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[abbotmohann]

fandom + stan culture being intertwined is kinda annoying like i get obsessed with shows + films but rarely do i care for the actors outside of wanting to check out their filmography. also being old i made a conscious effort to only follow 25+ ppl on twitter but im still subjected to the cringiest tweets babying shawn hatosy because ppl find him cringe lool like ppl get a grip but also with the bear coming back i thought i follow a few accounts but that fandom is so insane towards molly gordon

anyways it’s just so weird how ppl obsess over strangers and put them on a pedestal like i get it as a teen but it’s undeniably cringe when you’re an adult like the tweets freaking about how fans interact with the cast + what they tag them in are so weird like they’re adults they’ll set their boundaries 😭

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time lost

pairing: jack abbot x emery walsh

thinking about the way they looked at each other and the implications…a little drabble

it started in the desert as trauma medics - a friendship that quickly heated up into passionate love affair. back stateside jack an amputee and both of them riddled with ptsd it quickly fell apart, they tried maybe not hard enough they both would wonder occasionally. they still cared about each other deeply and made the effort to be civil at work, it took time and therapy before the professional courtesy melted away and a friendship bloomed again but they could never just be friends.

one night after walsh had a few too many drinks at the local bar to drive home, abbot offered her a ride ever the gentleman he walked her up to her door. he lingered and she let him the energy shifting between them when all of sudden they were one each other, neither could tell you who made the first move. it was quick, intense, they didn’t even make it out of the hallway before abbot had stripped walsh and devoured her. their next shift they acted like nothing ever happened ever the professionals.

the next time was pure luck, abbot’s car wasn’t starting so walsh offered him a ride home except there was no reason for walsh to walk him to his door so abbot invented one, offering coffee - they both knew that was never the intention. this time was different, she had seen him without his prosthetic and he was at a point where he didn’t feel shame about it but she knew him intimately before it and that was different. she sensed his hesitation, unsure of what to say or do. “you know it doesn’t change anything for me but if you just want to eat me out and fuck me against the wall again that’s fine with me” he chuckled relaxing into her touch letting her devour him.

it was simply a way to let off steam - that’s what they told themselves, it was only when either of them had a bad day nothing more nothing less. soon enough it was whenever they worked the same shift, sneaking make outs during shifts but it meant nothing they both deluded themselves into thinking. abbot didn’t realise he broke walsh’s heart and walsh didn’t realise how much abbot regretted the way he pushed her out breaking his own heart in the process, feelings buried the pain scarred over neither of them were ready to open the pandora’s box that was their relationship pretending being friends with benefits wasn’t exactly doing that.

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The Mandatory Work Function

summary: dr walsh forced to go to a hospital gala drags dr garcia to keep her company rating: 18+ words: 2.5k characters: dr emery walsh x dr yolanda garcia a/n: ngl i didn't read through this i was struggling with the smut, it's been a minute but let me know what you think, hope you like it! also posted it on ao3

it was the annual hospital fundraising gala, a stupid waste of time and money to raise more money for something that should be free - american healthcare at its finest walsh thought but being a surgical attending she had to be there but the perks of being attending she could drag a certain resident along.

garcia didn’t mind getting dressed up, she had a the perfect evening gown for the occasion and she liked the idea of getting a little drunk for free but she let walsh think it was pain in the ass to have to attend and that she was being forced to go not happy to keep her company so when walsh first laid eyes on garcia she had to do a double take scanning her top to bottom - her hair out in all it’s curly perfection, the red lip and the strapless dress with a slit, her eyes lingering on her legs. garcia missed the way walsh checked her out but when she found her in the sea of people she didn’t miss the way she looked at her like a deer caught in headlights, she smirked grabbing a glass of champagne as she walked over - this was gonna be a fun night she thought.

“were the heels necessary?” walsh was already shorter than garcia but now that she had heels on she had to look up at her, it stirred something in her that caught her by surprise.

“hi emery! nice to see you out of your srcubs too! i love the suit, very fitting” she intentionally dragged her eyes up and down walsh, she really did like how she looked in a button up there was something about women in suits that did something for her or maybe it was this particular woman…

walsh rolled her eyes ignoring the way garcia looked at her, trying and failing to ignore how it gave her butterflies. “hi yolanda”

“you’re not gonna tell me how good i look? after you dragged me here?” again walsh rolled her eyes, a common occurrence when conversating with garcia. 

“you look stunning.” it was oddly sincere of walsh, she couldn’t help it though.

garcia eyes scrunched up as she held back a smile biting her lips surprised. “but yes the heels were necessary, i actually like that i tower over you even moreso now maybe i’ll wear them to work too” she took a step forward smirking now feeling playful.

walsh narrowed her eyes letting out a chuckle. 

