. I know finding time is hard with our opposite schedules, but if you’re free sometime, let me know.”

“I started going to this coffee shop that’s a block from the hospital and it has the best matcha. They also have really good pastries too. I think you’d like it.”

“Just let me know. No pressure.”

October 25, 7:08 AM

“I was hoping to sleep in since I’m actually off today, but apparently my body has decided that five-thirty in the morning is a perfectly reasonable time to start the day.”

“The bed is very lonely without you, just so you know.”

“Also, if you’re stopping for coffee on the way home, can you please get me a strawberry matcha?”

“I really want to go to the farmers market today, too. I’ve been meaning to go for weeks, and today is actually perfect because neither of us has anywhere we have to be.”

“We should definitely stop somewhere for breakfast too.”

“And maybe we can come home and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.”

“Okay. I’ll see you when you get home. Hurry up, though.”

“I love you.”

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Summary: Hawkeye had a habit of waiting up for Jack after his shifts. Whether dogs understood time or not, Jack wasn’t sure. What he did know was that, almost without fail, the moment he pulled into the driveway or arrived at his sister’s raised ranch to pick him up, he would already be up and waiting. Usually, he’d be sitting by the front door with his favorite stuffed swan clamped between his teeth.

Over the past two weeks, though, he’d stopped greeting Jack at the door. It had nothing to do with old age and everything to do with the twenty-four-year-old med student currently being used as a pillow.

Or med student Samira dogsitting au

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Mohabbot Blurb | Birthmarks

When Jack was nine, he first heard the folklore about birthmarks.

He noticed a spot on the inside of his mom’s forearm as she reached across him to switch off the lamp on his nightstand. It stood out against her ivory skin. No bigger than the size of a dime. He touched it with the pad of his finger. “Mom, where’d you get this?”

Her gaze dropped to it. “That’s just a birthmark, Jackie. Did you know some people believe birthmarks come from another life?” He listened, fascinated, as she explained that they were believed to be wounds carried over from a previous life, hinting at how a person might have died.

Jack started inspecting his own arms, searching for something he’d somehow never noticed. “How would you know exactly what happened?” he asked.

She ran a hand through his curls and kissed his forehead. “You never quite know for sure, but maybe you can figure it out someday.”

When Jack was twenty-six, he learned that not every mark stayed where it started.

The IED that took his right leg happened fast. One second he was moving with his unit. Then the next, he was on the ground with blood pooling beneath him.

Through the pain, one absurd thought rose above the rest. A birthmark had been on that leg. Even as medics worked to save him, he couldn’t stop wondering what happened to a mark that was no longer attached to him. The scar that replaced it was bigger. It became a reminder of what he’d lost and what he’d survived.

Years later, Jack found that some marks didn’t disappear. Some just became harder to see.

Working nights in the ER wasn’t enough for Jack. Whenever his schedule allowed it, he volunteered as a field medic with SWAT. Apparently a group of people had decided the Fourth of July was the perfect day to rob a warehouse. It hadn’t gone according to plan. One of the officers went down. Jack intubated him on the pavement and rode with him to the hospital.

Only after the officer was stable did Jack notice the pain radiating in his shoulder. A bullet had grazed his vest, leaving behind a welt. It hadn’t penetrated his skin, but it was in the exact spot where a tiny birthmark had once been.

He sat in an empty exam room trying to clean the wound himself, which was a lost cause. The girth of his bicep made it hard to reach back. Samira found him before he could finish. She fixed him up a lot better than he would have managed on his own. Probably even better than any other person in the entire hospital.

Jack never told her about the birthmark.

Almost a year later, he found Samira on the roof at the end of her last shift as a resident. She stood near the metal railing, still in her scrubs. Jack walked over and stopped beside her.

“You’re really leaving us,” he spoke.

Samira smiled as she looked out over the ambulance bay. “You say that like California is another planet.”

“Feels like it.” It was still the opposite side of the country. Three hours behind Pittsburgh. A five and a half hour plane ride.

