THE PITT 1.14 "8:00 P.M." 2.07 "1:00 P.M."
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THE PITT 1.14 "8:00 P.M." 2.07 "1:00 P.M."
Jake is younger, but his hair starts to go gray first. He dyes it because of course he does, even if Bradley tells him it looks good. When Bradley starts to go gray, too, he gets quiet about it. Jake assumes that Bradley wants to cover it and kind of works an eyebrow at the ‘just for men’ dye aisle in Kroger. Bradley’s confused.
“What? You need another box?”
“No. Wondering if you’re wanting one?”
Bradley’s expression softens. He leans his arms on the cart and shakes his head. “No, I’m good with the gray. Doesn’t bother me.”
“… you don’t talk about it, is all. What am I missin’, Rooster?”
Bradley hums, thumbing over his mustache to hide the sad twitch of his lips. “It’s just taking some getting used to. I’ve never seen a Bradshaw with gray hair. It’s new. And you know how good I am with change.”
Jake feels something tighten in his chest. He nods, they head home. As they put up the groceries, Jake grabs his box of dye from the bathroom cabinet and tosses it into the kitchen trashcan.
Bradley squints. “Done, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jake says. The sunlight through the window above the kitchen sink catches against the silver patch of hair on his temple. “Age is a blessing, right? Silver fox, here I come.”
When they crawl into bed that night, Jake rests his head on Bradley’s chest. Bradley runs his fingers through the hair on his temple til they fall asleep.
LIV i'm sick to my stomach in the best way, this is flawless
just saw your last few posts and I’m SCREAMING bc abbot and santos becoming asshole4asshole friends is one of my alltime fave things
something something he starts calling her ‘reboa’ (but it’s mostly when robby’s around bc there is no glee comparable to what he feels when robby sighs loudly after hearing it)
she would absolutely tell him to do something about his crush on samira, too. “abbot, isn’t courting, like, your generation’s whole vibe? just ask her out already, jesus” “my generation? how old do you think — actually, you know what? respect your elders.”
I NEED them to become asshole4asshole friends who also fit the "this is my best work friend who is 56 years old" meme where like, she sends him memes and tiktoks and spotify releases and he takes her fishing and jumps her car and is the first man she's ever trusted because she finds him both desperately pathetic and also alarmingly competent and sure, he'll scold her because he has to but honestly he thinks she's brave and cool and capable and is exactly the kind of resident he loves to teach
and so trinity starts sending him bullshit "how to tell if your crush likes you back" quizzes from like, seventeen and cosmo
and when he ignores her, her and ellis and shen start taking them together for him
Supriya Ganesh as Samira Mohan THE PITT 2.07 "1:00PM"
I just saw a compilation video on the clock app of men holding their wives’ pregnant bellies up to give them some relief and the way i neeeed it with samira and abbot. that man trying to catch her in the breakroom after her shift/before his starts so he can lift all that pressure off her pelvis for just a few minutes. finding her on the roof and holding her that way after a rough code. just! belly holding. that’s the vibe 💜
He finds her in the breakroom, half-bent over a chair as she makes a half-assed attempt at stretching her lower back. Jack Abbot's the last person to tell a woman what to do, especially his own wife, but he desperately wishes she would change her mind on working up until she goes into labor.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, letting the door shut quietly behind him. It's a little after 6:30 PM, and Samira looks like she wishes she was in bed an hour ago.
A little breathless, she skirts a hand down the curve of her belly. She thinks she looks like she swallowed a small moon and just finished a heavy course of prednisone. Jack thinks she's the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on, even after he accounts for little things like bias and biological imperative.
"Like your child is trying to use my lungs as a trampoline," she replies, more matter-of-fact than complaint.
She went into pregnancy with her eyes wide open; she knew she'd hit the point where being alive was an exercise in tolerating discomfort. Samira Mohan can endure a great many things--a few months short of breath and limping from sciatica is hardly the torture of studying for the boards. And one day, this week or the next, she'll be able to get an epidural for her troubles. And then, a baby.
"You can start your maternity leave any time you'd like, hon," he reminds her, rubbing tight circles into her lumbar with the heel of his hand. He can feel the muscles spasm under his touch, tightening suddenly and then releasing.
"Oh," she moans, eyes fluttering shut as she rocks her weight back and forth between her feet, "but that's quitter talk."
Jack snorts.
"That's what you said about pulling out some, oh, thirty-eight weeks ago now."
"Really?" she asks, voice arch and amused. "I don't recall. I think I was drunk off all the champagne you kept handing me."
The annual PTMC Fundraising Gala makes victims of them all, in it's own way.
"Let me help you," he murmurs, shifting his hands to her hips. Tugs her upright, and then against him until her back is flush against him. Kissing her cheek, he slides his hands around to her front, cupping the rounded swell of her.
"Hm... I seem to remember that also being said about thirty-eight weeks ago."
"Yeah, yeah, let me say hi to my daughter," he says, widening his stance. "Lean back, let me take some of the weight for a minute." He's done this hundreds, maybe a thousand times since the weight of the baby started compressing every nerve south of her diaphragm. She knows what he's asking. "Have you already handed off your cases?"
His fingers trace downwards, pausing only briefly to feel out an elbow, a knee, maybe a foot. Under the hem of her scrub top, down to the waist of the black knit jersey joggers she bought out of an immense hatred of the hospital issued maternity pants. He finds the crease of where her belly reaches the tops of her thighs, braces, and lifts.
"Yeah, Ellis got here about twenty minutes ago," she answers, with a tell-tale hitch in her breath that sounds like relief. "That your doing?"
It was. It helps that Parker Ellis is just as afraid as he is of Samira ignoring her contractions right up until she has to be admitted to L&D. No Pitt babies. I love y'all, but I'm not doing that.
"Nah, she just likes us for some reason." He presses another kiss to her cheek, her ear.
"This is nice."
They stand there for a few minutes longer, talking about the patients unlucky enough to still be in their beds at shift change. Gossip about boarders, about Myrna's newest ailment, about the EMT who is desperate to take Santos out for a drink. The baby kicks under their hands--Samira's on the top of her belly, Jack's at the crest of her pelvis.
"Yeah, this is nice."
your icons for the pitt are fabulous!!! i love that you’ve even made some for Myrna, she IS the queen of the pitt ❤️
if your requests are still open, would you be able to make some for ace!samira? the ones you’ve made with mel and princess are so gorgeous.
thanks so much!!
Thank you soo much!!! 💜 Myrna is so underrated 😭
Thank you for the request and sorry for taking so long, university has been mean this term. You can find the icons here, enjoy!!
newbie, if you don’t do gif requests, you are absolutely allowed to delete this!! but if you ever got the itch to gif the moment in the 300th ep of bobs where he’s holding baby Tina and talking about how he’s not scared anymore bc she needs him to not be scared, I’d be eternally grateful. 💜 your bobs gifs are just always so clear and vibrant! Will pay in rabbot fic drabbles or rabbot gifs for u, or just in all the reblogs from me 😘
thanks for reading! again, if your requests are closed or you aren’t taking them, no worries! I checked your pinned and just didn’t see anything one way or the other :)
my requests are never closed, so feel free to shoot them my way anytime you have them <33
(ofc it depends on how much time i have and how the request is tickling my brain, but i usually get to them done eventually)
anyway, here you go my lovely, i hope you'll like it: link
newbie have you watched the 300th ep of bob’s burgers? it’s so cute!!!!
no, i didn't even know it was out!! gotta get on it right away 🥺🫶