“you think a few extra inches changes who’s in charge?” she grabbed yolanda’s champagne flute who let it go without fight emery taking a swig, the brush of their hands feeling electric was yolanda imagining this tension she wondered. “besides that’s why scut work exists, to put brats like you in their place”

it was yolanda’s turn to take a large swig of her drink now her brain short circuiting, the way emery looked at her the intensity…was that how she always looked at her, was it always there?. there had been this tension brewing between the two for quite awhile at least for yolanda, a part of it was her professional admiration of walsh - the way in which she commanded a room, had no qualms clashing with other attendings but still had a playfulness amongst the chaos…another part of it was simply the fact she managed to look incredibly sexy in scrubs which was no easy feat. however yolanda assumed it was all one sided that the way emery hands brushed along her neck as she’d tie a gown for her was nothing or that the way she’d encourage and praise her was just her being a good mentor and attending and when she’d come in with a coffee every time she was on the night shift that was just her being nice. now garcia didn’t necessarily care about the power dynamic of it all, walsh wasn’t the head of the surgical department and they mostly worked different shifts so when walsh was teasing her in a way that had it been anyone else she would assume it was flirtatious she leaned into it but in a ‘this is just banter’ way or at least that’s what she told herself and assumed of walsh, the longer this went the more insane it drove garcia - she wasn’t one to let a crush get under her skin.

before garcia could explore this further and the implications they were interrupted by gloria with donors introducing themselves to walsh, she saw this as her window to quietly slip away and collect herself but before she could walsh was introducing her to them as well.

“she’s one of my star residents” all garcia could focus on was the use of ‘my’ trying to keep her composure smiling.

“well dr walsh is a great teacher i’m very lucky to be learning from her when I can, I don’t get to work with her as much i’d like too with her working the night shift” walsh thanked the earth that it was dimly lit and that no one could see she was blushing now.

“well i guess we’ll have to change that” gloria interjecting completely oblivious to the tension between them. 

“absolutely” was all walsh could manage.

they mingled for the rest of the night, walsh introducing you to important people she didn’t care for all this but having garcia by her side made it tolerable especially when she decided to just speak about her and praise her all night.

“so did you just invite me to make yourself look good?” 

“don’t you like hearing what a brilliant doctor you are” walsh smirked, she liked talking about garcia rather than herself and she liked how she knew her own greatness, her confidence was sexy - yeah she shouldn’t be thinking about her that way but in that dress she was allowed a pass for the night she figured.

“you’re brilliant in your own right you know…” was she overstepping the boundaries with that yolanda wasn’t sure but as much as she liked being lavished with praise - she was stereotypical surgeon with an ego (rightfully earned) she assumed emery was too except she didn’t seem to be ringing her own praise enough but she was going to change that, it also could’ve been the one too many champagnes she had at that point. 

so this time when a new important person came up to the both of them garcia lead the conversation hyping up walsh and her many accomplishments that had nothing to do with her she was sure her cheeks had redden, was she blushing? god she hoped so and when walsh was stumbling over her words garcia had to bite the inside of her cheeks to hold back her giggles, it was really quite adorable seeing walsh like this.

finally walsh had earned some reprieve when garcia went to freshen up, they didn’t end up seeing each other for awhile mingling with other guests and fellow colleagues which was probably a good idea she didn’t wanna end up included in the hospital gossip but as the night dragged on she scanned the room wondering if garcia had left already, she was thinking about her own exit now would it be rude to slip out without so much as a goodbye? as she headed to the coat check she pulled out her phone deciding a text would suffice. 

“hey! i’ve been looking for you” like she had willed her into existence garcia had popped up from wherever now with a bottle of champagne in hand. “were you about to leave without saying goodbye!?”

ignoring the question walsh furrowed her brow, eyeing her suspiciously. “where did you get that?” 

garcia simply rolled her eyes taking her hand. “let’s get out of here and go exploring” 

“exploring…?” 

“come on places like this always have weird floors and rooms” garcia winked at her with a cheeky smirk that walsh couldn’t resist. 

“you’re trouble” 

so she let garcia hold her hand leading the way grabbing the champagne bottle. they chatted about a whole lot of nothing, walsh mindlessly tracking circles on gracia’s hand like the action was totally natural and not crossing a line - it was all she could think about in the moment. it’s like garcia could read her mind or maybe sense some of walsh’s anxiety.

“what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“nothing” walsh lied taking a swig of the champagne but then she looked at garciax really looked at her, rally taking in her beauty and her eyes fixating on her soft red lips and how badly she wanted to see it smudged due to her own doing and so like a woman possessed she tightened her grip on garcia finding the first available room.

“this will do” she muttered to herself, it looked like some sort of a meeting room. she placed the bottle down facing garcia leaning against the table, she was in between her legs now her fingers dancing along her exposed thigh cupping her face she leaned in whispering. 

“i’ve been thinking about doing this all night…” 

she was so close but it was garcia closing the gap her way of letting her know she wanted this too. it was ravenous, urgent and desperate walsh with one hand in garcia’s hair and the other pulling down her dress exposing her already hardened nipples, pinching them and groping her breasts - garcia moaning against her lips. she trailed kisses down her neck and chest before swirling her tongue around her nipples, illicting more beautiful moans from garcia. she would’ve liked to tease her but she was keenly aware of their surroundings and walsh herself was too eager and desperate to play. she bit her nipples gently sucked on them harder as one hand trailed between garcia’s legs stroking her inner thighs but that brought garcia out of her daze, she had her own plans.

“wait you have too much on” walsh rolled her eyes as she pulled away from her chest and slid of her blazer and unbuttoned her shirt and maybe it was fate she wore her front clasping bra. garcia bit her lips as she watched her reveal herself, she didn’t put on a show but yet it was incredibly sexy she lunged at walsh kissing her passionately. she didn’t have patience anymore as her mouth pressed kissed down her neck she was unbuttoning walsh’s trousers sliding her hand in between the fabrics and through her folds groaning into her skin finding her already soaked.

