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the number of days i have wanted love (more than history) by possibilist
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
28 Apr 2026
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"'thank you for my first slumber party.'
samira is so close. trinity aches and wants and wanst and fucking wants, all the time, until it eats her from the inside out, rotten and wrong. but samira is so soft and lovely and trinity has let her in, and she's still in her bed, even in the dark. it's a young feeling, one trinity never really got to have, she'll realize belatedly, to have her heart race in herur chest and herr palms suddenly get sweaty: not the aniticipation of easy, meaningless sex, or even the thrill of flirting. trinty bring your palm to samira's jaw. 'can i kiss you?'
'yes,' samira says simply, a brief look of utter relief crossing her face that makes trinity smile as she leans forward and presses her lips against samira's. she tastes like wine and popcorn and spearmint toothpaste and trinity presses her knee between samira's legs. she feels a wound begin to close, somewhere deep inside her, as samira scrapes her teeth along trinity's bottom lip: still gentle, still kind. they kiss for a little bit more, then back up, rest their foreheads against each other."
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or: trinity & samira after season 2
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- Part 1 of to hold horizon in my palm
Bookmarked by wraiths
01 May 2026
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oh doctor, angel, person healed / have you ever been hurt, have you ever been cut, is it only / physical knives?
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23 Apr 2026
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Rumi laughs first, soft, bright, perfectly timed, like she always does, like she’s been doing her whole life. Zoey knows that laugh all too well.
“Well,” she says, tilting her head just slightly, the picture of modesty, “Zoey’s the sugar—” Zoey feels the word land on her skin like something sticky, something that clings. “— Mira’s the spice,” Rumi continues easily, and Mira hums beside her, amused, already leaning into it, already playing along, “and I’m…” There’s a pause— long enough to feel intentional.
Rumi smiles, small and self-aware and just shy of smug. “Well. I’m everyone’s type.”
The interviewer laughs, delighted. The cameras drink it in.
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Rumi, Mira, and Zoey star in a highly-anticipated historical romance drama with a princess, an arranged marriage, and a forbidden love. Off screen, the tropes don’t stay fictional. Between Mira and Rumi's PR-stunt fake relationship, Zoey and Rumi's dating history no one knows about, and Zoey and Mira's secret relationship that complicates everything, the line between performance and reality starts to blur.
It would be easier if it were just acting. There's a script for fuck's sake.
No one is following it.
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17 Apr 2026
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She liked *them*. Both. Equally. In different ways that bent toward the same unbearable center.
And they were *dating* each other.
The thought struck like a physical blow, knocking her breath out from the inside. Of course they were. Of course they had chosen each other; they fit, they made sense, they were a pair that moved like they’d been in love for years.
Where was Rumi supposed to go with a feeling this big when the space she wanted was already occupied? The shame of it rose hot—too late, too much, too obvious. It curdled into something bitter she didn’t recognize in herself.
“You like Zoey...and Zoey likes *you*.” The words left her tasting ash. “There is no space for me...not like that.”
The sentence trembled in the air between them, thin as glass. And then it shattered. Rumi couldn’t handle it.
“What?” Mira’s alarm was immediate, genuine; she leaned in like proximity could stop a misunderstanding from hardening into a fact. “Rumi that’s no—”
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Or the Coffeeshop/Tattoo Artist/Piercer Au no one asked for.
And of course They Were Roomates
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12 Apr 2026
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“The fans are eating up you being a romantic,” Rumi informs her with a smile. “They think it’s cute.”
Mira frowns, pausing her scratching under Derpy's chin (he does not seem to mind. Or notice. Honestly, Mira's not exactly sure if the tiger is even aware that he's alive, sometimes…). “I’m not supposed to be cute. Zoey is cute-”
“Aw, thank you!”
“-you are cute, puppies are cute, Derpy is cute.”
“Mira you’re very, very cute,” Zoey disagrees loudly from where she’s poking at a pot on the stove.
“No, I- ugh. Whatever, not the point. Why did you two say that, anyway, about me being some closet romantic?”
Rumi blinks at her. “Because… you are?”
“I am not- when have you ever seen me fawn over someone opening a door?” Mira scoffs, resuming her ministrations on their fluffy visitor.
“Never, but-”
"So why did you do that? Now people think I'm some swooning idiot."
“Right, no- Mira, I meant that you like to do those things.”
“Duh,” Zoey calls helpfully from the kitchen.In which Mira decides to sweep Rumi and Zoey off their feet, and Rumi and Zoey are too stupid (affectionate) to realize it.
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11 Apr 2026