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Stethoscope stays ON during sex + text posts

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I'm sensing... I'm sensing that you're a little bitch. The spirits recommend that you shut the fuck up.

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Prompt 20. Purple. Mohabot. ADAD2025

Painkillers

Robby's pretty sure Jack took something before they went out.

Otherwise, he can't explain why after a single shot he's completely fuckin wasted.

“Y'just… man, you're just so fucking tall.”

He doesn’t want them to see the crimson shade that's painting his face, so he covers the lower part of it with one hand and pushes Abbot away with the other.

“I-I'm not that tall, Jack, and please shut the fuck up now.”

For a second, Robby actually believes Jack is about to start sobbing from how offended and hurt he looks at his words, and he's already babbling a half-fake apology when Mohan enters the bar and he’s completely lost the man.

“Jesus, she's just so… she’s so pretty.”

He has to physically pull him back from springing towards Samira when she slightly turns and waves. Jack pushes him away weakly, doesn’t even sway him, but then Robby lets him push until they both end up stumbling back to their seats.

“I should- I should go talk to her, right? I totally should? God Robby, look at her hair and the way… oh god.”

Jack is fully in character now, lovesick puppy whining and scratching the door to be let inside. Still, Robby doesn’t ease his grip on his shoulder, just makes sure it's not digging in.

“You took painkillers before comin’ here man?”

Jack nods absentminded, trying and failing to shrug off his hand. “The… it was the knee, been kinda bthern’ me re… recently.”

Yeah, he figured.

“Maybe don't fucking do that?”

Jack shrugs again. Robby bites the inside of his cheek and pulls him back again.

He turns to look up at him (up, Jesus, is he really that tall?) and his eyes are so intense Robby reels back a little.

“You're… like a tree, y'know man? Tall and coverin’ us all, blockin’ the sun and shit,” Jack tilts his head and leans closer. “You're the tree and I'm its shade- there's no me without you.”

Robby feels like he's six seconds away from catching fire.

“Jack, maybe we should head back.”

He shakes his head, grabs Robby and pulls him until he's awkwardly side-hugging him. Robby hears Dana cackling in the distance.

“I'm dyin’ here man, don't leave.”

Samira's wearing purple. Robby knows that every time Samira wears purple, Jack short-circuits in ways no military man should.

He first noticed Jack's moony eyes when Samira wore lavander scrubs and he couldn't string a sentence together properly when Robby asked him to tell her it was out of the color code inside The Pitt. To say he was mad was putting it lightly.

“I'm not. Not without you, at least.”

What he truly means is I'm dragging you away from here in six seconds if you keep spilling your guts to me. He refrains from saying it in case Jack decides to bolt beforehand.

“D'ya think I should- oh shit, Robby she's walking I think she's coming here oh shit she's coming-”

Robby plasters a smile on his face and bites back laughter when Jack grunts over the elbow he just buried inside his belly.

“Hi Robby,” Samira starts. She's the brightest person Robby has trained, but still he notices the way her gaze jumps from him to Jack without managing to hide it. “Hi doctor Abbot.”

And Jack doesn’t speak. A few seconds pass, both of them staring at him in wait until Samira starts fidgeting with her bag. Robby clears his throat.

“Mohan, good to see you here. Thought you weren't coming?”

He winces when he notices it sounds too much like a question, but she takes it in stride and shrugs. “Figured it wouldn't do any damage if I stayed out just one night.”

Jack is still paralyzed by his side, staring at her like she hung the moon and the stars. It makes Robby want to die from second hand embarrassment, but she doesn’t seem to mind or even notice.

“I'll go say hi to the others. See you in a couple of minutes!”

She goes away, waving at Robby. He waves back, and as soon as she turns forward, Jack groans.

What kind of friend would Robby be if he didn’t laugh his ass off for a few minutes after?

@letsgobarbs @ananonymousaffair @clubsoft

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I couldn’t sleep until I made this

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There's something so heartbreaking about Santos learning to live with another person while learning about them at the same time. She used to have a friend, and since her death, she's closed herself off to everyone, a wall of sarcasm without exception. (or one, the only thing greater than her fear is that hunger to be good, but that’s another discussion.)

And that’s something that breaks, though not completely, with Whitaker. She’s able to recognize something genuine in him, be it kindness or helplessness, and now he’s directly involved in her work, her space, her life.

Maybe it starts with a joke, or an all-too-familiar routine, some choice of movie in the marathons I'm sure they have, or that she recognizes that despite trying to avoid it, that she’s growing attached to someone again: but Whitaker unwittingly ends up side by side with a ghost. And Santos is so, so afraid of losing him.

So afraid it’s going to be her fault again.

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let’s go to chilis together

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Michael "Mandated Rehab for You 😠; Deathbike for Me 😌" Robinavitch

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scully: “why are you so tired?? there can’t be THAT many new UFO cases.”

mulder *thinking about how he stayed up till 4 am to practice his latest powerpoint presentation to show her*: “uhhhhh, watching porn?”

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The Pitt + Text Posts (02/?)

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The Pitt + Text Posts (03/?)

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samira mohan, the pitt

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oh theyd get along juuust fine

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autopsy date or wtv those freaks do instead of confessing

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I drew the cast of The Pitt from memory and I feel like I need the world to see my Whitaker:

I drew way more of the cast but this one is my favorite

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Puff puff cackle + Samira Mohan + text posts

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Conversation carried out throughout the shift