“all that for me…?”

“yolanda…” she bit walsh’s nipple hard, it was like an electric shock hearing her first name let alone in a breathy sound. “fuck, yolanda” she said it purposely this time noting garcia’s reaction but garcia ever the observant one flipped it back on her when she slipped her a finger into her aching hole and started thumbing her clit, kissing back up her chest sucking on the crook of her neck. “yes emery…” 

she let out a load moan the sound of her name on absolutely doing something for her, it wasn’t even the first time she had used her name at this point they were on a first name basis but half naked in that tone was new and now it was the probably the only thing she would think about every time she heard her name. threading her fingers through yolanda’s hair and tugging ever so gently to pull her up for more kisses, she didn’t forget where her other hand was placed, delicately brushing her fingers over garcia’s clothed pussy teasingly. 

yolanda slipping another finger in, her pace speeding up emery trying to ground herself her grip on yolanda tightening. their tongues wrestled against each other, fighting each other for dominance and yolanda winning the closer emery got to her peak. she wasn’t one to relinquish control but she wasn’t exactly in a position to complain about it allowing herself to get lost in her pleasure instead. 

“fu-fuck” she took a sharp inhale their kisses sloppy now.

“you’re gonna come for me baby, you close?” yolanda swallowing her moans as she kissed her roughly and continued her ministrations. “yes baby fuck yourself on my fingers…so desperate” emery’s teeth digging into yolanda’s shoulder she rocked her hips chasing her high. 

yolanda grabbing a fistful of her hair she tugged gently forcing her to look at her now. “i wanna see you” emery felt like her body was vibrating, her nails digging into yolanda’s hip as she tried her damnedest to maintain eye contact whilst yolanda continued to circle her clit faster.

“fuck fuck fuck…” it hit her like a wave her legs turning to jelly, her body convulsing as yolanda drove her over the edge and then some. “yolanda…” she cried out her name as she continued through her orgasm ignoring it.

“tell me to stop i will” she smirked knowing she wouldn’t ask her to stop, emery’s grip on yolanda tightening as she braced herself - she knew it wouldn’t be long before the next one hit. 

she let go of her grip in emery’s hair granting her mercy when the next wave hit allowing emery to lean on her as she rode out her high her movement coming to a stop enjoying the feel of her pussy contracting around her fingers letting out her own moans her own pussy fluttering except around nothing turned on at the way emery was wrecked her chest heaving against hers, looking up at her with half hooded eyes as she pressed soft kisses up her neck. 

“that was not how that was supposed to go…” yolanda giggled rolling her eyes at emery’s frustration all the while emery nipped at her neck playfully, she should’ve cared that she was gonna be left with a hickey but she didn’t hate the idea of having a reminder of tonight. 

they kissed each other lazily like they had all the time in the world emery sighing as yolanda slowly pulled her fingers out of emery’s core bringing them to their lips brushing them against emery’s lips before she took both fingers into her mouth sucking them clean and then she kissed her some more emery tasting herself on her tongue. 

they could’ve stayed like that all night but they were both keenly aware of their surrounding. yolanda begrudgingly pulling away from her lips. “we should get dressed”

“god i want to taste you, how this was supposed to go” 

emery knew they couldn’t carry on here they’d been up here long enough it was only a matter of time before they’d get caught and she didn’t wanna push their luck but she couldn’t help herself. she ran her hands under her hiked up dress the slit giving her the access she needed and started to pull on her underwear. 

“emery…” yolanda had no intentions of stopping her the risk of getting caught did not bother as much as it probably should have. emery kneeling down now yolanda stepped out of her underwear, pressing kisses along her thighs before rising up again yolanda confused till emery was stuffing her thong into her suit pocket.

“oh i’m not done with you.”

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thinking about dr walsh’s strap game…(inspired by this thread)

she’s a giver, absolutely loves to top…

she talks you through it and she’s mean with it - ‘such a desperate little slut’, she manhandles you, pinning you down, wrapping her hands around your throat, marking your body with hickeys. she pulls your hair when she takes from the back, when she’s in doggy she likes to shove your face down into the pillow but every once in awhile she’s gentle with it when she’s got you spread eagle her stroke game slow but hard whispering sweet nothing in your ear

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the women of the pitt star signs

based on vibes (apart from santos who we already know is a scorpio) do we agree or disagree??

dana - capricorn

collins - virgo

mckay - gemini

javadi - cancer

mohan - pisces

king - cancer

walsh - scorpio

garcia - gemini

santos - scorpio

ellis - aries

princess - leo

perlah - aquarius

kiara - capricorn

lupe - taurus

gloria - virgo

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what’s with jack abbot x samira mohan fics having jack call samira ‘kid’ it makes their not controversial age gap relationship weird, i mean she’s pushing 30 so it’s kinda dumb but also why emphasis the age gap? it makes it creepy 😭

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need them both at the same time tho…

