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You Can Read All My Scars - WIP Big Bang

Special Agent Trinity Santos has been an FBI agent for a month and she’s already screwed up. As a result, she’s assigned a new partner; Special Agent Samira Mohan. Mohan’s spent the last two years investigating cold case disappearances from one of the rural offices with seemingly little progress. When Santos arrives to assist with the case, she finds her intuition driven approach clashes with Mohan’s methodical one, and even worse, Santos realises the disappearances they’re investigating resemble the last time she saw her childhood best friend.

Multichapter - Mohantos

The Twelve Labours of Samira Mohan

The Twelve Labours of Hercules but Samira Mohan

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Michael Robinavitch character study

Unnamed Samira Mohan character study

[its-timego]

Imagine the surreal insanity of being Irina Petrova and just hanging out having a hobby that you're very intense about and then you notice something weird and then all at once your name is one of the most uttered in history, by total accident. In the movie universe they describe her as a "radio telescope enthusiast" she does not even do this professionally. And suddenly everything is Petrova line, Petrova frequency, Petrova wavelength, Petrovascope, Petrova Task Force, Petrova problem. And you're like man. I have a day job.

[tankbyseatbelts]

meanwhile, in another universe...

dr. baran al-hashimi & dr. heather collins, digital painting, july 2026

[mxpvtrx]

Some Mellis fanart, because I love them <3

If we don't see more of these two in season 3, I might RIOT!!

[yuripitt]

Thinking about how in 1x11 the daughter of the Hepitatis mom tells Mckay and Javadi that her mom was a drug user but quit the day she found out she was pregnant and Victoria tells her that "she sounds like a good mom" and Mckay smiles to herself AND THEN Mckay goes to the break room and tells Chloe that she is a damn good mom. Mckay tells her this after hearing Javadi call their patient a good mom!!!! She got that validation and reassurance from Victoria!!!!!

[catboy-steve]

rewatching s1 and i cant believe people hate trinity, she's literally so funny and sooo obviously trying to make friends but simply can not be vulnerable without immediately covering it up with a joke. trinity haters your days are numbered

[pommepony]

[samirasystole]

i miss them........ i will not forget about you my darling pitt women </3

[doctormohansamira]

Still can't believe Samira's cancelled research funding was just a throwaway line, mainly there to present her as a weak fellowship candidate, and not a major anchor of her story in a season when shit is going wrong for her for reasons totally outside her control.

[may12324]

Dyke Knights ⚔️

[tacitryn]

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Your partner came back from the dead after being missing for decades. Every one of their friends who they went with ended up dying a horrible death.

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.

Your name is Adrian, and you kind of wants to strangle this fucking fish, statement.

[mikkeneko]

[cheekylittlelezzer]

i love awkward motherly boss baran, and i LOVE trinity being really bad at hiding her crush on awkward motherly boss baran.

imagine trinity and baran in the break room together while trinity eats her lunch and baran makes tea, making polite small talk, when baran’s face suddenly screws up into a confused little pout. it’s adorable, and trinity flushes, shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot. maybe they’ve been talking about nicknames, before this.

‘i confess…. i’m not the biggest fan of ‘dr. al’ as a nickname.’

‘oh,’ trinity says, thinking. she registers the discomfort on baran’s face. ‘uh— would you rather we used your full name? dr. al-hashimi?’ she hopes her nonchalance isn’t as put-on as it feels.

baran purses her lips, thinking. ‘i would, but i also understand that it’s a long name, especially when we so often have to speak quickly.’

she puts the strainer into her tea, and continues to speak. ‘a lot of people have nicknames here. i just… dislike this one.’

trinity’s face heats. why is baran thinking out loud to her like this?

‘perhaps it would be better if you called me baran.’ she looks deeply into trinity’s eyes as she says this, and trinity’s flush deepens, prickling down her neck.

baran. she’s too scared to test the syllables in her mouth, it’s somehow so intimate—

‘uh, sure, i can do that.’

baran smiles, pleased, but then turns her head, laughs a little self-deprecatingly. ‘i tried to insist on being called baran by robby on my first day, but… he wasn’t…. very receptive.’ she seems to taper off, brow furrowing in what trinity thinks might be confusion, or maybe sadness.

