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what really fucks me up about watching the truman show in 2025 is how it's not fictional. truman is fictional, but the truman show isn't.
there's thousands of truman shows. you find them on youtube, tiktok, instagram... family and mommy vloggers, sad beige moms and now the trend of neglectful moms showing the "reality" of parenting. all of them using their kids for entertainment. each child their own truman; living a life manufactured by their parents, a camera watching their every moment, broadcasted for the entire world to see.
i actually was also thinking about when cassie gets arrested. you were there when she disabled her ankle monitor and told her it was badass. now she’s getting arrested and you’d just turned the corner to see it. her eyes find you immediately
“it’s okay,” she’d whisper and nod. “don’t -“
she would say don’t worry but she knows you. she knows you’ll worry anyway.
of course it’s resolved and the handcuffs are removed. you’re the first person she goes to afterwards. “see nothing to-“
and you hug her. you hadn’t meant to really, it was a moment of weakness. the shift had been intense and she felt it too. at a whisper she would say “not going anywhere. well.. except court in the morning” and she smiled at your laugh.
"stop joking, dumbass." you say, face still buried on her chest.
cassie chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss on top of your head. "sorry."
"you really should stop challenging authority."
"the ankle monitor was -"
"i know, i know. just stop getting into trouble," you sigh into her chest. "i hate you so much."
"yeah? hate me so much you didn't want to let go?"
hey so anyone else just, feel thin. sort of stretched. like butter scraped over too much bread. like you need a holiday. a very long holiday. and you don't expect you shall return? or is that just me and bilbo baggins
cassie putting her arm around your waist when you’re at a bar for after shift drinks. she did it because some guy was hitting on you and she could tell by how stiff your shoulders were that you were uncomfortable.
she does the whole “hi honey! sorry i took so long, king stopped me with a work question on my way back over to you”
your frame relaxes at her touch. her eyes sending you a “it’s okay” look that made your lips curve. the man left and cassie took his place on the stool, her hand on your knee until she knew he was out of sight.
cassie doesn't drink but she doesn't shy away from going to bars with you and the pitt crew after shifts. aside from work gossip, she likes seeing you loose and have fun.
the first round is bought by trinity. cassie only gets a sparkling water and fries for herself. the second round is on you. cassie watches you from the booth. you're talking to the bartender and ordering drinks for everyone.
until a man, just a little bit taller than you but definitely smaller than cassie, walks to your side. he tries to be subtle but his eyes are anything but. he's looking you up and down and probably admiring the amount of skin not covered by your cropped tank top. cassie hates it.
she observes just for a minute. the guy probably says some corny ass opening line by the look of disgust and judgment on your face. your shoulders stiffen, trying to be polite. cassie almost wants to take a picture.
but then he tries to put his hand on your waist and you back up, forcing a laugh that became awkward sounding.
cassie stands up and excuses herself from the group. she quickly makes her way to you. you don't flinch when her hand slides on your back.
"hey, honey. what's taking so long?" cassie asks, voice sweet and sultry at the same time. she doesn't spare a glance at the guy and instead focuses on you.
"just waiting for yours," you say, letting out a breath of relief. cassie pulls you closer to her, her chin resting on your shoulder. "cassie..."
"what?" she gives a peck on your exposed shoulder.
you give a side eye to the guy who still hasn't left. cassie turns around to look at him.
"you know, i've been to prison," cassie says casually, eyes dark. "i learned a lot how to butcher a -"
the guy gulps and slowly backs away with his drink.
"well, i was gonna say butcher a chicken," cassie continues, eyes twinkling.
your laugh is muffled on cassie's shoulder. "you're terrible."
first of all i will say that cassie realizes you have a headache before you even do. she takes a moment to pull you aside and talk to you and you say “cassie im sorry i really don’t think-“
“because you have a headache right now, yeah i know.” and she takes your hand gently and opens it, placing 2 tylenol in your palm. she reaches into her sweater pocket and pulls out a small bottles water (like specifically those tiny ones you get on planes adorable). “take them,” she even unscrews the cap of the bottle for you. you take them and she kisses your cheek and whispers. “stay in here, i’ll cover for you until they kick in”
It takes half an hour before you felt somehow relieved.
When you get back to the pitt, you see Cassie talking to one of your patients, clearly stable now than he was thirty minutes ago. Your heart swells in admiration and adoration for Cassie.
"Hey, you're back," Cassie says with a big smile. Her hand is instantly on your forearm. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better," you answer. "Thanks."
"That's great. Don't hesitate to tell me if you need a break and someone to cover you, yeah?"
You nod. "Thank you, Cassie."
"You're welcome, baby." She takes your hand and squeezes it gently. "You should come over tonight."
"Isn't Harrison with you?"
"He's at camp," she reminds you. "And I think you need some extra TLC for your migraine."
"I can't say no to that."
"Good. Don't ever." Cassie sneaks in a kiss to the side of your head and you can hear Dana loudly clearing her throat and something about this place not being a park. Princess and Perlah laughs behind her.
