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[roxymorondraws]

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Happy Mohabbot Monday/Day 2 of Mohabbot Week!

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Happy Wednesday and Day 4 of #MohabbotWeek2026! Today’s prompt is Getting Together.

[afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff]

My first Mohabbot fic! Let’s gooooo!!!! Thank you @mohabbotweek2026 for hosting this event! Now onto the writing

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Broken Pipe

Samira dreaded going back to her tiny apartment. The broken pipe in her bathroom sink was awaiting and she had no desire, nor skill to fix it on her own and she knew her landlord wasn’t going to get it done in a reasonable time. She sighed, staring at the board wondering if she could get one more patient before day shift got in.

Jack watched as she sighed, a pained look on her face. “What’s eating you?” “Nothing.” “Your face says otherwise Dr. Mohan. What’s up?” “Just don’t want to go home is all. Broken pipe is waiting and I’m not capable to fix it, my landlord is an ass and won’t get it done. I don’t have the skill, money, or time to fix it myself.” She says, as he signs off on an order Mateo brought.

“I can fix it. I just need to grab my tools.” Jack says offhandedly. “You don’t need to. It’s fine I can call a plumber.” “Dr. Mohan, a plumber is going to cost more than a resident gets paid. Let me help. Text me your address and I’ll be over later today. We both have the next 48 off. It won’t take long to fix.” “Only if you’re sure.” “Positive.”

Samira fights internally, that the night shift attending will be helping her after work, when she doesn’t deserve him. She motions for his phone and puts her number in. He takes it back with a grin. “Thank you. Now get outta here. I’ll see you in a few.” “But handoff.” Samira interrupts, as Jack shakes his head. “Not much happened, Ellis and Shen can do handoff fine. Go home.” “Fine. Just be prepared to be in a tiny apartment bathroom dealing with a sink pipe.” “Always prepared. Broken sink or not.” Jack says, as Samira smiles. He watches as she makes her way to the break room and then the doors, bag slung over her shoulder, sending him a wave, and he knew this was the beginning of something new.

[purplebutterflyglasses]

Mohabbot Week: Day 2 “yearning”

The smell of her lavender shampoo as she leaned past him to grab the scalpel. How her arm slightly grazed his, sending chill bumps up his arm on impact. The way her hair fell in her eyes, he desperately wanted to tuck it behind her ear.

Read here @ A03 :)

[afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff]

Finally Mine

Day 4 of Mohabbot Week 2026! Secret Relationship is one of my favs to read, so I figured why not try it out! @mohabbotweek2026

---------------------------------------------------------     The door of her tiny apartment opens, hinges squeaking in protest. “You do know I can fix that right?” Jack asks, as he walks in, finding the living room empty. “Samira?” “Bedroom!” She says in response as he makes his way down the small hallway. “Hey you.” “Hey.” She says in greeting, Jack perching on the edge of her bed. 

     He watches as she closes the drawer in her dresser, clad in shorts and an oversized shirt. She can feel him staring, but doesn’t mind. Between PittFest and him coming over to fix a pipe a month ago, things had started to change. It was a welcome change in her eyes, having someone to be with, to come home to, to do things with.

She meets him where he’s sitting, her body fitting between his thighs, hands resting on his neck. “Still want to work on the birdhouse?” She asks, as his hands rest on her hips, pulling her close. She laughs as he nuzzles her neck, pressing a kiss to a pulse point. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “Good idea baby.” Jack says, his mouth still on her neck, feeling the way her hands play with his curls.

“Jack” “Hmm?” “If we want to work on the birdhouse, we need to go. I know you don’t have the paint I need. Jack!” She shrieks, as his hands come to pinch lightly at her sides. “We have time.” He says, looking up at her, a grin on his face. She can’t help but smile back, pressing a kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss, his lips softly brushing against her cheek in the process. He looks at her again, watching as she shies away under his gaze.

“We can get paint, I promise, but please for the love of God, let me fix the hinges on your front door.” “Do you have the stuff do to that?” “Yes.” “Alright, fine. I’ll let you fix the hinges on my door.” “Thank you, now we can go.” Samira huffs a little, but smiles at the same time. They make their way out of her apartment, and out to his car. As they start the drive, he rests his hand in hers on the console, the silence comfortable.

As he pulls into a parking spot, he notices a familiar car near them, but ignores it. It’s a hardware store on a Saturday, he’s bound to run into someone. “Ready?” He asks, as Samira reaches to unbuckle her seatbelt. She nods, and he goes to open her door. When she steps out, she reaches for his hand, twining their fingers together.

“This okay?” “Of course.” “Good. Now what paint colors are we thinking? Do we want something bold or something softer?” She asks, as they make their way inside. They throw ideas off of each other reaching the wall of paint swatches, the colors overwhelming at first. 

“How bout yellow?” “Yellow?” “Yeah, reminds me of Annie, and you. My ray of sunshine.” “I like it. It’ll brighten up your yard. Now the next question is what shade. Are you thinking a light yellow? Bright? Or like a warmer golden?” Samira asks, thumbing through the paint chips in front of her, Jacks hand resting on her hip. “I like the honey color. I think that fits. Bee that protects the hive and all.” “I like that, any other color you want to do?” “I picked my color, you get to pick the other.” He says, rubbing a thumb across the fabric of her shirt.

“I like this bluish gray. It reminds me of Appa.” She says quietly, feeling a reassuring squeeze from the hand on her hip. “Honey yellow and blue gray it is.” He says as they take the chips to the paint counter, waiting for the cans to be mixed. As they’re walking out, cans in hand, he sees Shen, coffee in one hand, a plant in the other. They nod at each other in passing, Samira none the wiser, as they make their way to the car.

As they’re painting, Jack hears a ding from his phone. “Mira, will you hand me my phone please?” He asks, wiping a hand on his worn jeans, as she passes him his phone, paintbrush dangerously close to the screen. He sees it’s a text from Shen. Your secret is safe with me boss. He nearly swipes it away, but decides to respond, How much did you win? I know about the bet. He watches as three bubbles appear and disappear, and appear once more. Enough that Princess, Perlah, and Walsh are gonna beat my ass into next week. Worth it though. Have fun. Jack laughs, not responding to the message, and pockets his phone.

He feels something swipe his cheek, and looks up to see Samira grinning wildly, curls askew, the yellow paint mostly gone from one side of the brush she’s holding. “Oh it’s on. “ He says with a laugh, grabbing the brush with the other paint, getting her cheek as she squeals with laughter. They both think they could get used to this. 

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Happy Tuesday and Day 3 of #MohabbotWeek2026! Today’s prompt is Parallels.

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Happy #MohabbotMonday and Day 2 of #MohabbotWeek2026! Today’s prompt is Yearning

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