Indefinite Haitus

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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

angsty af texts

[text]: I’m not talking about this with you anymore I am so mad [text]: So you decide to treat me better AFTER you break up with me…yeah, no. Not gonna happen. Lay off. [text]: FYI telling a person to calm down is about the LEAST productive thing one could do! [text]: Do you seriously have that little respect for me? [text]: You’re a piece of shit. [text]: Take a hint – I want nothing to do with you. [text]: I hate that bitch. [text]: I don’t think this is how you treat someone you love [text]: You have to take me back. Please. [text]: I don’t like to leave loose ends and I realized I needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities. [text]: It’s like you didn’t even realize what you said was immensely fucked up. [text]: I also broke up with my [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other] tonight [text]: What does it say about my self-esteem if I continue this? [text]: I just don’t really feel like being your secret. [text]: I just feel like no matter what I say it’s not correct [wrong number text]: I think I’m gonna break up with [your muse]…I’m done. [wrong number text]: [Your muse] just pissed me off so much.

flirty af texts

[text] Well, let me fuck you while I make potatoes. It’s every girl’s dream. [text]: I’m sorry I asked to make out with you last night [text]: So you don’t remember asking if you could kiss me? [text]: Is it gay if I had sex with a guy during a threesome? [text]: You have to love more than my vagina to be boyfriend material [text]: I get nervous saying so in person, but I thought you were pretty adorable [text]: Good morning. It’s [your muse’s name], the cutie you met on Tinder. [text]: If we’re both single by the time we’re 30, let’s elope. [text]: You’re not single, are you? [text]: I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in [text]: Here’s an unsolicited pic of my tits, because you almost died last night. [text]: Speaking of lightening speed, he ate me out while I was watching The Flash. If that’s not winning at life idk what is [text]: Hey so I was thinking, would you like to grab a drink this weekend? [text]: We just had sex in the shed while having a conversation about cheeseburgers…so that’s how my Thursday is going [wrong number text]: Do you think [your muse] would say yes if I asked them out for drinks? [wrong number text]: Holy crap [your muse] is fucking hot [wrong number text]: To quote Rachel Green, [your muse] is so pretty, I could cry [wrong number text]: I could never talk to [your muse] … [he/she/they] is so cute I’d be so embarrassed.

friendship af texts

In a lot of ways he had been lucky. Luckier than he deserved. Been given CARE and curtesy he probably didn't deserve. Standing out on the doorstep of what once had been his home, had certainly HAMMERED home just how underserving he was.

'Yeah. It was for Tanner....Abby doesn't think it's a good idea for me to see them right now. Either of them. Doesn't want to upset them. Which is.....it's right...' The words sounded strange. More like he was trying to convinced HIMSELF of that. There had been devastation and anger in him when Abby had turned him away at the door. A HURT in him that made him feel like the bottom of his stomach had been RIPPED out and his heart along with it. But it wasn't her fault. He couldn't...WOULDN'T blame her for it. Even though every part of him screamed that it wasn't fair. That he was TRYING. He was going for every test, he was jumping EVERY hoop. But that wasn't enough. It was never ENOUGH.

"The year mark? You're getting closer than.." It still seemed hard to imagine not seeing her kid for that long. Harrison was everything to her and when she did loose him for a time, she'd become a mess during that time.

"I'm sure Tanner will love it when you're able to see him." She gave him a soft smile. "I remember think that I did the work I got clean shouldn't that be enough to show that I'm trying. Other people don't always feel that way... It's a long way to gain trust again.."

"Yeah, why not?" she asked with a shrug. "She definitely works out a ton. I know her and some of the guys go to the gym together. And that's what I'm thinking! Get the fit ones first, and then we can work on the others."

"Shit right! I've only gone with her like twice." Usually when they would go to the gym was when night shift was asleep. It was a shame all her friends were on the opposite shift. "I think that's a good plan the fit ones will like the challenge and all that."

there was no shock when she assured him that she was already on top of the cases that she was currently working. Cass had never been one of residents that he needed to worry about all that much. they butted heads from time to time, but that really was mostly his fault. there were days when he felt like a caged animal forced to follow the same path day in and day out without reprieve. and those were the days he seemed to clash with everyone.

"well if nothing else he can get some vitamin C at the dollar store too. and grab me if you need the sign off. we'll hope for her sake it's not HSV."

Robby glances around the ED with her, considering her question for a moment before nodding to himself. "yeah, swap out with Whitaker. he could use some time in chairs if he's considering rural." though traumas were ever present no matter where you went, with rural medicine it was a vastly different beast. and those kind of traumas weren't something they could prepare anyone for in a city without a natural disaster.

"I'll go finish up and swap." She perked an eyebrow, Rural was news to her but she shouldn't be surprised given where he was from. Cass had googled it once, She hadn't really known anything about Nebraska. Not that that had really changed but she at least knew where Broken Bow was. It truly was in the middle of no where.

Cass made her way back to triage, her head spun a little. There was seemingly too much and not enough. Too many warning signs but not enough evidence to back it up, but she didn't really want more evidence? She didn't want to see him struggling like this. Taking a deep breath, focusing on the moment, quelling the panic in the back of her mind for now.

Mateo and Harrison's handshake.

The Pitt "4:00 P.M." (S1E10)

Bonus: Chad wondering if this is his competition.

Jank Series Abbot: *duh!?* Langdon: *obviously amused*