‘oh.’

‘maybe people decided to follow his lead. dr. al seemed to stick, after that.’

‘right.’

trinity tries to think of something helpful to say. the silence stretches, baran stirring her tea and thankfully still appearing to be lost in thought. trinity counts the seconds, and then speaks.

‘maybe… you should try again? i mean, with him gone… people wouldn’t… y’know.’ she fumbles with her words. ‘people might be cool with that, you know.’

baran seems to consider that, then nods. she turns her gaze back to her, smiling. ‘that might be a good idea. thank you, doctor santos.’

trinity catches that, the power imbalance of it. ‘uh— trinity. if i’m calling you by your first name, you should call me by mine.’ she smiles, hopefully not too awkwardly. ‘only fair.’

baran’s smile deepens. she nods. ‘alright. thank you, trinity.’

‘no problem.’

baran strides out of the room, the flask of tea made, and trinity is left with a warm feeling in her stomach. it feels good, to be liked by baran. she’d worried, at the beginning, that baran disliked her. but it feels like they’re on a good footing now.

the next time trinity approaches her, needing help with a patient, she nearly forgets, the honorific slipping out of her mouth before she can register it.

‘doctor— i mean, um, baran?’

baran turns, smiling slightly, a pleased glint in her eye. ‘yes?’

trinity’s face grows hot. ‘um— could i pull you for a consult? shoulder dislocation in south 18, uh— but i’m having a bit of trouble settling the patient.’

‘of course.’

settling the patient essentially involves baran using her mom voice and sticking a lollipop in the kid’s mouth, much to trinity’s frustration. why can’t she be good with kids? if that was all it took to settle a rowdy fourteen-year-old, she could have quietened him down enough to properly set the bone ages ago.

as baran finishes up in the room, she pats trinity’s arm, leans down a little to speak in her ear.

‘thank you, trinity. i’ll see you later.’

she smiles and walks away, leaving trinity a flushed mess in front of the now very dazed fourteen year old.

‘she likes you,’ he says, garbled around his lollipop.

trinity has half a mind to obey her immediate knee-jerk reaction, to tell him to shut up. who gets a lollipop at the doctor’s anyway? he’s too old to really get the pedes treatment, she thinks, irritatedly.

she just huffs, smiling tightly. ‘she likes everyone.’

but her stomach churns, a little, as she goes to finish typing up her notes. he smirks. what a little shit, she thinks, and then thinks, oh god. not again.

[eldritchbuddy]

all i do is win

[sephynne]

AN OLDER VERSION OF ME, IS SHE PERVERTED LIKE ME?

[softandsentimental]

no one dies from love!

pitt yuri week day 1: busy night

(title from 'no one dies from love' by tove lo)

“Please,” Samira begs as Raya just keeps wailing, feeling on the edge of tears herself. “Please, sweetheart, don’t cry. Mama’s right here.”

But Raya just sobs harder, snot and tears dripping down her face even as Samira tries bouncing her in the way that usually helps soothe her. She feels helpless and tired and like she might just smash something to bits if she has to hear incessant crying for even a minute longer, a feeling that scares her more than anything ever has. 

It’s not like she’s never seen an ear infection before, but not being able to help her daughter hurts too much to bear. She’d been home alone with Raya ever since she’d been awoken at 7AM by the sound of Raya whining for her from her crib, and it had barely stopped all day. For nearly twelve hours, she’d done nothing but pace their apartment and dose out children's Tylenol and attempt to get work done while Raya slept, but the peace only ever lasted fifteen minutes at a time before Raya woke up in pain again and wanted to be held. 

Emery will be home soon, she reminds herself, trying to suck in deep breaths and squash the panic rising to the surface. So soon.

As she’s still pacing and bouncing Raya in her arms ten minutes later, a lock clicks and the front door opens to reveal Emery, still in her scrubs and tight bun. She’s barely stepped inside and shut the door behind her when Raya’s shoved into her arms, still wailing and trying to grab at her.

“I can’t,” Samira chokes out as she beelines for the bathroom, leaving Emery standing there utterly confused as to what she’s just walked into. 