“Is it bad to say that I don’t want you to go?” he asked. The words surprised him because he had spent years swallowing every version of them. He blamed the rules. She was a resident and he was an attending. That was the reason he gave himself. The truth was harder to admit. He was afraid of wanting something he might lose.

“Jack…”

He broke eye contact first. He had faced so many things that should have scared him more than this. “I’m just really proud of you, Samira. You should be too.”

The words were true, but they weren’t the ones he wanted to say. They both knew what tomorrow meant. She was going to California. He was staying in Pittsburgh. There were too many reasons this was complicated and not enough reasons why it should work.

“Tell me I’m not the only one who feels this,” she whispered. It came out as a plea.

He should’ve put more space between them, but he found himself stepping closer.

The kiss was everything. It was years of unspoken words finally finding somewhere to go, every glance they had ignored and every feeling they had pushed aside catching up with them.

The taste of the spearmint gum she was chewing on earlier coated his tongue. One taste would never suffice. He wanted more. He wanted to drown in her.

Her hand curled into the fabric of his scrub top, and for a brief moment Jack let himself believe there was a version of this where she stayed, where timing wasn’t cruel and distance wasn’t waiting for them. Then she pulled away.

“I have to go,” she croaked.

“I know. Trust me, I know.” That was the hardest part. The stars were never aligned for them. They were simply two people who had found each other at the wrong time.

“Do you think in another life, things would be different?” She asked.

“I don’t know, but I’d like to think so.”

She wiped the tears away from her cheek. “I should probably get going.”

Jack nodded because he knew she was right. He was almost certain she was it for him. The person he had been waiting for. Now, after finally admitting it to himself, all he could do was let her leave. “Don’t be a stranger.”

The next morning after his shift, Jack stood in his bathroom, getting ready to hop in the shower. When he pulled his scrub top over his head, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror.

His eyes darted to the birthmark on his chest. It was sitting just above his heart.

Jack had spent so many years trying to figure out what his marks meant. The one on his leg disappeared with the part of him he lost. The one on his shoulder became a scar from a choice he made. He couldn’t figure this one out.

He pressed his fingers to it and wondered if the old stories had been right all along.

If that was true, maybe heartbreak had been the thing that took him in another life. The only question was whether it would take him in this one too.

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my final bellyache | E | 21k

#bratmirasummer for my fandom wife @goldenshores0 💛

friday fic post bc Samira has a date tonight :)

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#mohabbotmonday beach episode ⛱️

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Mohabbot Blurb | Splish Splash (rated E)

The water lapped at her breasts while Jack hooked her leg higher over his hip as he pistoned his cock in and out of her.

Samira’s back was pressed firmly against the pool’s tiled wall. She whimpered at the stretch of him filling her. He was so big. So thick.

“You sure this is okay?” Samira managed to murmur between breaths. “Robby’s pool…”

Jack chuckled. “You waited to ask that until I already had my cock inside you?” He thrust deeper, stealing another moan from her lips. “It’s fine, baby. Robby’s on a three month sabbatical. He won’t know. Besides, the Ring camera doesn’t even point this way.”

He never mentioned anything about Robby having a fucking Ring camera when he suggested a pool day this morning. She didn’t even have an opportunity to question him on it because his hand slid from her ass to her tits, his fingers fumbling at the knot of her bikini top. “Need this off,” he muttered, tugging until the fabric gave way. He dipped his head, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking hard.

“Fuck, Jack.” She arched into him, threading her fingers through his wet curly hair. “You’re so needy today.”

She should’ve known a quiet afternoon wasn’t in the cards. Jack had zero self-control. She’d barely gotten comfortable on one of Robby’s floats before he’d drifted over in his tube and wrapped a hand around her ankle, perfectly content to float beside her as long as some part of him was touching her.

Jack pulled back to look at her. “Can’t help it, honey. You drive me crazy.” He kissed her, sloppy and desperate, then nipped at her lower lip. “Love this pussy. Love being inside you.”

