Don't Give Me Hope

~ private multimuse blog ~ NSFW material ~please read rules ~

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Rules

independent rp / selective / 21+ / mutuals only

***Please excuse the look of the blog while I try to figure out how to edit the theme***

main muses: robin bryne (oc) liam scarpa (oc) alex scarpa (oc) dr leo bennett (oc) shane walsh (the walking dead) andrew cody (animal kingdom)

test muse: dr john shen

blog roll: pittresilience - jack abbot pittcynical - robby defectivexfragmented - marvel muses strangerxfreaks - steve harrington & eddie munson

mains with @rayofsunshinc, @formerfirstson , @magntx, @divinityrisen, @agntwells, @xcapereality , @rabbit-bitxh, @fckinhcklebrry, @goodn1ghtnurse @tr1nitysantos

affiliated with @grimmusings

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A patient has finally been handed off, and the trauma bay is quiet for all of thirty seconds before John's attention lands on Belle. "Alright," he says, pointing at her with the pen in his hand. "Trainee means you still have enough optimism left to answer this honestly." His expression is completely serious. "On a scale of one to ten, how much of your training has been actual medicine, and how much has been learning how to function on three hours of sleep and a gas station energy drink?"

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John glances up from his coffee as Salvatore walks into the room and immediately points at him. "You know, I've been meaning to ask—what drives someone to become a hematologist?" he asks, genuinely curious. "Like, that's a very specific career path. Did you just really love blood, or was there a point during med school where you thought, 'You know what? Maybe I should lean into the vampire allegations.'" The corner of his mouth twitches. "I'm not saying you're a vampire. I'm just saying hematology isn't exactly helping your case."

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A tablet rests in one hand, mostly forgotten the second Bill walks into the physician lounge. The stylus immediately points in his direction.

"Good, you're exactly who I need." The statement sounds serious right up until the faint smile that follows. "Settle an argument for me. Is there a neurosurgery class where they teach you how to appear out of nowhere the second somebody says the words 'interesting head CT,' or is that just a natural talent?"

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John steps into the break room, coffee in hand, and immediately pauses when he spots Frank. He glances down at the cup, then back at him.

"Quick question," he says seriously. "At what point does caffeine stop being a beverage and start being a personality trait? Because I think I crossed that line sometime around noon."

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starter call! give this a like for a very short starter with Shen!

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starter call! give this a like for a very short starter with Shen!

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I’m leaving work every early today and after I take care of a few things at home, I’ll be on here.

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it kills me to sign off when I have so much muse but my neck is killing me. I can’t turn my head left and I’m starting to get a headache that’s making my jaw tight. Tylenol, ice packs, and fingers crossed for a decent nights sleep.

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❝  don’t  apologize.  this  is  what  i’m  here  for.  ❞ / John

A quiet groan leaves John as he looks down at the remains of his coffee spread across the floor. The cup itself had somehow survived the fall. The coffee, unfortunately, had not.

"Okay, in my defense," he says, watching someone wheel a cart around the last of the puddle, "that was a perfectly good coffee thirty seconds ago."

The corner of his mouth twitches as his gaze lifts to Allison. "And before you say it, yes, I know. I should've been paying attention." There's enough amusement in his voice to suggest he's already heard the argument in his head. "But I've been awake for..." He pauses briefly. "Actually, I don't want to do that math."

His eyes drop to the paper towels and cleaning supplies she'd helped gather before shaking his head with a small laugh. "You know, you could've left me to suffer through the consequences of my own actions." The smile softens as he looks back at her. "Instead, you helped me clean up my crime scene before Environmental Services could add my picture to a wanted poster."

Another quiet laugh escapes him before he nudges the now-empty cup toward a trash can with his foot. "So thanks. I owe you a coffee." One eyebrow lifts. "Text me your order. I'm going to run down the street in a few."

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I have a headcanon about Shen that’s probably so off base. I’m terrified to do a write up.

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just a doc and his 24 oz watery dunkin' taking on the ed John Shen in THE PITT SEASON 2

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there’s a comment section now?! who asked for that?!

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Attention Destination Threshold

Two years, four months, 18 days, 36 hours, 13 minutes. It was how long he had been on the ship Prometheus while the rest crew slept during the journey through space to a planet only found on a hand drawn map made on the walls of caves by ancient civilizations. Engineers is what Shaw had called them. The suspected creators of mankind. A man had made him and the same man was searching for his own creator, the reason for his existence.

While the crew remained in cryostasis, David had his day full with a routine of exercising and checking Mother’s readings of the area and status of the ship. Deconstructing ancient languages in order to be able to communicate with whomever they may find when they finally reach their destination took up a good portion of his day for the first year or so but the more he learned, the less of his time it took up. He had taken to watching old moves, ones made before the turn into the second millennia.  

With Mother announcing they had reached the destination threshold, David headed crew cryostasis quarter, hands folded behind his back. He plucked the pad out of its holder at the doorway to the quarters and tapped at it, hitting all the right buttons to end the cryostasis in the Captain’s pod and brought it to life, the capsule door sliding open.

