[houseofstons]

MOHABBOT MONDAY!!!!

hi guys I created #mohabbotmonday on twt and it was a really fun way to see the cool artists/writers/editors in the pitt fandom’s mohabbot work. I’m not over there anymore but will be participating here if anyone wants to join me :) just tag your work w #mohabbotmonday ! yay!

[gordisbilly]

Hey yall I think this is the first time I post but I have some mohabbot fanart!! I post on my insta a bit more so I wrote my user on it but yea I want to be more active on here

[houseofstons]

hi hi!! love your fics soooooo much…so this is totally random but I saw on twt you were watching indiana jones and now I can’t stop thinking about mohabbot au …. jack as the grizzled adventurer in that iconic fit and samira as a prodigy archaeologist … walk w me here ….

oh my god that’s really powerful….. samira by the book but becoming a rogue when they’re in danger…. both of them steadfast in their quests but gravitating towards each other…. this is delicious

[houseofstons]

hi mk! Kind of silly but do you have favorite Celsius flavors? Just got to the part of scratch the floors where poor sweet Victoria mentions them and thought, “I wonder how mk ranks them” and so here we are. And also which flavors you would associate with Victoria, Trinity, Samira, etc. your creativity and thoughtfulness is so special and I love everything you share with us!

omg I love this question HAHAH this just made my day.

my faves are peach vibe and tropical vibe! I have also been known to enjoy a fizz free mango green tea.

samira gives me kiwi guava or mango passionfruit…. Trinity classic sparking orange. And it’s kind of a cop out but I actually think Victoria is an alani nu girl (after my own heart) and loves a pink slush or a cherry twist. other random ones that come to mind- Parker is drinking a dragonfruit lime can, I think Langdon is dabbling in a dragonfruit lime PACKET. Heather loves a sparkling Fuji apple pear. Dennis drank a watermelon one once and his heart was beating so fast he’s sworn off of them forever. Princess is slamming oasis vibe.

[houseofstons]

lovinggggg scratch the floor this is right up my alley and such a wonderful treat to enjoy this weekend. maybe you know this and if so please feel free to disregard but one note about Irina’s surname is that traditionally in Russian that would be feminized. So if her father or husband was was Kamenev she would be Kameneva. Like lev kamenev/olga kameneva. And for actual dwts dancers pasha pashkov and his wife Daniella pashkova (and their daughter whose surname is pashkova). again please feel free to ignore but in case this is of interest!

I’m so glad you are enjoying it!! And I did not know that- thank you for the note and I’m gonna update her last name to be correct! I had no idea that traditionally Russian last names are feminized, but now that makes so much sense (idk how that didn’t click w Dani but probably because I only ever see her referred to as karagach)

Appreciate you reaching out so kindly :) ❤️

[houseofstons]

scratch the floors // a mohabbot dancing with the stars au 🪩

“would you consider yourself a dancer?”

“I took tap lessons when I was 7.”

“Right. Okay.”

I’m so excited to finally share my fic for @thepittbigbang with you all!! thank you thank you @eoland for the stunning companion art!!

READ ON AO3 • ART ON AO3 • SOUNDTRACK

[jack-abbot]

“She’s shaking something loose from him, something shaped like what he’s been trying to outrun. It feels as dangerous and vital and inescapable as the swarm that’s breathing down his back, closer and closer as it closes in and threatens to choke him.”

— swarm. by miss_hydrangea (@samiratology)

a project for The Pitt Big Bang 2026 (@thepittbigbang) gifset on ao3 • fic on ao3 • fic post on tumblr

[houseofstons]

#mohabbotmonday | sandalwood, cinnamon

It’s raining on the day she leaves PTMC for the last time, heavy sheets that weigh down clothes and fill shoes and render umbrellas useless. It feels right, almost poetic as she gets in the car, cranking her windshield wipers up to maximum speed. The blades sluice through the torrential downpour as she turns left, then right, then right again. It only continues as the roads grow windier, huge trees replacing high rises. She’s soaked when she toes off her shoes in the doorway, kicking them off and hanging her jacket up to drip dry while she collapses into bed, the scent of laundry detergent and sandalwood lulling her into a dream.

It rains for three days. She sleeps more than she has in the past two weeks. She wakes, she eats, she takes a shower. She makes it through six chapters of the worn copy of Jane Eyre that’s been sitting on her nightstand for three months. She naps on the couch. She gets really good at Wikipedia speedruns– Kodak to Charles Darwin in eight clicks. Rinse. Repeat.