“Yeah?” she breathed, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Best feeling in the whole fuckin’ world.” His fingers found her clit, circling it. “Come for me. I wanna feel you.”

She clutched at his shoulder, digging her nails in. The sound of her cry was drowned out by the slap of the water. Jack followed a few seconds later, groaning as he spilled inside her.

They stayed tangled, panting, the float bumping against Samira’s arm. Then the back door swung open.

“You better hope that the sunscreen you packed is a spray one because I’m not rubbing lotion on your pasty ass. You’re gonna have to figure it out yourself,” Trinity warned Dennis.

Jack’s head snapped toward the sound of their voices. She didn’t even have time to process what was happening. “Shit,” Jack cursed as he tucked himself back into his swim trunks and disappeared under the water.

Samira frantically reached for her bikini top, her fingers scrambling to find the loose strings behind her back. The last thing she needed was to flash her coworkers.

Trinity and Dennis came to a halting stop at the edge of the patio.

“Hi,” Samira croaked, offering a smile that felt painfully unconvincing. “I... didn’t realize anyone else was coming over. I was just... using Robby’s pool.”

“We can see that.”

Before she could come up with a better explanation, the water behind her rippled. Without revealing the rest of himself, Jack’s fingers found the strings of her bikini top and tied them into a double knot.

Dennis stared blankly at the spot where Jack had re-vanished. “Was that Dr. Abbot?”

Samira glanced down at the water. How was he still holding his breath? It was kind of impressive.

Trinity couldn’t seem to keep her composure any longer. A wicked grin appeared on her face. “Does he think we can’t see him or something?”

Jack finally abandoned his hiding spot, gasping for air as he resurfaced. His eyes moved from Dennis to Trinity, then landed on Samira.

“Right, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here,” he said, clearing his throat. “I came by to water Robby’s plants. Then I saw Dr. Mohan using the pool and figured I’d join her and cool off a bit.”

“You really think we’re buying a single word of that? When exactly did you two become a thing?” Trinity asked.

There was really no point in hiding it anymore. “A few months ago.”

“Wow. That’s… great. Don't worry. We won’t say anything,” Dennis assured them.

Trinity shot him a look. “I never promised that. I’ve gotta hand it to you, Abbot. I didn’t know you had game.”

Jack let out a laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should. Anyway, we’ll give you two lovebirds a couple of minutes to... get yourselves together. We’ll be inside raiding Robby’s fridge.”

Samira watched Dennis and Trinity disappear around the corner before finally letting her shoulders drop.

“Well, that’s one way for people to find out we’re dating,” Jack murmured.

“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be incredibly smart, you are very unsmooth. What was with you leaving me hung out to dry?”

“Sorry, sweetheart, I panicked.” He took a step closer, reaching for her waist before leaning in as though the last five minutes hadn’t happened.

Samira placed two fingers against his chest, stopping him just short of her lips. “Jack. We have an audience.”

“They already know… but okay. I guess I should actually water Robby’s plants now.”

“Wait, you actually have to water Robby’s plants?”

He nodded. “Yep. Besides, I think it’s the least I could do after fucking my gorgeous and intelligent girlfriend in his pool.”

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Summary: Jack leaned back into the driver's seat, looking far too pleased with himself. “Careful, Mohan. Keep complimenting me like that and I might start thinking you like me.”

“Don't push it.”

His smile only widened as he started the car. “You’ll see. You’re gonna fall in love with me soon enough.”

Or same age med students au

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you are such an amazing writer and world builder its incredible

Omg, you’re going to make me cry!!!! Thank you so much! This made my whole day. I love writing Mohabbot. They make me so happy. It truly means so much that you enjoy my work 💛

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Mohabbot Blurb | ADA Compliant (rated E)

To the lovely @toosweetforanyone

Jack should've known that agreeing to be Samira's wedding date was going to complicate things.

