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What fic deserves my energy the most?
Decide on me, yeah, decide on us (final chapter
The Scottish wedding fic
Soulmates au
Marriage of convenience au sequel
Part three of the Samira leaves the Pitt series
Of flowers au
To the moon and back part 2
a resounding result for 'get off your arse and finish the fic' - noted
Chapters: ¾ Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jack Abbot/Samira Mohan, Samira Mohan & Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Samira Mohan & Emery Walsh, Jack Abbot & Emery Walsh Characters: Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Samira Mohan, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Emery Walsh Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Future Fic, Getting Together, Jack Abbot is down bad, Samira Mohan is just realizing she is also down bad, Love Confessions, with very inconvenient timing, Angst with a Happy Ending, canon typical crises, Samira did not see this coming, but is going to be totally rational about it, (or not), Hostage Situations, off-screen pregnancy (not Mohabbot), Jack’s going to haunt the narrative for a lot of this, you know just like he has for the first half of season 2, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, don’t be like these two use protection Summary:
A loud buzzing sounds between her ears. It drowns out the ED, the commentary of the other nurses as Ahmad hits play on a video cued up from a local news’ YouTube channel that reads HOSTAGE SITUATION AT PITTSBURGH BANK in the lower chyron.
The video shows a shaky camera zoomed way far in as, yeah, that’s definitely Jack, walking toward the front doors of a Philly First National branch with his hands held up in surrender.
Or—
Jack’s TEMS shift goes awry, and all Samira can do is wait.
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Okay, so I know I said that this was going to be 3 chapters, but this chapter turned out to be 24k (and counting as I clean up), so I found this was a good place to split the chapters, and also I’m impatient and wanted you all to start reading while I finish cleaning. Note the rating change, etc. etc.
But worry not, Chapter 4 IS actually done, so it won’t be another 2 month wait lol. It’ll be out on this Mohabbot Monday.
👈👉 for the ask meme!
for the ask meme - what two stories have you written that are most similar and why?
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So, without cheating and choosing series/alt POVs, i'm going to go with decide on me, yeah, decide on us and all my memories gather round her.
As for why, I think primarily for the Jack Abbot and Emery Walsh as in-laws backstory, and for the vibe of trying and fighting and doing your best to make things work. I think you could arguably treat them as happening in the same universe, and also I have such a soft spot for 'all my memories' because it's the first proper backstory deep dive I wrote, and thats something im trying to explore more in the final chapter of domydou.
Fic Ask Game: pick a story and a question…
❓No dumb questions amnesty - can you explain this [line/dialogue/moment from the story]?
🏴☠️ Were there any points in which your characters tried (or succeeded) to commit mutiny against your planned plot? Where did they most want to rebel?
🥇 What scene were you most excited to write? Did it end up being the one you enjoyed writing the most?
🙏 Was there anything your character(s) really really really wanted to do? Did you let them?
🍆 What scene do you think was the hottest? What scene do you think your readers thought was the hottest? Are they the same?
🔮Have you imagined what happens to [character(s)] in the future? Or does the story only exist to you as a moment in time?
🔎 What detail(s) in the story are you particularly captivated with? Is there any behind the scenes info or backstory?
🧭 What was the key choice or decision you had to make for this story? If you had chosen differently, what would the story have turned into?
📖 Could the story have been a different length? What would you have included/removed?
🫂How would the story have changed if you wrote it for [this pairing] instead?
💭 If you could wish into creation a transformative piece for your story, made by a real human who isn’t you, what would it be? Art, video, sequel, podfic, etc.
📋What was your main goal for the story and/or writing experience? Do you think that you achieved it?
🎤 Do you think the story was written in your typical voice? Why or why not?
👉👈What two stories have you written that are most similar? Why?
👈👉What two stories have you written that are most different? Why?
🤍Asker’s choice: ask whatever you’d like!
Abbot's Hobbies (Questionably Therapist Approved)
THE PITT 2x07 vs 2x07
What fic deserves my energy the most?