On the fourth day, she wakes to the early-morning sun bleeding through the curtains, drenching the sheets in golden light. She takes her time in the bathroom, brushing her teeth and looping her hair into a bun. The seemingly permanent dark circles under her eyes have already started to disappear.

Her stomach guides her towards the kitchen, where it somehow already smells like espresso and cinnamon. His bag is on the floor next to the couch, pillows shoved at one end, a pile of blankets at the other. A cabinet opens and shuts, a spoon clinks against a mug. He’s humming some song that she’s probably heard a million times but couldn’t actually name.

“The couch?” She asks, eyebrow lifting as she rounds the corner. His hair is a mess– sticking up in every direction, curls unabashedly untamed. A wry smile pulls at his mouth while he focuses on pouring pancake batter into a skillet.

“You looked really peaceful. Didn’t want to disturb you.” He lifts an arm up so she can nestle into his side, press her face into his t-shirt. Laundry detergent. Sandalwood. A hint of antiseptic that will fade in a few hours.

“It wouldn’t have been a disturbance.” He levels her with a look, fond and knowing, and flips a pancake. “It would have been a welcome disturbance,” she corrects herself. His laugh rumbles, and she can feel his smile against the crown of her head when he leans down.

“Hi,” she says, pulling away so she can get a real look at him.

“Hi.” The weight of his gaze still feels like a glass of wine, warming her from the inside. She can’t believe she used to think he looked at everyone else like that. Her hands skate up his chest, his neck, thumb landing at his jaw so she can pull him in for a kiss.

“Missed you,” she mumbles against his mouth. He sets the spatula down so he can turn towards her, arms wrapping fully around her waist. He smiles against her lips, dips his chin to mouth a trail down to the neckline of her–his shirt.

“Dana kept trying to give me one more case, one more chart to sign. She’s trying to hedge her bets.”

“Is that still going, even now?”

“Baby, I think the pool got bigger the second you handed in your resignation.” She scratches her nails against his scalp just to feel him shiver.

“Who do you think’s gonna win?” She asks, pulling away so he can start a new pancake. She grabs for the mug she knows is hers. Cinnamon blooms over her tongue.

“Well, I think that’s up to us, now. You got any favorites?”

“Victoria really wants out of her parents’ house.” Jack chuckles, caging her in against the countertop.

“What’d she say, Christmas? I don’t think I can last ‘til then.”

“No, that was– mmm that was Santos,” Samira says, gasping as Jack’s hands slip under the hem of her shirt.

“She had her money on September.”

“I think we can make that happen,” Jack says, winking as he sinks down to his knees. “Maybe I’m just waiting for the ink to dry on your Presby contract.”

“So restrained,” she teases. “The pancakes, Jack,” she says, noncommitally as he kisses up her thigh.

“Shh, baby, I’m busy.”

She manages to turn the burner off before he gets her panties down her legs, and they eat cold pancakes over the island for lunch.

[timothyolyphant]

THE PITT S02E13

[emziess]

Supriya Ganesh as Dr. Samira Mohan The Pitt, S02E13

[divorcedfranklangdon]

@thepittmonth 8/10 relationships: Samira Mohan and Jack Abbot

Solid work That was your save, not mine Take the win, Dr. Mohan

[catjacket-scribbles]

no one is coming, it’s up to you

[indefabiolanavarrette]

VICTORIA JAVADI The Pitt 2.10 | 4:00 P.M.

[houseofstons]

guys next season is in the middle of their water sunlight pto they’re picking up a dresser and a mirror and getting stuck in a rainstorm I’ve just gotten this news

[jack-abbot]

"What if he's a player? What if she disappears at sea?"

SUPRIYA GANESH as DR. SAMIRA MOHAN in The Pitt, Season 2 [1/15] 2x01 — "7:00 AM"

[asystolle]

Mateo is like a human Utah.

Oh, honey. I've worked with a few Utahs. I wish you many, many Utahs in your life.

[samiratology]

reset the breaker

a mohabbot monday secret santa / blurbmas gift for raleigh @hotelraleigh !! 💡🌨️ • t, 2.5k

There is genuinely no one else Samira can call. And anyway — he’s at the top of her recent calls log. She presses his name and feels her heart clench with every passing ring.

💖 read on AO3 here 💖

many thanks to via @pigtailcatheter and mk @houseofstons for organizing this blurbmas exchange!! 💝 this was soo much fun and is bringing me so much cheer as i read everyone's gifts for each other :,)