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the pitt masterlist

all 18+ most w/ smut implied or explicit

it’s been too long

jack abbot x samira mohan

the mandatory work function

yolanda garcia x emery walsh

time lost

jack abbot x emery walsh

permission

jack abbot x samira mohan

closed door

jack abbot x reader

drabbles

terrible flirt

jack abbot x samira mohan

subby!jack abbot

jack abbot x reader

compromised

jack abbot x reader

friends with benefits

jack abbot x samira mohan

knifeplay

jack abbot x samira mohan

former lovers

yolanda garcia x emery walsh

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closed doors

pairing: jack abbot x attending!reader

summary: you don’t mean to let jack abbot into your heart but when you realise you did, the only logical response is to push him away and pretend like you can go back to being a cold hearted bitch

a/n: i love reading angst idk what that says about me but anyways this was meant to be just a little drabble but it turned out longer than i imagined but the ending is kinda meh. also not proofread, hope you like it!

jack abbot is a widowed former trauma medic amputee not that he let it define him at least not anymore, the man has been through it and even though he occasionally hangs out on the roof he goes to therapy he makes an active effort to work through his ptsd and improve his mental health. so when jack meets you he feels a sense of kinship just as morbid as he was possibly even more so but he enjoys your deadpan humour.

you don’t realise how or when it happened but over the course of the months working together he worms his way into your life, he gets you coffee most nights and half the time when you’re in the doctors lounge trying to take a moment and eat a protein bar he comes in and offers you half his packed lunch which you insist you can’t take but he never takes no for an answer and when he offers rides home you don’t even fight it.

you come to the realisation the first time he’s off in months and you feel the lack of his presence the whole shift, your mind wandering what he was doing - you miss him and you hate it. you’re anxious throughout the next shift you feel tense and awkward around him, trying to process. you try to distance yourself from him but he makes it so goddamn hard, you couldn’t exactly turn down the free coffee so you find other ways like not eating in the doctors lounge, you keep small talk to a minimum where you used to banter with him you don’t - you’re not mean about it at least you don’t think so and when your shift ends you hang back a good 15minutes. eventually he seems to get the picture, he still gets you coffee and searches your eyes every time likely trying to figure what’s changed but you smile and say thanks like normal every single time leaving him confused but that’s really the only that’s stuck, there’s no back and forth anymore it’s strictly professional and you don’t have to hang back anymore, he doesn’t offer you ride anymore. you hate it you miss him, him still buying you a coffee makes it worse sometimes you want to say something spark it all back up again and every once in awhile he sees it and hesitates but you chicken out. eventually even the coffee stops and that really breaks your heart, he never treats you differently on a professional level which at the very least you’re thankful for not that you doubted him but a sick part of you almost wishes he did, there’s an aching void where he used to occupy that you keep trying to ignore - an impossible task when you see him almost daily.

one night you’re running into work early deciding to buy a coffee from the local spot that jack used to get it for the two of you, you make the impulsive decision to also grab one for jack immediately regretting as you’re walking in. you thought about all the ways this was a bad idea so close to throwing it away but just as you were getting to the entrance with both cups in hand so was jack - this was the moment.

“hi jack! i got you coffee”

he furrowed his brows perplexed, she doesn’t speak to him in months but now she brings him a coffee from their spot - she obviously needed a favour he assumed. “thanks” he gave a tight lipped smile as he took the cup and walked away. the rest of the shift went by as normal and there was no favour to be asked so what was that? he wondered, something to discuss with the therapist he figured.

now at the end of your shift there’s a downpour, the kind of torrential rain that soaks you through to the bone. you’re standing at the exit cursing at yourself for not having an umbrella or anything protective dreading getting onto public transport. jack walking out spots you, he sighs his chest tightening nervous for what he’s about to say dreading your reaction.

“i’ll give you a lift”

“oh no jack it’s fine, it’s not too bad”

he rolled his eyes huffing. “it wasn’t a question” you open and close your mouth not knowing how to respond and jack simply pops open his umbrella waiting so you get under it and walk to his car.

the silence is deafening, you feel sick to your stomach. you feel this wave of anger coming off jack you can’t tell if it’s all in your head your if it’s just own guilt projecting. it silent the whole journey and when you reach yours.

“thanks for the ride”

“here take the umbrella”

“thanks but i can survive a few feet”

you unbuckle your seat but you can’t move, you feel the overwhelming urge to fix this now but unsure of how to approach this you say probably the most ridiculous thing you could.

“i know you live far so if you want you can wait at mines for the rain to calm down” you lived a 15 minute drive away from the hospital but tonight he had taken 30 minutes and you knew he lived a 45 minute drive away. you were being logical in a situation that was incredibly illogical. “please for my sake”

he’s thrown off, irritated at the offer. he wants to be mad at you but your voice soft and shaky just makes him want to grab you into his arms and comfort you, you were maddening he thought.

when he walks into your apartment he’s struck by how clinical it feels, you have the barebones it seems there’s no warmth like it’s not lived in. “do you want something to drink like a cup of tea or coffee?” at ease now in your own domain the guilt temporarily forgotten.

“uh, a coffee would be nice” he stands there awkwardly not sure what to do watching you fuss about around your studio flat seemingly switching the heating on opening the curtain halfway (what was that about?).

“you can go ahead and sit on the sofa jack” and so he does, he mind swirling with a million questions, he decided this was it this was the best time to get his answers once and for all.

you come to sit beside him with two cups of coffee, the awkward tension stronger than ever you know you should say something or else what was the point of inviting him to your place at the very least for the sake of being a good host.

“it was lucky you brought an umbrella i don’t remember seeing it as going rain when i check the weather”

“seriously!? you wanna talk about the weather? not about how you’ve been treating me the past couple months?”