She'd first mentioned it a little over a month ago, over takeout at her place. Her cousin, Avira, was getting married in New Jersey, and Samira’s mom had been pestering her to accept the invitation. Samira told him she’d been reluctant to accept, mostly because she knew her aunties would spend the entire weekend asking her why she was still single. Offering to do her a solid and be her date felt like a no-brainer. They were good friends after all. In fact, they were closer now than they were when they worked at the same hospital. Besides, he had the PTO.

The hotel lobby was packed with guests when they finally arrived after their six and a half hour car ride. Jack was pulling up the reservation on his phone as Samira slid her ID across the front desk. “The reservation should be under Samira Mohan.”

The receptionist gave them an apologetic smile. “There seems to be an issue with your room. Unfortunately, there are no more accessible rooms available. What we can do is offer you a standard room instead.”

Jack was prepared to let it go. It was only two nights. He'd dealt with much worse. At least he packed his crutches with him. He probably should’ve brought his rollator too. All he really needed to do was figure out the shower situation.

“I understand that, but a standard room isn’t ADA compliant. We booked an accessible room for a reason. You can't replace an accessible room with a standard room and call it equivalent,” Samira explained.

“You should’ve called us. We should have been given the opportunity to make other arrangements. You can’t wait until a guest arrives and expect them to simply accept whatever room you have left.”

“Again, I’m sorry. Let me see what I can do.”

Jack felt a flutter in his chest as he watched Samira. The reasons he'd once had for keeping his distance were gone. She wasn't a resident anymore. There was no power imbalance to hide behind. Now, the only thing he stood to lose was the person he wanted most.

The receptionist typed for several minutes. “Okay. We have one accessible room available. It's a king instead of the double queens you reserved, but it is ADA compliant.”

“That works,” Samira told her.

The worker’s shoulders relaxed. “I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. Here are your room keys. Please enjoy your stay.”

Once they were headed toward the elevators, Jack nudged her shoulder. “Thanks for back there.”

She shrugged it off as if it were no big deal, but to him it had meant everything. “You really don’t have to thank me. You’re the one doing me a favor by coming here in the first place.”

The elevator doors slid open for them to step inside. As Jack pressed their floor, the words finally caught up with him. “Wait, she said king.”

Samira didn’t appear bothered in the slightest. “Jack, we just spent over six hours trapped in a car together. I think we'll survive sharing a mattress for two nights.”

•••

The rehearsal dinner had been exactly as terrifying as Samira predicted. At least four different relatives had asked some variation of the same question throughout the night. When was he going to pop the question? It didn’t matter that Samira introduced him as a friend and not her boyfriend. It probably didn’t help that Samira had reached for his hand when they walked into the restaurant, and when she’d gone to the restroom, he’d ordered her a gin and tonic, her drink of choice.

They’d gotten back to the room forty minutes ago. Now Jack lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, while Samira rested beside him. “Jack?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

Samira rolled onto her side to face him. “Do you ever think about how weird this is? You know... us?”

Jack frowned. “Weird how?”

“When I left PMTC, I thought we'd see each other less. Now I see you all the time, which is kinda ironic. I don’t know. I just… I like that you’re here. I like being around you.”

“I like being around you too. You mean a lot to me, Samira.”

She reached for his hand underneath the sheets. “One of my aunties told me something tonight. She said you look at me the way my Appa looked at my Amma. I laughed it off, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.”

She squeezed his hand. “I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Jack.”

Jack was positive his heart stopped at that very moment. He didn't think. He simply reached out, his fingers sliding to her jaw. Then her mouth was on his.

The kiss started out slow until she parted her lips and he tasted her tongue. He knew right then and there that he’d never get enough of her. His hand slid into her curls. Then she made a sound that shot straight to his cock. “Jack. I want this. I want you.”

“Samira.” He pulled back an inch, his forehead against hers. “You sure? Because once we start…”

“I'm sure. I’m tired of waiting.” Her hand cupped him through his boxers. “Need you to fuck me.”

