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Samira needs a fake boyfriend for her cousin's wedding. Jack volunteers. The only problem is that he's the one person she's wants something real with.
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“I’ll go with you,” he says, in the same low tone she’s heard once before. In an empty exam room last month when he said, I’ll pay for it, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like it’s easy now to offer this.
Samira gapes at him. “Wait, what?”
“The wedding. I could be your plus one or fake date or whatever. If you want.” He adjusts the straps on his go-bag but never looks away from her eyes.
“You would do that for me?”
Abbot shrugs. “My therapist says I need to get out more."
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In the thirteenth hour of her shift on the fourth of July, Samira steps out into the ambulance bay. Abbot follows her.
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Two hours ago she was desperate to find him and now he’s one of the last people she wants to see. She looks over her shoulder, unable to help the way she glares at him. “Are you also going to tell me I don’t belong here?” she asks.
Abbot doesn’t even blink at her tone, just cranes his neck to look at her closer. His eyebrows furrow. “Did someone say that to you?”
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Samira looks at Robby and sees a father figure. Robby looks at her and sees himself. Jack Abbot sees them both so clearly.
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She can hear her college roommate’s voice in her head. “That sounds like a textbook case of daddy issues.” Which isn’t entirely wrong. Like many young women with unresolved father-shaped wounds, she has a tendency to imprint onto older men.
It would be less weird if Samira wanted to fuck Robby.
What she wants is so much worse.
And yet it feels just as inappropriate to imagine. He’s her boss. Her abandonment issues and aching loneliness should be checked at the door when she walks into work because she’s twenty-seven years old and this is a fucking emergency room.
And yet. It doesn’t stop her from wanting.
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Astarion tells himself he’s perfectly content as a lawyer. Gale, his newest client and a celebrity chef, claims he is just fine in the restrictive shadow of his ex-wife. But they both hunger for something… more. And appetites demand to be sated.
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“You have nothing to worry about.”
Gale blinks. “You really think so?”
“Of course, darling. I wouldn’t have agreed to take the case if I wasn’t confident I could win it.” The lie comes easy, but what’s a bit of fibbing if it helps build client rapport? Even so, Astarion is taken aback when Gale’s eyes go wet and wide with relief.
“You have no idea what it means to hear that. Thank you.” Gale’s voice catches, unexpectedly raw.
Astarion doesn’t know what to do with that.
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baby, be gentle (it's my first time) by birdshoes
Fandoms: The House in the Cerulean Sea - T. J. Klune
26 Feb 2024
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After Linus returns, Linus and Arthur navigate first times in the course of loving and being loved.
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Jack didn’t go in much for praying anymore. No point, not when nobody upstairs seemed to give a shit either way. Praying was for altar boys and little kids and people who wanted their football team to win the Superbowl; for parents in his ER who refused medical care for their dying children in favor of speaking in tongues and yelling up the ladder to something that didn’t answer. Not for him. He believed in only a few things, and none of those were anything big enough to pray to.
Well, almost none. There’d been one thing. A person, really. Bigger than a person, though. More like a grand, orchestral concept, a hope half-divine, fifty-two percent of the reason he kept showing up to work for four years straight.
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Jack Abbot is seriously injured while responding to a mass shooting. Samira Mohan, who has left the Pitt, happens to be his ER doctor at Westbridge. A reunion and a conversation, both long overdue, follow.
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03 May 2026
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“How do you not have a date for this, anyway? You’re…”
He glanced back at her, eyebrows raised, not sure where she is going with this but hopeful. “Going to finish presenting your diagnosis, Dr. Mohan?”
“Never mind. The cockiness explains it.”
He gave her a crooked grin, “I asked my sister, but she said she’d rather be my patient.” He turned serious. They were on her block now. “I may have downplayed it. Didn’t want to spend this charming anniversary with someone who didn’t go through it. And didn’t want to drag someone who went through it to this dog and pony show.” He glanced sideways at her. “You were the first person I thought of. We worked together almost the whole night. You deserve this honor even if the wrong people are giving it in the wrong way. But just because you can handle one jackass-“ he gestured at himself, “doesn’t mean you want to be in a room with four hundred more.”
With Robby not exactly PR material, Dr. Jack Abbot finds himself the reluctant but compelling face of the hospital’s capital campaign in the wake of PittFest. As black tie events become an excuse to spend more time with a certain Dr. Samira Mohan, he wonders if the role doesn't have some benefits.
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24 Apr 2026
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“Will you teach me?” she asks, an unconscious echo of her first approach to him.
“That’s not what we’ve been doing, Samira?”
She finishes the rest of her beer and puts it back down on the table with a loud clunk. “Will you teach me to do a crike with my eyes closed?” She looks up at him. Her turn to counter, now, with a purposeful, “Jack?”
His jaw ticks. She smiles.
After Pittfest, Samira asks Dr. Abbot for a crash course in combat medicine. She gets more than she bargained for.
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09 Apr 2026
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Samira is nothing if not a realist. She can accept, without rancor, that her feelings are hers alone, that they are not reciprocated and never will be. He’s her attending, he’s eleven years older than her – and, most importantly, she is nowhere near the caliber of woman that he deserves.
So she shouldn’t feel anything when he comes in one day, Al-Hashimi beside him, her hand resting on his back.
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06 Apr 2026
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She can still feel the phantom pressure of his hands in her hair from five minutes ago when he had her pressed against the side of his car and there's something in the way Jack's thumb is steadily stroking her hand that makes her think that this might be it. She's not sure if Jack can read the breadth of her excitement off her face and wonders if he has any idea how wet she is. There's a dark look in his eyes when she looks back at him over her shoulder that makes her think he sees at least part of it.
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Jack tends to unravel under Samira's hands.Bookmarked by birdshoes
04 Apr 2026