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I’m so out of the loop, what are we manifesting for tonight? 

oh I'm just being silly, someone posted that picture of Supriya earlier and my horny brain ran with it

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we are ✨manifesting✨ for mohabbot tonight anyway, something something she'd walk him like a dog

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It's SO hot outside where I live todayyyyyy I wouldn't wish it on anyone but I just know Jack sees Samira sweating and suddenly he gets intrusive thoughts of making her sweat more...

Jack's brain is cooking like a scrambled egg and every time he sees her, either at shift change or because she's working a double or she's helping cover someone's PTO on the night shift. Pittsburgh is in the middle of a heat wave and the humidity is 80% at the mildest part of the day and admin won't set the thermostat more than 20 degrees cooler than the ambient temp except for the OR and the morgue.

They are all sweating buckets. Samira is handling it admirably. Jack is not. Jack is dying from all the SSRIs and mood stabilizers he's on, plus his Irish American constitution.

He ends up being shoved into a bed, Samira stripping his clothes off him so she can cover him in a cooling blanket and start a line for fluids and electrolytes because he's been playing chicken with heat exhaustion for days and is now officially losing. He protests that this isn't how he wanted her to take off his clothes. He then realizes he said that out loud and decides he's fine with dying, actually.

Samira grips his chin and tells him if he ever wants to see her tits, he's gonna have to hang in there.

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I think Jack sees Samira in any sort of summer-appropiate clothing (flowy dress, shorts and a tank top, bathing suit; pick your fighter) and promptly has a conniption 🤠 ER Cowboy has been defeated by an inch of exposed skin!!!! Man who definitely has seen women naked before suddenly forgets everything in his past and feels like a teenager again!!!! Warn a man next time!!!

Samira walks out of a night shift finishing out a double with the rest of the night shift crew to hang out in the park to decompress. Ellis and Shen are stripping down because of how fucking hot it is already at 7 AM, but they all need some actual human fucking interaction before going home. Which results, pretty quickly, into them sucking down some canned cocktails in their skivvies laying in the grass. Shen in his boxers-over-boxer-brief combo, Ellis in boxers and a compression tank, and Samira in short bike shorts and a sports bra.

Abbot walks out looking for where the fuck his staff went without him and his mind cannot comprehend Samira laying down in her underwear. He does get successfully bullied into taking his shirt off and joining them, and catches Samira pulling her sunglasses down to leer at him. He turns bright red. And later offers to drive her home, but she complains her A/C has been on the fritz and the super isn't doing anything about it.

So he offers her his guest bed. Or his bed. He's not picky. She laughs and says she'd appreciate his shower more, at the moment.

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Okay. I usually don’t do this but I’ve read everything you wrote about mohabbot and I don’t know what you sprinkled in there but I am hooked ( I didn’t even watch the show and I am in too deep now ): the ship, the dynamics, the fact that I found their tag on ao3 and it’s full of gems…gah. So thank you, for sharing and for writing and for the general slay, yours and the fandom. All the ramblings are brought by your sickfic, it moved me deeply and I just spent the past two days going back there: that ship was made for these kind of plots, I fear, it’s addicting. So yeah just this. Oh I’ve also been loving the little snippets on twitter, obviously.

Okay bye. 👋🏻✊🏻

oh my god, thank you??? this is so klnd!!

trust me, the sickfic and whump WILL keep coming because hard hard agree on that front

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i apparently just unfollowed you whilst doing a follow clean out so uhhh sorry for deleting like 10 years of follower history, my b

lmao @echrai accidentally unfollows me and refollows me on the app like at least twice a month, i'm immune

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Re: BURY ME

BLESS YOU THANK YOU

Thank you love ❤️❤️

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BURY ME 'TIL I CONFESS rated e | wc ~10k | warnings: explicit sex

Jack Abbot isn’t entirely sure how, but less than five minutes after entering Donovan’s Tavern and making his way to the room in the back he has a beer in his hand and Samira Mohan in his lap.

» Read on AO3

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Oh that stubborn ass mf was like I was in the desert I was fine blah blah blah and she’s like yeah you also had another foot and weren’t on 17 prescriptions so do what I fucking say or I’m gonna get Dana in here to do it for you :) love u :)

Security confiscates a water gun from someone in Chairs and Samira fills it up with ice water and threatens him with it if he doesn't sit down for ten minutes at the top of the hour to stay hydrated and stick his head in the freezer

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god abbot would need one of those ice vests with the dosages he’s on then huh

he's like, I'm fine I did years in the desert

Samira threatening him with a cooled saline IV because she knows it can also get fucking cold in the desert

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Ok but. Summer heat wave and we know Jack Abbot's on a SSRI at minimum. That man is going to be a sweaty overheated mess. He definitely yelps when someone (Samira) cracks an ice pack and sticks it on the back of his neck.

She keeps insisting on taking his temperature, he keeps protesting that he's practiced medicine under far worse conditions until his face is red and he's sweat through his second set of scrubs. Cracking open an ice pack to hold to the back of his neck, she manhandles him into the breakroom so she can dunk his head into the sink and run cold water over his hair until she's no longer afraid of him passing out.

Threatens that the next time he refuses to take a break to the point where she can clock from across the Pitt that he's about to pass out that she's putting him in an ice bath.

When facilities FINALLY gets the HVAC back up and running she grabs his hand and tugs him along to the main vent, standing him under it. She goes to step away but he keeps holding her hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her palm before letting her go.

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dark hair, whiskey eyes

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In the Pitt with no AC amidst a good old fashioned East coast humidity heat wave would have the edge of that roof calling to me like a siren song

Same, I'm on too much sertraline for that shit

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Hi!

I just wanted to say that I think all of your writing is so beautiful and that I’m absolutely obsessed with your Mohabbot fic during the blizzard with the one on call room. I’ve probably re-read chapter 1 over ten times at this point and cannot waittttt for a new chapter

But anyways you’re so talented!

Thank you!! It's still being written, I just keep going back and forth on how I want something to go.

(Not the sex. There will definitely be on-call room sex.)

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Something something Samira tracing one of those multicolored popsicles over abbot after a long hot pool day and licks it off as she goes and each tier of color gets him a reward if he can keep his hands to himself etc (one of the scribblers or something, no bomb pops here)

Something something the air conditioning at PTMC has been on the fritz as the heat index climbs to over a hundred degrees for the third day in a row. There's no reprieve even at night, when the mercury barely drops under ninety. They spend their shifts sweating through scrubs and making due with cold packs and fans positioned over ice baths.

Admin decides at some point that they're being magnanimous by delivering popsicles and gatorade in styrofoam coolers. The Pitt crew goes rogue and takes inflatable pools up to the roof and run a hose directly from the water tower to fill them up. After a bit, night shift crew desperately wants to go home to their apartments and their A/C and their beds. But Jack and Samira remain behind, stripped down to their skivvies, watching the sun rise.

Then Samira pulls out the last popsicle from the cooler they brought upstairs with them, and offers to split it with a devious look on her face.

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my humble contribution to jack abbot and samira mohan enjoyers on this day