“i haven’t been rude”

“seriously!?”

“what!?” you running your fingers through your hair frustrated this isn’t going how you wanted, not that you had a plan but anything is better than this.

“you’re too smart to be playing dumb right now, you’ve been avoiding me” his voice is harsh now, exasperated with you and you’re inability to be honest. he knew you had walls, he knew you weren’t an open book if anything you reminded him a little bit of him and he liked it cos he understood it.

“no i haven’t” you know it’s stilly to so balantly lie but you’re still too scared to be real.

“you’re never in the doctors lounge, you never wanna speak about anything that isn’t medical anymore and don’t think i don’t know you purposely hang in the locker room so i can’t offer you ride home. i thought you were going through something personal and pushing everyone away but then i soon realised you had no problem with any of our coworkers just me, so if ive done something to hurt you just tell me how i can fix it?”

“jack, i’m sorry i wasn’t clear but our relationship was becoming unprofessional you’re my senior, i was just trying to establish boundaries again and keep it strictly professional”

“you think it’s professional to invite me into your home?” he rolls his eyes, he feels defeated now maybe tonight wouldn’t be the night this would be fixed.

“i’m not a total monster, i can’t have you getting into an accident on my conscious”

jack sighs and you both sit there silent for a beat, jack bumping his legs against yours willing you to look at him and you do.

“god you drive me insane” he lets out a chuckle rubbing his face.

you’re pouting now. “do you hate me now?”

“no! i wouldn’t be here trying to fix this, asking my therapist for advice”

“there’s nothing to fix” it’s out before you even think, wincing at the harshness but you don’t let jack speak. “wait i’m sorry that was mean”

he rolls his eyes “normally i like that about you so i’ll it slide” you chew on your lips at his casual confession, like in what way is the first thought and the second thought is ‘you’re insane��

“you spoke about me to your therapist?” a giggle escapes, it seemed absurd that you’d be brought up, that you had any significant meaning to his life. “i’m sorry it’s not funny, i’m just surprised”

“i know i said this already but god you’re drive me insane, what’s so surprising about that?”

“idk the fact that there’s anything significant about me or us to discuss”

“maybe throwing away our friendship was easy for you but it meant a lot to me, you mean a lot to me. i can’t stop caring about you even if i wanted to and if you really did think the professional lines were blurring and it was making you uncomfortable you could’ve just said so, i don’t wanna ever make you feel uncomfortable.”

“i’m sorry” you look down at your fidgeting hands breaking the eye contact.

“stop apologising”

“i don’t actually care about professional boundaries, i know you wouldn’t let any personal beef getting into the way of work. i just you’re better off without me”

“what’s that supposed to mean? you don’t think you’re good enough for me?”

“jack i’m incredibly fucked up and i don’t go to therapy even though i probably should, i don’t let people into my life but all of a sudden you weaseled your way into my heart and so i pushed you away for my sake and yours. i didn’t wanna go through the mortifying experience of you realising my feelings and rejecting them but here we are”.

“please look at me when i say this.” you oblige considering it’s the least you could do. “did i bring anyone else coffee? did i share my food with anyone else? am i giving rides out to everyone? you think you didn’t weasel your way into my heart? you’re the only thing i look forward to coming into work even when it hurt”

he strokes your cheek as he brushes a few unruly pieces away, “i’ve wanted to do this for so long” he pulls you in to a passionate kiss and you oblige melting into his touch, he’s soon pulling you into his lap the kiss frantic and desperate.

he pulls away to catch ch his breath and remark on the facts. “you know we could’ve been doing this for months instead”

pressing soft kisses along his neck, you let out a frustrated sigh “i know i’m an idiot, i’m sorry”

“what did i say about apologising, you can you make it up to me instead” he winked

“oh i’m not sorry then” you smirk running your hands through his salt and pepper curls.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” his lips are back on you again in a frantic mess, your arms wrapped around him tightly rolling your hips deciding this morning was going to end with both of you naked.

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if you’d like send me thoughts, ideas and requests

for the pitt!

i write for

jack abbot x samira mohan

jack abbot x emery walsh

yolanda garcia x emery walsh

samira mohan x emery walsh

might write more x reader roles too idk

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closed doors

pairing: jack abbot x attending!reader

summary: you don’t mean to let jack abbot into your heart but when you realise you did, the only logical response is to push him away and pretend like you can go back to being a cold hearted bitch

a/n: i love reading angst idk what that says about me but anyways this was meant to be just a little drabble but it turned out longer than i imagined but the ending is kinda meh. also not proofread, hope you like it!

jack abbot is a widowed former trauma medic amputee not that he let it define him at least not anymore, the man has been through it and even though he occasionally hangs out on the roof he goes to therapy he makes an active effort to work through his ptsd and improve his mental health. so when jack meets you he feels a sense of kinship just as morbid as he was possibly even more so but he enjoys your deadpan humour.

you don’t realise how or when it happened but over the course of the months working together he worms his way into your life, he gets you coffee most nights and half the time when you’re in the doctors lounge trying to take a moment and eat a protein bar he comes in and offers you half his packed lunch which you insist you can’t take but he never takes no for an answer and when he offers rides home you don’t even fight it.