His lips were back on hers as he rolled her onto her back. He found the hem of her shirt and pushed it up over her head. Her bra followed, and then he was looking at her. She was breathtaking. An angel on earth. “So goddamn beautiful,” he told her, ducking his head to kiss her neck.

Samira’s fingers fisted into his curls, pulling on the strands. “More.”

“My eager girl,” he murmured. She arched her back as he took a dusty brown nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. When he slipped his hand into her shorts, his fingers met the damp cotton of her underwear. “Wet for me already, huh? You want this, baby?”

“So badly. Don’t make me wait.”

“Never.” He dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. After he started stripping off his own clothes, his body went still. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay. I have an IUD. Now stop making me wait.”

“We gotta learn to work on your patience. I want to take my time with you. Get you nice and ready for me,” he told her.

“I’m ready. I swear, Jack, if you don’t stick your dick inside me in the next minute, I’m gonna lose my shit. I’m gonna be a lot meaner than I was downstairs.” He didn’t doubt it for a second.

“Turn around then. I want to see you on your hands and knees for me.“

She moved onto all fours, her ass in the air. The sight of her like that made Jack’s mouth go dry. He moved behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. “Still gonna be mean? Or are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“I can be good.”

He pushed in, giving her time to adjust. She was tight. He moaned, his hands gripping her hips. “Look at you. Taking me so well. Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes. Harder,“ she gasped. “Please, Jack. Just fuck me harder.”

He obliged, his thrusts deepening. “Pretty girl. That’s it. Just like that.”

“Feels so fucking good, Jack. Please don’t stop.”

His fingers found her clit, and she cried out in pleasure. Her arms buckled. She had to drop onto her elbows. Jack didn't let up. He needed to give her exactly what she wanted.

Her hand flew back, gripping his thigh. She dug her nails into his skin. “I'm so close.”

“Then come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”

She came with a shuddering cry, her walls clamping down on him. He joined her after a few more strokes, burying himself deep.

Samira laughed as she collapsed into the mattress. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Jack gently pulled out. “Guess you needed the ADA room more than I did,” he teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him and lifted her arms up. “Can you carry me to the bathroom so that I can pee?”

He bent to put his prosthesis back on. Then he scooped her up into his arms, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Anything for you.”

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I just want to tell you the Grace universe series reignited my love for fanfiction and I’ve been in a rabbit hole ever since the first part came out 🩷

Omg, this makes me so happy!!!! I'm so glad this universe has played a part in reigniting your love for fanfiction! Writing about their little family brings me so much comfort and happiness! I hope to continue writing more of them! Thank you so much 💛

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Samira finding out jacks not wearing his wedding ring because one night she’s laying with her back on his chest holding his hand and his rings not on it. Now why would she not think it’s on the other one? Because the other one’s inside her and she loses it immediately after realizing she can’t feel it. I may be…. A genius

Mohabbot Blurb | Ring (rated M)

Samira knew Jack’s hands better than she knew her own.

There was a roughness to his palms that came from working with his hands. Calluses that never seemed to disappear. They'd held pressure over bleeding wounds, stitched skin back together, and made her feel alive when they were buried deep inside her.

Her fingers skimmed his forearm and over his knuckles. Then her thumb met only bare skin where his wedding band should’ve been. All she could feel was the ridge of his tendon and the dip between his ring and middle fingers.

For as long as she'd known Jack, he’d always worn that black band on his left ring finger. To her, it was just as permanent as the freckles dotted on the backs of his hands.

Its absence was deafening.

Samira tried to convince herself there had to be a reasonable explanation. He could’ve moved it onto his right hand, although it was unlikely. Jack had never worn it there before.

Besides, his ring finger, along with his middle finger, was moving inside her, searching for that spot that made her moan in pleasure. She couldn’t feel the ring pressing against her labia. There was no cool kiss of metal against her entrance.

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but her mind was making it one. That was how it always started. An anxious thought that grew and grew. She hadn't understood how quickly her thoughts could turn against her until Appa passed, when there were nights she lay awake, trapped inside her mind.