But her problem-solving instinct kicks in and then she’s moving, shifting Raya in her arms and heading for the kitchen to check the whiteboard on the fridge to see when her last dose had been – they’d adopted the habit just a few months ago, realizing it would be easier in the event they couldn't reach each other — and gets the next dose into Raya with minimal success, the feat made no easier with how Raya’s clutching at her scrubs and whimpering into her shoulder, rendering her practically single-armed against a stubborn toddler. 

“I know, darling,” she murmurs, trying to get a look at Raya’s face as they head down the hall to start bedtime. “Ear infections suck, don’t they?”

Raya just sniffles and curls closer into her, and Emery's heart melts. Oh, how she wishes she could just wave a magic wand and make everything better, but she can't and she hates it. She’s got a sick toddler and an upset wife and she can’t even split herself in half to avoid having to choose. So as much as she wants to run to her wife, she knows Samira would want her to put Raya first, and so she does.

Ten minutes later, Raya’s half-asleep in her crib and Emery’s tip-toeing out of the room, gently shutting the door behind her. She can only assume Samira’s still in the bathroom, so she heads towards it, knocking once on the door before slowly pushing it open. 

“Mira?”

She finds Samira sitting in the tub, legs pulled up to her chest and face buried against them as she shakes with sobs. They don’t slow even when Emery walks in, instead leaving her body in choked noises as her shoulders shake harder.

“Oh, honey,” Emery murmurs as she kneels next to the tub, slowly lifting a hand to place it on Samira’s back. “I’m here. Breathe.”

Samira finally lifts her head, teary eyed and looking so worn-out that it physically hurts Emery to see her wife like that. “I can’t,” she chokes out. “I can’t, I’m sorry, this was a bad idea -”

“Hey,” Emery says firmly, cupping Samira's face with both hands. “Listen to me. Just breathe, okay. That’s it. In and out, Mira.”

She watches Samira’s shoulders slowly stop shaking, waits until her breathing is more controlled and less wheezing to speak again. “Better?”

Samira nods, still looking so tiny and vulnerable curled up in the tub that it makes Emery's heart squeeze with protectiveness. She has no idea what’s happened but regardless, she just wants to fix everything and take Samira’s pain away. She wants to see her wife smile again, hates seeing her upset and drawn-in like this. 

“Okay,” Emery says, standing up and holding a hand out to Samira. “How about we get you out of the tub and into bed?”

Samira silently takes the offered hand and stands up, reaching out for Emery's other hand when she wobbles slightly. Emery keeps a hand tightly wrapped around Samira’s the whole way to the bedroom, even as they climb into bed and under the covers. 

By force of habit, Samira’s head tips over onto Emery's shoulder, curling into the arm that reflexively wraps around her. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

Samira nods, but she’s silent for a moment as she turns onto her side to toss a leg over Emery's and cuddle closer. “She wouldn’t stop crying, Em.” Her voice cracks on the last word. “I barely slept last night and I’m so behind on work and I feel like a shitty parent because I just wanted more than fifteen minutes of silence but she wouldn’t stop and I -” a fresh sob tears out of her, and Emery can feel her heart breaking all over again. “I’m tired and I hate that I can’t do anything to make her feel better.”

“Honey,” Emery can only murmur as she presses her lips to the top of Samira's head as she thinks, trying to put everything she’s feeling at the pain in Samira's voice into words. “Oh, sweet girl, I’m sorry I wasn’t here. It sounds like you’ve had an awful day.”

“Yeah,” Samira sniffles. “It’s not your fault, Em, I’m just - I don’t know, mad that I couldn't handle this.”

“I know,” Emery says, because that’s all she can manage through the tears threatening to spill out. “And I know you already know this, but I’m always a phone call away, yeah? Nothing’s more important than you two.”

“Yeah,” Samira whispers. “I know I should’ve called today but I was scared and tired and I wasn’t thinking and -”

“It’s okay,” Emery soothes, turning onto her side and wrapping her other arm around Samira. “It’s all going to be okay. I got you, always.”

Samira lifts her head to kiss Emery’s cheek. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, sweet girl. More than you know.”

[roguebots]

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