you come to the realisation the first time he’s off in months and you feel the lack of his presence the whole shift, your mind wandering what he was doing - you miss him and you hate it. you’re anxious throughout the next shift you feel tense and awkward around him, trying to process. you try to distance yourself from him but he makes it so goddamn hard, you couldn’t exactly turn down the free coffee so you find other ways like not eating in the doctors lounge, you keep small talk to a minimum where you used to banter with him you don’t - you’re not mean about it at least you don’t think so and when your shift ends you hang back a good 15minutes. eventually he seems to get the picture, he still gets you coffee and searches your eyes every time likely trying to figure what’s changed but you smile and say thanks like normal every single time leaving him confused but that’s really the only that’s stuck, there’s no back and forth anymore it’s strictly professional and you don’t have to hang back anymore, he doesn’t offer you ride anymore. you hate it you miss him, him still buying you a coffee makes it worse sometimes you want to say something spark it all back up again and every once in awhile he sees it and hesitates but you chicken out. eventually even the coffee stops and that really breaks your heart, he never treats you differently on a professional level which at the very least you’re thankful for not that you doubted him but a sick part of you almost wishes he did, there’s an aching void where he used to occupy that you keep trying to ignore - an impossible task when you see him almost daily.

one night you’re running into work early deciding to buy a coffee from the local spot that jack used to get it for the two of you, you make the impulsive decision to also grab one for jack immediately regretting as you’re walking in. you thought about all the ways this was a bad idea so close to throwing it away but just as you were getting to the entrance with both cups in hand so was jack - this was the moment.

“hi jack! i got you coffee”

he furrowed his brows perplexed, she doesn’t speak to him in months but now she brings him a coffee from their spot - she obviously needed a favour he assumed. “thanks” he gave a tight lipped smile as he took the cup and walked away. the rest of the shift went by as normal and there was no favour to be asked so what was that? he wondered, something to discuss with the therapist he figured.

now at the end of your shift there’s a downpour, the kind of torrential rain that soaks you through to the bone. you’re standing at the exit cursing at yourself for not having an umbrella or anything protective dreading getting onto public transport. jack walking out spots you, he sighs his chest tightening nervous for what he’s about to say dreading your reaction.

“i’ll give you a lift”

“oh no jack it’s fine, it’s not too bad”

he rolled his eyes huffing. “it wasn’t a question” you open and close your mouth not knowing how to respond and jack simply pops open his umbrella waiting so you get under it and walk to his car.

the silence is deafening, you feel sick to your stomach. you feel this wave of anger coming off jack you can’t tell if it’s all in your head your if it’s just own guilt projecting. it silent the whole journey and when you reach yours.

“thanks for the ride”

“here take the umbrella”

“thanks but i can survive a few feet”

you unbuckle your seat but you can’t move, you feel the overwhelming urge to fix this now but unsure of how to approach this you say probably the most ridiculous thing you could.

“i know you live far so if you want you can wait at mines for the rain to calm down” you lived a 15 minute drive away from the hospital but tonight he had taken 30 minutes and you knew he lived a 45 minute drive away. you were being logical in a situation that was incredibly illogical. “please for my sake”

he’s thrown off, irritated at the offer. he wants to be mad at you but your voice soft and shaky just makes him want to grab you into his arms and comfort you, you were maddening he thought.

when he walks into your apartment he’s struck by how clinical it feels, you have the barebones it seems there’s no warmth like it’s not lived in. “do you want something to drink like a cup of tea or coffee?” at ease now in your own domain the guilt temporarily forgotten.

“uh, a coffee would be nice” he stands there awkwardly not sure what to do watching you fuss about around your studio flat seemingly switching the heating on opening the curtain halfway (what was that about?).

“you can go ahead and sit on the sofa jack” and so he does, he mind swirling with a million questions, he decided this was it this was the best time to get his answers once and for all.

you come to sit beside him with two cups of coffee, the awkward tension stronger than ever you know you should say something or else what was the point of inviting him to your place at the very least for the sake of being a good host.

“it was lucky you brought an umbrella i don’t remember seeing it as going rain when i check the weather”

“seriously!? you wanna talk about the weather? not about how you’ve been treating me the past couple months?”

“i haven’t been rude”

“seriously!?”

“what!?” you running your fingers through your hair frustrated this isn’t going how you wanted, not that you had a plan but anything is better than this.

“you’re too smart to be playing dumb right now, you’ve been avoiding me” his voice is harsh now, exasperated with you and you’re inability to be honest. he knew you had walls, he knew you weren’t an open book if anything you reminded him a little bit of him and he liked it cos he understood it.

“no i haven’t” you know it’s stilly to so balantly lie but you’re still too scared to be real.

“you’re never in the doctors lounge, you never wanna speak about anything that isn’t medical anymore and don’t think i don’t know you purposely hang in the locker room so i can’t offer you ride home. i thought you were going through something personal and pushing everyone away but then i soon realised you had no problem with any of our coworkers just me, so if ive done something to hurt you just tell me how i can fix it?”

“jack, i’m sorry i wasn’t clear but our relationship was becoming unprofessional you’re my senior, i was just trying to establish boundaries again and keep it strictly professional”

“you think it’s professional to invite me into your home?” he rolls his eyes, he feels defeated now maybe tonight wouldn’t be the night this would be fixed.

“i’m not a total monster, i can’t have you getting into an accident on my conscious”

jack sighs and you both sit there silent for a beat, jack bumping his legs against yours willing you to look at him and you do.