Decide on me, yeah, decide on us (final chapter
The Scottish wedding fic
Soulmates au
Marriage of convenience au sequel
Part three of the Samira leaves the Pitt series
Of flowers au
To the moon and back part 2
okay but seriously i'm going to make progress on the final chapter of decide on me, yeah, decide on us this week if it kills me
WIP Wednesday
the Scottish wedding fic continues to live rent free in my head, and also I brought Heather Collins back because I missed her:
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'You will never guess who I ran into tonight,' Samira types, still tipsy and reeling with the feeling of almost. Feeling the desperate need to write it into existence; as if putting it into words will make it real somehow. Lies spread eagled on the hotel bed, shoes hanging off the edge and contemplating each and every individual choice she's made in over the last four hours, until her mobile starts buzzing with an incoming call.
"Sorry," Heather says immediately, voice tinny through the phone speakers and four and a half thousand miles of distance, "I'm in the car." Its three thirty pm in Portland, and it's Heather's day off. She will be on the way home from picking up her son from kindergarden -and sure enough, Samira can here Eli chattering away in the background - as Heather continues, "Don't leave me in suspense," she says, "work's been so boring without you - give me the gossip, who did you see?"
Samira is quiet for a second too long. Overthinks it; his name leaving her mouth all in a rush. "Jack Abbot," she says, biting her lip against the heat rising in her cheek. Never has she been more grateful that Heather can't see her face.
Heather's answering laughs echoes down the line, "Now there's a blast from the past," she says, a definite edge of fondness in her voice. "How was he? Does be still have a crush on you?"
Samira's brain freeze frames. In the resounding silence that followed her question, Heather, hesitant, poses another: "You did know he had a crush on you, right Samira?"
WIP Wednesday
the Scottish wedding fic continues to live rent free in my head, and also I brought Heather Collins back because I missed her:
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'You will never guess who I ran into tonight,' Samira types, still tipsy and reeling with the feeling of almost. Feeling the desperate need to write it into existence; as if putting it into words will make it real somehow. Lies spread eagled on the hotel bed, shoes hanging off the edge and contemplating each and every individual choice she's made in over the last four hours, until her mobile starts buzzing with an incoming call.
"Sorry," Heather says immediately, voice tinny through the phone speakers and four and a half thousand miles of distance, "I'm in the car." Its three thirty pm in Portland, and it's Heather's day off. She will be on the way home from picking up her son from kindergarden -and sure enough, Samira can here Eli chattering away in the background - as Heather continues, "Don't leave me in suspense," she says, "work's been so boring without you - give me the gossip, who did you see?"
Samira is quiet for a second too long. Overthinks it; his name leaving her mouth all in a rush. "Jack Abbot," she says, biting her lip against the heat rising in her cheek. Never has she been more grateful that Heather can't see her face.
Heather's answering laughs echoes down the line, "Now there's a blast from the past," she says, a definite edge of fondness in her voice. "How was he? Does be still have a crush on you?"
Samira's brain freeze frames. In the resounding silence that followed her question, Heather, hesitant, poses another: "You did know he had a crush on you, right Samira?"
A man just cycled past me carying a fucking scythe, and anyway is the economy so bad that the grim reaper has resorted to pedal power?
like a bell through the night the pitt | abbot/walsh | e
i. From the quicksilver glint in her eye, to the bite of her fingernails along his spine, to the catch of whiskey-soaked teeth against his jaw, all the way down to the edge of her smirk when she pulls back to look at him, she’s all sharpness from the very start, porcelain shattered against steel. Breakable, maybe, but beautiful and destined to make him bleed.
meet me there (in this world)
On a very delayed train and cobbled this together - for everyone (but especially @trophyhusbandism) who tells me regularly how much they love of flowers. Also for anyone who thinks that night shifts and single mothers make interesting characters...
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Before she met Jack Abbot, Samira Mohan worked the night shift.
This isn't, in fact, strictly true.
(She was an MS2 when she met Jack in a hotel bar. Fell into bed with him, full of liquid courage and the kind of youthful 'fuck it' energy that never doesn't lead to bad decisions. Yet to step foot through the staff entrance of an emergency room and still four years off from seeing him again.)
I feel like on Jack’s days off he’s messaging Shen like “did you do the chant? It’s important for the team”
Shen is like “yes Jack, I did the chant,” and then he has to turn to everyone like “PLEASE say we did the chant, the old man will be so upset with me. Night crawlers Whoo!”
new maisie peters album is out in case anyone was wondering where i'll be getting my fic titles from the foreseeable future
[Image description: a 2025 tweet from @ waitingtobloom reading, "when I was little I thought you were supposed to consciously select what boy to have a crush on". End id]