That part of her had always existed. The one that looked for warning signs before there was anything to fear. She told herself it was just how she stayed prepared. How she kept herself safe.

Right now her brain was writing the ending before Jack had even opened his mouth. It ran through every possible way this could go wrong. Him pulling away and admitting this had been a mistake. That he wasn’t ready and that he'd never be able to fully move on from Cara.

Samira wanted to sit up and create some distance while she still could so that if he left, it wouldn’t feel like he took a scalpel to her chest and carved out her heart. Before she could, he pulled her closer, his warm body pressing against her back. “I can feel your brain working from here. You wanna tell me what’s going on?” he murmured in her ear.

“I noticed your ring is off.” Her throat burned as the words left her mouth.

She felt his body go still. Jack withdrew his fingers, bringing his hand to rest on her hip. “I figured it was time to take it off.”

“Oh…” she paused, searching for the right words. “I don’t want you to think you had to do that. I know what she meant to you.”

“Samira, can you please look at me?”

She turned in his arms until she was facing him, though she wished she hadn’t. It was easier to look at his bare finger than his face. “I know losing someone doesn’t mean you stop loving them.”

“Good.”

Her eyebrows pulled together. “Good?”

“It’s good that you know that.”

Samira knew what it was like to lose someone you love. It had been seventeen years since her Appa passed, and not a day went by that she didn’t think about him. No matter how much time had passed, grief never disappeared. It was a constant she learned to live with.

She understood why Jack had kept wearing the ring for as long as he did. She had never wanted him to erase Cara for her. She would never ask him to pretend that part of his life hadn’t existed. The last thing she wanted was for him to end up resenting her for it.

“I'm serious, Jack.”

“I know you are,” he assured her.

“Then you understand why I’m asking.”

“I think you’re asking because you’re scared, even though you don’t have to be,” he told her, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers.

Jack was right. When she first started dating him, she had tried to convince herself she could handle this. She could handle knowing that a part of his heart would always belong to someone else.

“I didn’t ask you to take it off.” The words came out harsher than she’d intended.

Jack didn’t so much as flinch. “I know you didn’t.”

“I promise you. I never would have. You could’ve worn it for as long as you wanted to.”

“Samira, honey, I know. I didn’t take it off because I felt like I was being forced to. This was my own decision.”

“Then why?” she pleaded.

He reached for her hand and interlaced their fingers together. “Because I wanted to.”

Her eyes burned as tears threatened to leak. “But why, though?”

Jack stared at her, a grin forming on his face. “Because I love you, sweetheart.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: “If my sweetheart wants another baby…” He leaned down until his forehead rested against hers. “…then I’m going to do everything I can to help make that happen.”

Or Jack and Samira decide to try for baby number two after a much needed date night

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There’s only one bed trope but it’s Samira arguing with the front desk of the hotel bc the only room they were able to confirm for their stay wasn’t even ADA compliant and she doesn’t care about sharing a bed with Jack (even though he’s a nervous wreck about it) but she only cares about getting him the proper accommodations and all Jack can focus on is the fact that they really do need ADA compliant room bc he’s not sure she’ll be able to walk when he’s done with her 🤭

I love this so much!!!! You always have the best ideas! Jack finds it so hot that she's advocating for him. He's going to show her just how much he appreciates it later that night. I can imagine he's going to be carrying her into the bathroom. Maybe I'll make this my next mohabbt monday blurb 👀

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Mohabbot Blurb | Lemonade

The brutal summer heat seemed to finally make its way to Pittsburgh. Even with the AC running full blast and the ceiling fan going, there was no escape from it.

Samira had started her morning lounging by the pool in her new peach bikini. Now she was curled up on the couch with a book in her lap, one leg tucked underneath her. Cassie had recommended the spicy romance novel, which was a far cry from her usual JAMA articles. She had been stuck on the same page for nearly ten minutes.

It wasn’t the book’s fault. She kept getting distracted by Jack. Her gaze drifted toward the front window again, for what had to be the fifth or sixth time in the past five minutes. She simply couldn’t help it.