“It is time to wake up, Captain. We have reached the destination threshold and are just outside the gravitational pull of our target.” His tone was even and lacked any emotion, holding out a bin towards the Captain in case he were to be sick. “Shall I wake the rest of the crew?”

Two years, four months, 18 days, 36 hours, 15 minutes

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David inclines his head slightly at the instruction, accepting it without hesitation. “Thirty minutes, Captain,” he repeats, voice smooth and precise, already aligning the ship’s systems to that timeline. He turns to the console, initiating preliminary wake sequences—temperature adjustments, neural monitoring, atmospheric stabilization—as the quiet hum of the Prometheus shifts almost imperceptibly. “Your caution is… prudent,” he adds, glancing back over his shoulder. “Gradual revival reduces the likelihood of disorientation and error, particularly given the duration of stasis.”

He steps away as Janek rises, posture settling into composed stillness, gaze tracking the stiffness and controlled movement with quiet attentiveness. “If you require sustenance or hydration, the galley has been prepared,” David offers. “It may assist in restoring equilibrium.” There’s a faint pause, then a slight tilt of his head. “You favor a controlled approach—securing the ship prior to full revival. A logical course of action.”

His eyes flick briefly toward the rows of cryo pods before returning to Janek. “However, based on mission parameters, the crew may be inclined toward immediate engagement upon arrival,” he continues, tone even but thoughtful. “Do you anticipate resistance to that… or complications that would necessitate your decision?”

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I’m doing these tonight

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The knock barely registers over the rustle of paperwork. Rafael doesn't look up immediately, pen moving across a page while a stack of case files threatens to colonize the remaining surface of his desk. The verdict had been a good one. Necessary. Hard-fought. The kind of win that reminded him why he put up with the endless motions, late nights, and bureaucratic nonsense in the first place. Somewhere beneath the exhaustion, he was still quietly pleased with himself. The defense attorney had spent weeks building a story for the jury, and Rafael had dismantled it piece by piece before lunch. Not that he'd ever admit how much he'd enjoyed it.

The problem with winning, unfortunately, was that the paperwork remained exactly as tedious afterward. His tie had been loosened hours ago, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and the lamp on his desk provided most of the light left in the office. The rest of the floor had long since emptied out. At this point, he was operating entirely on stubbornness and caffeine while internally debating whether he should stop for a drink on the way home or skip the middleman and pour one the second he walked through his apartment door. The argument remained unresolved.

"Unless you're here to arrest me for crimes against work-life balance, the office is closed," he says dryly without looking up.

Then the lock clicks. His pen stops.

Slowly, Rafael looks up with a sigh of annoyance, only to have relief come over him. He leans back in his chair, abandoning the paperwork without a second thought as a genuine smile spreads across his face. The kind most people never see in a courtroom. Tiredness remains around the edges, but it softens immediately. "Lieutenant Benson." One brow arches slightly. "To what do I owe the honor?" His gaze lingers on her a moment longer than necessary. "Did you finally decide I was right this morning? Because if so, I'd like it entered into the official record."

His eyes narrow with amusement as he takes in the details. The late hour. The fact that she's here at all. The way she seems almost too composed. Something is different. He just hasn't figured out what yet. "Although," he adds, folding his arms loosely across his chest, "I should point out that you appearing in my office after hours to lecture me about taking a break is a level of hypocrisy that even I find impressive." The smile lingers. "And here I thought the highlight of my evening was putting a predator behind bars."

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Rafael watches the files disappear from his desk with growing suspicion. His gaze follows the stack as Olivia relocates it behind him, one eyebrow slowly climbing higher with each document removed from his immediate reach. By the time the last file has been set aside, he's leaning back in his chair with his arms folded loosely across his chest, studying her carefully. A faint huff of amusement escapes him. "That's evidence tampering," he informs her gravely. "I'm fairly certain there's a statute covering the unlawful removal of paperwork from an overworked ADA." His mouth twitches. "If there isn't, there should be."

The humor lingers, but it softens when she starts talking about the case. Most people congratulated him after a win. Olivia rarely did unless she meant it. Combined with the late-night visit and the cleared desk, the pieces are finally starting to come together. Whatever brought her here tonight, it isn't work.

"Careful, Lieutenant," he says quietly, one corner of his mouth pulling upward. "Someone might hear that and start thinking you respect my professional judgment." His gaze lingers on her for a moment before he finally pushes away from the desk and rises from his chair. The paperwork is forgotten entirely now. "You know, when most people want to celebrate a conviction, they buy me a drink." He slips his hands into his pockets as he steps closer, not crowding her but closing some of the distance between them. "You, apparently, break into my office after hours and start behaving suspiciously."

The amusement never leaves his voice, but something warmer settles underneath it now. "So before I agree to whatever it is you're proposing, I'd like it entered into the official record that this was entirely your idea." One eyebrow arches slightly. "Now tell me, Benson. What exactly requires clearing my desk first?"