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i didn't know that i was starving 'til i tasted you by losingitlately
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
22 Jun 2026
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As she peers around the partially open door, she’s able to make out the back of Victoria’s profile in the dark.
She’s crouched on the ground, her purple hoodie carelessly balled up on the floor beside her. Her hair is released from its ponytail, dark strands falling over the shoulders of her scrub top. Soft slurping noises are coming from her direction.
“Uh…pretty weird place to hang out after hours here, Crash.”
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Victoria Javadi is a newly turned vampire with a bit of a problem. Luckily, Trinity Santos has a solution.
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Trinity wakes up in the middle of the night and can't fall back asleep. What follows is an unexpected gaming lesson.
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- Part 3 of A collection of small things
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Trinity stilled. The world stilled around her, seconds stretching into eons.
This must be her exhaustion playing tricks on her. A hallucination. Not real. Not happening.
The world, as it always did, came crashing back. It was happening.
First thing she registered was the curls, matted with blood. -
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“Okay, hon, you’ve got to explain the weighted blanket thing to me,” Samira said, pulling a thinner chenille throw over her as she curled up next to Jack on his worn leather sectional.
“You need me to explain weighted blankets to you?” He asked dubiously, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer. Samira revelled in the feeling of his strong arms pressing her against his body. “It’s a blanket with beads in it so it’s heavy?”
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Samira knew that sleep was a precarious proposition for Jack. He required an extensive combination of psychotropic medications and vitamins, a regimen of stretching, of practiced breathing, and a bed made tight enough to double as a straight jacket—what Jack had explained as "sleep hygiene"—to override the damage to his amygdala and manage even a few hours of contiguous sleep. By his own admission, deviation from this carefully crafted routine was a recipe for insomnia.
So, as Samira pulled the covers down from the palatial bed to the floor in an effort to make the bed to Jack's precise specifications, the change in texture of the flat and fitted sheets as well as the pillowcases, silky instead of their usual worn flannel, took her by surprise.