Jack was out on the mower, finally giving in to how overgrown the grass had gotten after insisting for days that it could wait. He guided it across the yard, leaving neat stripes behind him. His T-shirt was off, slung over one shoulder, sweat glistening across his chest. It caught in the silver and auburn threads of hair dusting his chest before disappearing beneath the waistband of his cargo shorts.

She watched him make another pass, one hand loose on the steering wheel while the other tapped against his thigh to the beat of whatever song was playing through his headphones. If she had to guess, it was probably some yacht rock one.

With a heavy sigh, she closed the book and finally gave up pretending. She padded into the kitchen, the cool hardwood a relief against her bare feet. The fridge door opened with a creak, and she reached for the pitcher of lemonade they’d made when they’d babysat his niece the other week. Jack had insisted they make it from scratch instead of using the Crystal Light packets in the cabinet, because, in his words, fresh always tasted better. She poured the lemonade and watched condensation start to form almost instantly along the sides.

Cradling the glass in her hand, she stepped out onto the front porch. Her body wasn’t ready for the twenty-degree difference. The air felt thick against her skin, hard to even breathe through.

The mower was already slowing to a stop. Jack glanced toward the porch and did a quick double take, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he pulled his Airpod out from his ear. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“You’ve been out here forever. Figured you’d be thirsty,” Samira told him, holding out the glass.

Jack's eyes dropped to it before returning to her face. "You worried about me?"

She rolled her eyes, though she couldn't quite hide her own smile. "I can’t have you passing out on me from heat exhaustion."

"Mm." He accepted the glass from her. "Thank you."

He tipped it back, and Samira watched his throat work as he drank. One long swallow turned into several, the ice clinking against the glass until nearly half of it was gone. A few droplets escaped the corner of his mouth, disappearing into his silver stubble.

Samira unconsciously reached up and wiped one away with the pad of her thumb.

Figuring her mission accomplished, she turned back toward the house. She had barely made it three steps before his voice carried after her. “Where’re you going?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Inside. It’s too hot out here.”

He set the half-empty glass into the cup holder, then patted his thigh. “C’mere.”

Samira shook her head, laughing. “What? No.”

“I’m serious. Come here.”

She reluctantly crossed the few feet between them. Jack shifted back in the seat to make room, one hand coming to her waist as she climbed up sideways onto his lap. She looped an arm around his shoulders to keep her balance. “There. Much better,” he said, sounding satisfied.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked, observing the new freckles forming on the bridge of his nose.

The question made him peer down at her. One hand stayed on the wheel while the other rested on her thigh. “It’s exactly what I wanted. I think it’s what you wanted too.”

Her brows lifted. “Oh, is that so?”

His mouth quirked. “You didn’t think I noticed you’ve been ogling me from the window all afternoon.”

“I…” she started.

He kissed her, cutting off whatever argument might have followed and leaving her with nothing but the taste of lemon on her lips.

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Summary:

Jack leaned back into the driver's seat, looking far too pleased with himself. “Careful, Mohan. Keep complimenting me like that and I might start thinking you like me.”

“Don't push it.”

His smile only widened as he started the car. “You’ll see. You’re gonna fall in love with me soon enough.”

Or same age med students au

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My TikTok has been plagued with pregnancy stuff and it’s probably from all the Mohabbot pregnancy stuff that I’ve been seeing and now I can’t stop thinking about Jack being so against getting a minivan for their family but Samira shows him that it’s not just for shuttling the kids from soccer practice and back (they literally fuck nasty in the back seat of their minivan during the only fifteen minutes of alone time they have in between work and school drop off)

What if I told you I’m currently working on something for the Grace universe right now and it’s very smutty 👀

I can totally see Jack fully embracing the minivan lifestyle. He’d geek out over all the different features. He and Samira definitely make great use of the space in the back

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succor me. | 32k words | rated E | 6/6

5 times they connect and 1 time she sabotages it

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