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i don’t think badly of you (well, sometimes i do) by mohucklerabbot
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
13 Mar 2026
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“You’re gonna be okay,” Joy soothed from above her, but Samira reckoned it was more for Joy herself than Samira’s comfort.
Samira choked on an intake of air and turned her head to Joy as she walked through the doors, away from triage. “C-Call…call Abbot.”
Joy frowned. “Uh, okay? Dr. Abbot’s not on shift, is he? I heard he was sleeping.
“Just call him!”
OR: What if Jack was there while Robby was being mean to Samira in Episode 10? (Established Mohabot)
(Spoilers for 2x10)
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26 Jun 2026
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Jack Abbot has nice hands. Samira takes notice.
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26 Jun 2026
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“You know I love how you fuck me,” she started over, “but I think I want to try something… different.” Even intoxicated she still had to swallow her nerves to ask this of him.
Jack laughed. “Is that all, sweetheart? You had to get drunk to ask me to experiment in the bedroom? Whatever it is, you can tell me. You want to tie me up? You want to have sex in a car?”
“No, but I would be open to both,” she replied honestly. “But I want-” she took a breath, trying to find the words to articulate what she’s trying to say. “You’re always so… nice,” she started, “but I think I want you to be a little… mean?”
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or: samira gets drunk and asks jack to be rougher in the bedroom. he delivers.
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26 Jun 2026
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“You were testing us. Testing me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jack leans forward on the small table and Mohan leans back, but her mouth is quivering. “Did we pass your test, Doctor Mohan?”
The smirk breaks through, a dimple emerging on her cheek and - oh, that’s disorienting. Jack collects himself while she glances at her phone. “Under ten minutes. Not bad.”
“Usually my clients aren’t actively avoiding me, so you’ll have to forgive me the oversight this time.” He takes her soda and sips idly from the same straw.
Her lips grow into something wider, wilder. “Guess you’ll have to do better next time, Mr. Abbot.”
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bodyguard AUBookmarked by NMLake
26 Jun 2026
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“Tough shit, brother. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
The “game” being who, between Jack and Robby, would have the most patients with foreign objects lodged in their asses this holiday season. Jack eked out the win with 21; Robby only had 17.
“It’s not fair,” Robby grumbled. “No one’s trying to get it on at 11 in the morning. That's the kind of shit you do after the sun goes down.”
Jack shrugged. “You agreed to the terms and conditions. Here, turn around, let me get the back.”
The “prize” that Robby won stared at him in the mirror as Jack zipped up the back of his costume. It was the annual PTMC holiday/new year’s party (lumped together, because they couldn’t be fucked to have two separate parties, and it was cheaper), and Robby would be attending dressed as Santa Claus. The scratchy white beard was practically suffocating him, and the shiny red fabric of the coat and pants was stretched tight across his arms, stomach, and thighs.
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26 Jun 2026