“god you drive me insane” he lets out a chuckle rubbing his face.

you’re pouting now. “do you hate me now?”

“no! i wouldn’t be here trying to fix this, asking my therapist for advice”

“there’s nothing to fix” it’s out before you even think, wincing at the harshness but you don’t let jack speak. “wait i’m sorry that was mean”

he rolls his eyes “normally i like that about you so i’ll it slide” you chew on your lips at his casual confession, like in what way is the first thought and the second thought is ‘you’re insane’

“you spoke about me to your therapist?” a giggle escapes, it seemed absurd that you’d be brought up, that you had any significant meaning to his life. “i’m sorry it’s not funny, i’m just surprised”

“i know i said this already but god you’re drive me insane, what’s so surprising about that?”

“idk the fact that there’s anything significant about me or us to discuss”

“maybe throwing away our friendship was easy for you but it meant a lot to me, you mean a lot to me. i can’t stop caring about you even if i wanted to and if you really did think the professional lines were blurring and it was making you uncomfortable you could’ve just said so, i don’t wanna ever make you feel uncomfortable.”

“i’m sorry” you look down at your fidgeting hands breaking the eye contact.

“stop apologising”

“i don’t actually care about professional boundaries, i know you wouldn’t let any personal beef getting into the way of work. i just you’re better off without me”

“what’s that supposed to mean? you don’t think you’re good enough for me?”

“jack i’m incredibly fucked up and i don’t go to therapy even though i probably should, i don’t let people into my life but all of a sudden you weaseled your way into my heart and so i pushed you away for my sake and yours. i didn’t wanna go through the mortifying experience of you realising my feelings and rejecting them but here we are”.

“please look at me when i say this.” you oblige considering it’s the least you could do. “did i bring anyone else coffee? did i share my food with anyone else? am i giving rides out to everyone? you think you didn’t weasel your way into my heart? you’re the only thing i look forward to coming into work even when it hurt”

he strokes your cheek as he brushes a few unruly pieces away, “i’ve wanted to do this for so long” he pulls you in to a passionate kiss and you oblige melting into his touch, he’s soon pulling you into his lap the kiss frantic and desperate.

he pulls away to catch ch his breath and remark on the facts. “you know we could’ve been doing this for months instead”

pressing soft kisses along his neck, you let out a frustrated sigh “i know i’m an idiot, i’m sorry”

“what did i say about apologising, you can you make it up to me instead” he winked

“oh i’m not sorry then” you smirk running your hands through his salt and pepper curls.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” his lips are back on you again in a frantic mess, your arms wrapped around him tightly rolling your hips deciding this morning was going to end with both of you naked.

[abbotmohann]

i’ve never watched one season of a show and come out of it shipping so many characters loool the chemistry and the potential is insane 😭

i looove garcia x walsh, they both have this cocky attitude with a mean streak and with garcia being a resident and walsh being an attending, professionally garcia answers to walsh but personally i feel like they both have alpha personalities the push and pull is so delicious to me 🫠

Yeah and they want me to believe there was nothing between them SURE JAN

[abbotmohann]

you know what i get it literally me shipping garcia x walsh, i’m looking for any and every crumb possible with those two 😭

Yeah and they want me to believe there was nothing between them SURE JAN

[abbotmohann]

not denying there’s nothing between them but the first two screenshots are wrong tho, abbot asked who is gonna be primary surgery and walsh makes that face not at him but beacuse the other surgeon looks away like he didn’t want the responsibility at all 😭

she makes a little sarcastic comment “heavy is the head that wears the crown” when she makes the facial expression (not in the screenshot but i know cos i rewatched a few days ago).

anyways not that deep but i just feel like it’s being misread and there’s other scenes where you get more of a sense of their chemistry

this scene being one of them, i’ve alfred’s head cannoned that they worked as trauma medics together

Yeah and they want me to believe there was nothing between them SURE JAN

[abbotmohann]

im sorry but i hate when ppl write smut that’s anatomically incorrect like no there’s no bulge in your stomach no matter how big a guy is like what’s the appeal of that??

[abbotmohann]

permission

pairing: samira mohan x emery walsh

new crack ship i’ve fallen victim too 😭

she didn’t have the cliched drunken make out with a girl in college, missing the typical window to explore your sexuality but every once in awhile she’d feel an undeniable attraction to a woman never doing anything about it though. that was until pitt fest and the way mckay kindly reminded her to make this job her life and she really did try but yet the nuances of her sexuality alluded her, picking up hobbies, making friends that wasn’t easy in comparison.

another realisation came to light post pitt fest - walsh, she never clashed with her like that before, had never been so brazen but abbot emboldened her, pushed her like she needed. she partly regretted after the fact sure walsh would now hate her but the next shift with her she was fine, in fact she was different, cheekier.

samira noticed it when called her to consult on a patient. “not read any case reports to justify an insane procedure mohan?” she said it with a smirk, she did it often except samira was terrible at banter stumbling over her words more often than not which would cause walsh to chuckle. samira was confident speaking medicine, speaking to patients it was everything else she struggled with like flirting.

did she want walsh to flirt with her? did she want to flirt back? she wondered, there was something about her assertiveness and the sometimes throwaway mean remarks she’d make, ‘if he lives’ was it necessary no but it was typical walsh and truth be told it didn’t annoy samira more so induce an eye roll and sometimes a small chuckle. what samira didn’t realise was walsh had an inkling that to her growing feelings or at least walsh hoped was not a one sided thing, so she messed with her some more she very much enjoyed when mohan didn’t bite back but instead tripped over her words flustered.

