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freudian slips: or, a critical examination of repression, acquiescence, and devotion by HotelRaleigh
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
19 Apr 2025
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He closes the office door with a sharp exhale, clicks the lock, likes the way Samira stutters over her words as the sound echoes. Thinks he could listen to her talk every day. When he turns, Samira is watching him even as she continues speaking.
She's memorized her writing.
“Get on the desk, Samira.” Jack stands at the door, unbuttoning and beginning to roll up his sleeves.
“No.” Samira stares back, fire in her eyes.
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07 May 2026
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It starts with a photoshoot and lingerie. Samira sends Jack an early birthday gift while he’s on the night shift, and things escalate quickly. He makes it through the shift. Barely. The morning after, she’s waiting. And Jack? He’s starving.
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05 May 2026
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“I can’t think straight. My fellowship starts next month, and I… I need to be on, again. I can’t be…” She pauses, inhaling deeply through her nose and turning around to face him. He can almost see her pulse rabbiting in her throat. “I just think it would clear my head. Let me focus on being a doctor and not…” She chews at her bottom lip, suddenly shier.
“Not…?”
“Not feeling like you can see beneath my skin.” Big brown eyes plead with him. “Give me a clean break. Then I can go to Chicago and not wonder.”
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or, getting it out of their system.
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26 Apr 2026
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She wants him so badly her teeth ache. She’ll never say it out loud. It will eat her alive. One day, when she dies and a pathologist cracks her chest (nipples to navel is no man’s land), they’ll see a heart calcified with the weight of these fatal fantasies. It would make an excellent case study, she thinks, ruefully. They’ll write articles about her– 29-year-old female, South Asian, presented as healthy but upon further examination, was deeply ill. Poor, poor Samira Mohan, besotted with her handsome, brooding, married attending. She died how she lived– desperate, wanting, and alone.
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Or, Samira has a crush. But that's putting it lightly.
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15 Apr 2026
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She looked over at him, startled, but Abbot wasn’t looking at her face, he was looking at her hands where they rested on the table, or maybe at something past her hands that she couldn’t see. “I thought— I mean, you wear a wedding ring,” she said hesitantly.
He looked up at Mohan, keen-eyed and sharp. “Well, I wear dog tags, too,” he said.
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Abbot and Mohan's unspoken situationship gets out of hand at work, and Mohan suggests a private conversation.
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14 Apr 2026