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The flirting thing with Abbot had come easily. Jack Abbot was a known flirt. It didn't matter the person. Dana or Dr. Al or Myrna–Whitaker if he was really in the mood to make someone blush. He'd flash a crooked smile or a wink with a sly remark to anyone in his proximity.
So when Samira asked him over the hustle of the Pittfest MCI what else was in his go-bag and he'd just smiled and replied "Oh, just wait and see," the flirty tone had not surprised her, but the tug of intrigue in her stomach it had elicited caught her a bit off guard.
So the next time Abbot had asked in passing if she had any weekend plans, despite her intention to curl up in her bed with her laptop and refrain from human contact for forty-eight hours, she'd quipped back a coy, "Wouldn't you like to know, Abbot."
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20 Mar 2026
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Feeling like a disheveled and dangerously nauseous Goldilocks, she moved to sit up. She was still wearing her faded blue tank, scrub pants, and socks, her scrub top nowhere to be found. She hoped that she hadn’t removed it in front of her colleagues in the park. Which didn’t seem like something any version of her would do, not even Drunk Samira, but who could say, really.
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The morning after the shift from hell.
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19 Mar 2026
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Victoria is stressed and full of tension because she hasn’t been able to get off in a while. Mateo notices that she’s been off and more tense than usual. Upon finding out the reason why, he offers up his services to help her out.
aka a mavadi friends with benefits type situation fic
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25 Feb 2026
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She hated the feeling of being helpless and needy. Maybe even hated admitting that she had needs. The idea of baring them to someone, even someone she loved, put her on edge. She knew that Jack was offering to take care of her, but she also knew even he had his limits.
As Samira stewed on it, she didn't see the harm in pushing those limits a little. If Jack was going to send her home from work because she was too sick to help other people, then perhaps she'd show him what being too sick to help herself would look like.
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23 Feb 2026
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Opening the trunk of her Honda Fit, she rolls her neck, sighing at the way her ligaments pop. It’s the coldest morning on record in the year so far, and she doesn’t look forward to sitting in her car while it takes longer than it should to warm up. I just want to go home, crawl into bed, and sleep until it’s dark again.
That last thought pops like a bubble—she slips out of consciousness into silence. When she wakes, it’s in a soft bed in a room that isn’t hers.
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20 Feb 2026