“you take my orders so well when dr abbot isn’t around”

samira was taken aback, her brain short circuiting at a loss for words, it was the tone and the wink that especially threw her off. she maybe clueless when it came to women but she wasn’t a total idiot right? she realised in that moment she liked that dr walsh was a little mean with her, she toyed with her in away she didn’t quite know how to process - it was driving her insane.

~ x ~

this was a rarity but walsh was working a day shift with mohan, she knew this and had decided tonight after their shift would be the night she’d finally make her move. a tradition amongst the day shift crew was a couple beers in the park to unwind as they were nearing to the end of their shift as walsh was passing through samira made a beeline towards her. “dr walsh will i see after work at the park?”

“you can call me emery when we’re not speaking medicine” she smirked intentionally not answering her question, she couldn’t help herself.

“oh well emery…” samira emphasising her name. “well i’m sure you know sometimes a bunch of us get together and have a couple beers. you should join us, i know you’ve had a particularly tough shift” samira was tryna play it cool but she was being sincere, there had been some tough cases that day she atleast knew she needed a moment.

“well i have other ways of unwinding but sure why not” she winked at samira before heading off.

~ x ~

emery coming upon the others already chatting away with a drink, the first thing she noticed was samira’s curls free her immediate thought being how she wanted to run her fingers through her hair. mateo throwing her a drink, samira smiled at her ushering her over as she scooted over to make space for her on the bench.

“i’m fine standing” her feet were tired but she liked the advantage she had towering over samira. they chatted and relaxed drinking beer but this was not the environment to make a move, far too public but she wasn’t defeated yet.

a couple beers later samira called it looking over to emery, she didn’t want this to be it enjoying her company but maybe emery sensed the plead look in her eyes. “i can drive you home, i’ve only had one beer”

they said their goodbyes walking towards emery’s car in silence the tension palpable. when they reach her car samira decides this is her moment. “emery i-“ her mind blanking she really didn’t know how to say this what to say without possibly embarrassing herself. “am i crazy or have you been flirting with me the past couple months?”

“yes, if i’ve crossed the line i’m sorry ill stop” she could the waves of anxiety rolling off samira, trying to calm her down and also give her the control to navigate this how she wanted.

“no! i’ve just never done this before” she chewed on her lips avoiding eye contact.

“you’ve never done what before?” she brushed her curls back her fingers running along her face as she cupped her chin willing her to look at her.

“i’ve never been with a woman” samira’s heart racing at this point.

“don’t worry, i’ll go easy on you” emery gave her a small smile as she crowded her pressing her against her car, she leaned in nose touching her voice a whisper. “samira you have full reign over this okay” samira nodded before closing the gap and pressing her lips against emery’s who cupped her face kissing her back with just as much intensity. samira’s caught up in the moment her hands snaking their way under emery’s scrubs much to her surprise.

“samira…” she begrudgingly pulled away from her lips smirking. “so needy, did you forget where we are? let’s go back to yours first” samira chewing on her lips simply nodded mildly embarrassed. “i can’t when you look at me with those big beautiful brown eyes” she groaned pressing soft kisses along her neck. she’d let out a soft moan her hands still under emery’s scrubs nails digging into her hips. “take me home already”

[abbotmohann]

time lost

pairing: jack abbot x emery walsh

thinking about the way they looked at each other and the implications…a little drabble

it started in the desert as trauma medics - a friendship that quickly heated up into passionate love affair. back stateside jack an amputee and both of them riddled with ptsd it quickly fell apart, they tried maybe not hard enough they both would wonder occasionally. they still cared about each other deeply and made the effort to be civil at work, it took time and therapy before the professional courtesy melted away and a friendship bloomed again but they could never just be friends.

one night after walsh had a few too many drinks at the local bar to drive home, abbot offered her a ride ever the gentleman he walked her up to her door. he lingered and she let him the energy shifting between them when all of sudden they were one each other, neither could tell you who made the first move. it was quick, intense, they didn’t even make it out of the hallway before abbot had stripped walsh and devoured her. their next shift they acted like nothing ever happened ever the professionals.

the next time was pure luck, abbot’s car wasn’t starting so walsh offered him a ride home except there was no reason for walsh to walk him to his door so abbot invented one, offering coffee - they both knew that was never the intention. this time was different, she had seen him without his prosthetic and he was at a point where he didn’t feel shame about it but she knew him intimately before it and that was different. she sensed his hesitation, unsure of what to say or do. “you know it doesn’t change anything for me but if you just want to eat me out and fuck me against the wall again that’s fine with me” he chuckled relaxing into her touch letting her devour him.

it was simply a way to let off steam - that’s what they told themselves, it was only when either of them had a bad day nothing more nothing less. soon enough it was whenever they worked the same shift, sneaking make outs during shifts but it meant nothing they both deluded themselves into thinking. abbot didn’t realise he broke walsh’s heart and walsh didn’t realise how much abbot regretted the way he pushed her out breaking his own heart in the process, feelings buried the pain scarred over neither of them were ready to open the pandora’s box that was their relationship pretending being friends with benefits wasn’t exactly doing that.