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Carol had a long, long list of things she felt guilty about. The way she had treated her first girlfriend, being close to the top. The way she had treated every girlfriend up to Helen taking joint space. Her drinking. The two DUIs. Never getting her shit together long enough to have children with Helen. Never coming out professionally. Writing books that she’d come to hate due to her own cowardice. Taking Helen for granted.
Not quitting drinking during Helen’s lifetime. Being capable of change only when the one person it would’ve meant anything to was no longer alive to see it.
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Alternatively: Zosia torments Carol though the medium of Eurodance.
No ducks were harmed in the writing of this fic.
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07 Oct 2026
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“Sure, kid,” Cassie said.
“There you go again,” said Trinity, eyes glimmering, “calling me kid like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it. Am I young enough for you, DiCaprio, or do you only go after fresh faced med students?”
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20 Aug 2026
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For love of the game by iwillwalk500miles
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Dr. J's followers think something more than professional mentorship is going on between Victoria and Trinity, and the situation is exacerbated when they learn the two are roommates. Victoria's always been eager to please.
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11 Jul 2026
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“So…and you can say no,” Trinity prefaces.
Victoria doesn’t think she’s ever seen Trinity look this nervous before. What could she be about to say?
“But, if you wanted to learn about kissing before your date with Mateo…I could teach you.” She rushes out.
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Victoria Javadi has a date. Trinity Santos offers to help.
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25 Jun 2026
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never been kissed by losingitlately for goodpeople
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Trinity gives herself a second on the final landing, fingers gripping the railing hard enough that the metal leaves a faint red impression in her palm when she pulls away. She takes a steadying breath in through her nose, out through her mouth. Then, she scrapes together her usual mask as she makes her way over to Yolanda's front door, pushes her shoulders back, and knocks.
Yolanda opens the door with a grin that hits Trinity hard in the soft, vulnerable center of her chest. "Hi, baby," she greets, warm and bright and so fucking happy to see her that Trinity feels it like sunlight on her face after a twelve-hour shift, even though it’s well past dusk.
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A Trinity Santos chronic pain fic
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17 May 2026
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and wonder why (that i slowly die inside) by doreensladle